/u/ArseneArsenic's posts in /r/WritingPrompts
[WP] For the past few decades, society has taken cues from an AI, one that predicts the likeliest events to take place that day and gives instructions on how to solve the problems that arise. For the past three days, it has done nothing but pray.
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[WP] As the ancient evil meant to end the world, you weren't very keen on being killed by the chosen hero as the prophecy said you'd be, so you had all the potential ones assassinated. Imagine your surprise when you find one's been killed by your agents multiple times - and continues to crop up.
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[WP] "My Lord, do you remember that forest - the ones the rebels were hiding in - that you told us to burn to the ground? It's moving, and it's headed this way."
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[WP] You are a penal terraformer; a prisoner sent onto an uninhabited clump of rock and sand with just enough equipment and supplies to get life jumpstarted planetside. Your podship tells you that the closest colony ship is still lightyears away, but something has been stealing your food.
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[WP] You are part of an Agency outside of time, made up of the smartest and most capable people in history, that works to ensure the end of the world is indefinitely postponed. One day, you report in to find all traces of your lives prior to joining the Agency have been wiped from the main timeline.
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[WP] An engineering student is taken to Valhalla after a nasty bar fight, takes one look at the Einherjar and the Aesir's archaic weapons, and says 'hold my beer.'
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[WP] You're an eldritch god that leaves madness in your wake like a ship leaves ripples in the water and you've fallen in love with an ordinary mortal who's been having visions of you in their dreams. You'd rather they didn't become a raving cultist sacrificing people to you and stayed themselves.
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[WP] 24 May, 1941. Sailors aboard the battered HMS Hood stand on her deck, dumbfounded. As the Hood limps away to safety, they watch as the Bismarck is driven off by another volley from none other than Sir Francis Drake's Golden Hind.
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