WritingPrompts

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[WP] The desperate, dying Paladin binds you, a demon, to a pact. In exchange for his soul, you will live on Earth as he lived: “protect the innocent, save the wicked”. 200 years later, the pact ends today. And you’re not sure you want to go back to hell.	871
[WP] “You keep sentient robots as slaves?!” Blurted the Federation representative. “Unlike you, human, we don’t share your petty moral-“ “You do realise that dropping higher cognitive functions tends to increase productivity by 300%, right?”	576
[WP] The archmage had won, preparing to rend reality apart and open the floodgates to the infernal dimension. Your weapons, armour, and companions lay defeated and destroyed. In desperation, you pull out the ancient artefact of power. You call the interdimensional police.	553
[WP] Your boss at the nightclub is a genuinely great guy. He sponsored your college tuition, let you chill in the VIP lounge, and got your dad to sober up with a heart-to-heart. You think you might have had the wrong impression of people with giant bat wings, crimson red skin, and fire breath.	378
[WP] On your 18th birthday, you casted your first spell. The next day, a group of fine men and women came to your house, wanting to induct you into the magical community. “Oh, so are there any big dangers or schools I need to attend to?” “Err, no. It’s just the five of us.”	235
[WP] On your 18th birthday, you received your family heirloom: an ancient knife. The great evil you’re supposed to slay still hasn’t arrived yet. But damn, it’s a REALLY good knife. Would be a shame not to use it for something.	210
[WP] The alien ambassador stood in front of the UN, explaining how the Galactic Federation would happily accept humanity into its ranks, sharing the multitude of impressive technologies it has to offer. It just has one condition: it points to a random woman in the crowd. “I want you to kill her.”	120
[WP] You own a powerful magical artefact: a wand capable of absorbing any spell directed at its owner and storing its magical potential for the owner’s own spells. However, you have no magical ability at all. And the magical community is getting quite frustrated at this waste of potential.	91
[WP] A god, your followers once battled evil and protected the innocent using your great gifts. 5000 years later, no one in the modern world remembers you ever existed... Until archaeologists uncover the person you gave immortality to.	79
[WP] The private eye took a long breath from his cigarette. As far as weird things go, this probably topped his career. You don’t team up with two army veterans, a policewoman breaking just about every law, and the head of the city mafia everyday.	55

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