WritingPrompts

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[WP] You die and go to hell. The demons of hell do their demonic things to you. Some significant amount of time into your stay in hell an angelic extraction team, swords ablazin', storms hell looking for you. Looks like you just may be going to heaven after all.	21
[WP] Humanity is depending on your team to find a cure but all the humans on your team have now succumbed. Good thing you aren't human but now they all think you are hording the cure.	19
[WP] You've been yanked from your afterlife by people swearing by you. You are obviously confused.	18
[WP] After the lunar greening incident of 2036, women are now required on all interstellar missions.	13
[WP] The game begins. As the world falls away and is replaced by another so does your humanity and that of your friends. You are surrounded by monsters and abominations. "GO!"	6
[WP] Splenda of the Saccharin Waists is at the gates of the Sugar Plum Citadel demanding the release of Prince Sorbitol. You've been working on a diabetic scheme to make sure the war to come will be a sticky one.	1
[WP] You arrive at the palatial mansion in your HVAC van. "No matter the temperature we set it just blows tepid" the butler says. The growling from the vents only gets louder as you are lead to the utility room. You open the final door to find a pair of juvenile ice & fire dragons wrestling.	1
[WP] Your passion about SciFi minutia is because you are secretly an inter-dimensional refugee and it's your cultures history that's been licensed and butchered.	1
You are one of the lizard people, the ruling elites, a horder of power and money, a shape shifted dragon. You find yourself thwarted by the latest batch of new knights: business mogels.	1
[WP] You are one of the lizard people, the ruling elites, a horder of power and money, a shape shifted dragon. You find yourself thwarted by the latest batch of new knights: business moguls.	1

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