/u/Inver_IrisGlaive's posts
[WP] You are a talented painter who can replicate masterpieces down to the most minute details; Vermeer, Caravaggio, Rubens; yet, you're dismissed for a lack of originality. Until a stranger approached, waving a 20$ bill, "what about this masterpiece?"
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[WP] The world has been taken over by intelligent apes. As a last effort to settle a peace treaty, you said, "You scratch our backs, and we'll scratch yours." The apes happily agreed.
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[WP] You are a teacher at Hell's elementary school. Children are literally demons. Hellspawns, halflings, and chimeras, you've seen them all. Today is the day you've dreaded the most: the parent-teacher night.
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[WP] You are on the run from your order of cyborg assassins ever since you refused to have cybernetic implants. You only trust your instincts, and refused to be monitored. But when you shaved your hair, you saw a serial number on the back of your head.
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[WP]You are a magus that grow magical mushrooms for centuries. Some mushrooms heals fatal wounds, others feed a population for a month, or form protective barrier in a ring. For some reason, people have been buying all your stocks lately.
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[WP] You're a laparoscopy surgeon who loves playing video games. The joysticks which controlled your surgical tools is like your controller back home. Nobody believed you when you said video games was your secret to making flawless surgeries.
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[WP] You got a typewriter that allows you to feel the same emotions the character experienced as you write. Primal fear when faced with danger, tears of joy in an impossible reunion, and grief in the death of a loved one. You sat down, and begin to type.
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[WP] You are the goddess of wild, mythical beasts. Your creations only appear to those who's fate it deemed intriguing. Eons would pass before one would appear. Today, from the ashes of your clay rose a phoenix. You decide to meet the mortal.
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