/u/Inver_IrisGlaive's posts
[WP] Your sibling died in your arms during a mob shootout. Regretting your past mistake, you became the don with one goal: to dismantle it from within. Today's ground zero.
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[WP] You're a villain with a unique quirk: for every lie you tell, you must answer two truths, if asked. The hero got the opposite: for every truth, s/he must lie twice. Eventually, you ran out of truths, and the hero gets tired of lying. You two decided to meet.
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[WP] Sacred trees are found at ancient battlefields with armaments embedded in its trunk. These powerful weapons were the distilled ideals of the fallen, grown by the tree for future heroes to realize their unfinished dream. But when it's your turn, the branch unfurled a shield.
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[WP] Torrential rain has drenched your city for months. While strolling you came upon an unnamed shrine, guarded by a Torii gate and lighted by sunbeams. You prayed, and the clouds above you clears.
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[WP] Armor is akin to sports cars in terms of status symbol for ancient Greeks. You've summoned a Greek hero when praying to Aphrodite for advice on planning a date, but he couldn't understand why you refuse to wear a full suit of armor.
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[WP] A person's ability to do something exponentially doubles every consecutive day they perform 100 repetitions of. Villains and heroes always pestered you with the same question, and the answer is always the same: "I work out everyday, for a year."
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[WP] You're a union insurance broker for minions. They deserve life insurance, paid leave, and uninterrupted lunch breaks just like everyone else. But some villains are just diabolical slave drivers.
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[WP] You and your friend loves to play finger gun batttles to kill time, until suddenly one day, you hear a loud gunshot.
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[WP] You own a wizardry café. Grey-hatted wizards, fire-breathing sorcerers, and warlocks with their hulking familiars had patronized your shop and enjoyed each others in boisterous company. Life was peaceful, until an austere man walked in, demanding to know why you didn't fulfill your prophesy.
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