WritingPrompts

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[WP] Your baritone voice always seemed like good luck. Today, however, you were seemingly identified as the Dark Lord in disguise because of it	2
[WP] Your Standard Fantasy World, but all the 'intelligent and successful' people all speak like gangstas to show their 'class'. A Barbarian who speaks normally has just been invited to a fancy ball.	2
[WP] While wandering in search of adventure, you find a grieving bandit. In the shoddy grave they're kneeling in front of is another bandit, their friend. They keep mumbling of how it isn't like hitting dummies and how they have to do this only one more time. You decide to approach them.	2
[WP] The party's Sorceress suddenly changes into a demon-witch. The Barbarian draws Daemon Swords. The Cleric turns into a Succubi/Incubi. The Bard explodes into Lich. The Rogue's veins start glowing red and he mutates. Only the Blackguard and Warlock stayed true to the party.	2
[WP] The Dark Lord sits upon his throne, silent and unresponsive to your entrancd. He's hunched over, looking at something in his hands: it is a small locket, with a picture of his beloved. Then, he finally reacts to your presence.	1
[WP] "AH! Orc raid! What do I do?! Think! Think! Aha! Stand up straight, firm handshake, maintain eye contact." "You'z iz hired!"	1
[WP] The Dark Lord stands before you, atop the dais of his throne. He calls to his former betrothed, your party's healer and a powerful sorceress, asking her to rule with him as his Dark Queen. Before anybody can say anything, she immediately pulls a knife and stabs the Paladin in the throat	1
[WP] You knew him once, The Dark Lord. Before, he was your greatest friend and ally, before fate struck against him and all his loved ones. He stands before you, sword in hand and your party defeated. You desperately decide to try and reach out to him, one last time	1

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