WritingPrompts

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[WP] You're the deadliest cyborg around. During the war, your body was swapped with a monster with enough weapons to melt a city block, no one dares to mess with you. Except... All you can think about is how much you miss food. You just sit there all day watching people eat. It's creepy. And sad.	611
[WP] The gods are dead. They killed each other so long ago with weapons too powerful to fathom. Their giant bones are all around us, reminding us of the price of folly. We are the Ants and we remember the Humans. But some of us who are using necromancy to reawaken the Mad War of the Divine.	448
[WP] You made a deal with the Devil at the cost of your immortal soul. But at the same time, you bargained with Great Cthulhu, again at the price of your soul. Now at the end of your life, you munch on popcorn as the two angry deities and their armies fight each other for the reward.	421
[WP] You have no idea where your socks keep going. You put six pairs of matching socks in, you somehow get three unmatched out. Frustrated, one day you stick your head into the dryer. Inside there, tucked into the underside, you find a tiny dragon in a nest of lost clothing and pocket change.	388
[WP] The villagers were thrilled when they managed to hire your adventuring party to hunt down the orcs terrorizing their town. They were somewhat less thrilled when you raised from death those villagers who had died in the raids to do it.	358
[WP] All of your friends had superpowers except you. One day, you stomped on a roach and you felt weird. You felt a buzz as you get a message on your phone from an unknown number. It says "Congrats! You are now level 1."	326
[WP] You sent 20 men into that building for the girl. None have returned. The front door opens slowly. The Teddy Bear stands there with a bloody kitchen knife. Your sniper takes a shot, but the bear slices the bullet in half. It closes the door, but not before dragging a finger across its throat.	286
[WP] You fell out of bed into another world, populated by trillions of ankle-high humanoid creatures. After wandering the planet looking for a way home, you find that the native creatures are building brass machines roughly your height and shape. They're war machines meant to fight you.	283
[WP] Once Santa was widely believed to be real. After his disappearance, adults took over his gift giving duties. But he's still there, in his Arctic fortress, along with his elves and all the other supernaturals, fighting a desperate, secret war against aliens from another dimension.	210
[WP] You're starting to get weird dreams of your (often violent and messy) deaths. But they never happen. The common denominator of these events is your SO being involved. Turns out, they've been killing you repeatedly in ever more imaginative ways and then reseting time to a save point.	194

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