WritingPrompts

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[WP] The DM hands you the paper. You're just dropping in for the one session, but you know your role. The sheet says you're level 6, but you've got surprises. You have a mission: take out the DM's most-hated player. Well, their fun-killing Paladin, anyway. You're a hired gun. A Character Assassin.	15533
[WP] Time travel exists. By law, every citizen is given one day they may repeat on loop until they get it right. This morning, you found your spouse looking exhausted and crying. "I can't save you. I've tried hundreds of times."	13910
[WP] Years ago you found a baby dragon that had been abandoned. You carefully helped mend its wounds and taught it to hunt and survive on its own. Now, years later, the dragon has returned to you with some of its young. It wants you to raise its weakest hatchling.	12655
[WP] Your mother is one of the most powerful necromancers alive, and she absolutely dotes on you to the point of utter humiliation. As a teenager, you got rebellious and became a cleric, but hid it from her. When you finally came clean with her, she said "Oh! That's how I got started, too!"	10883
[WP] You've summoned a demon, which is really weird because all you were doing was decorating a cake and singing along to the radio.	8221
[WP] The last remnants of humanity collectively put themselves into a suspended state of sleep, with AI-enabled androids repairing the planet. When revived, the world is completely healed, there seems to be magic, and new sentient species abound. The androids are revered as long-vanished gods.	8187
[WP] A year ago the Dragons returned, the world finally having warmed up enough to keep them from freezing to death, and with them have returned the Fae and all the magic; which is replacing technology quickly. You've quit your mundane job, and today you've set off on your first-ever Quest.	5706
[WP] Every morning you wake up with small wounds; just little scrapes and bruises you attribute to flailing in your sleep. This morning, you woke up with a huge cut across your hip, a glowing golden dagger plunged into the wall, and what looks an awful lot like a dead angel on your floor.	5418
[WP] Periodically you find strange little tokens around town that look like your cartoon drawings of you. You've collected several of them over the years, and kept them with you. Today, you died, and you got up like nothing happened. One of the tokens vanishes.	4855
[WP] Your father was a turnip farmer. His father was a turnip farmer. His father was a dragon, so, like... it's diluted, but the blood is there. You can't do much, but you are pretty fun to cuddle on a cold winter's night. Also, knights keep trying to fight you and steal your horde of turnips.	3070

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