WritingPrompts

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[WP] You've died. It happens. All you see around you is a washed-out image of the world you were just alive in moments ago, and a fussy little man writing something in a notebook. He snaps it shut, tucks it away, and stares you down. "Too early," he says. "Follow me."	8
[WP] Humanity has been at war with the aliens for decades and, although millions of humans have died, the official death toll of humanity stands at one: You. They are your clones, and as the original you're the only one that can't go into battle.	8
[WP] You've woken up this morning to find an identical impostor in your clothes, at your table, in your favorite chair, talking to your family familiarly, and eating your food. You sit at the table, and ask what's happening. "They didn't think you'd mind," the other you says.	8
[WP] On a whim you downloaded a weird sim game that claimed to be an open-source take on a well-known life sim franchise. It's all good until you realize that one of your sims seems to have gotten access to the source, somehow, and has been changing the game to grant itself godlike powers.	8
[WP] When humanity finally, personally left our own solar system for the first time, we were immediately hailed. "You are in violation of the Treaty. Turn back, or be scattered among the stars." We were banned from the rest of the galaxy for something our ancestors did.	8
[WP] Bad news: Zombies. Good news: Zombie cure. Bad news: Cure requires getting the Zombies to ingest an entire vial of liquid that could explode. Worse news: These are some pretty fast Zombies.	8
[WP] You were the very last of the humans to perish, but you find that you are the very first one to arrive in the afterlife.	8
[WP] You've been hired to a crew of thieves to pull off the ultimate heist. It's up to you to actually crack the vault and get everyone inside to the loot. Your only tool? Your pet cat. You are, after all, a cat burglar.	8
[WP] We have the ability to transfer our consciousness into an online avatar, while our bodies live on life support until we're ready to log off again. A catastrophe traps those logged in, killing their bodies, and disables further logins from occurring.	8
[WP] We were too curious, always seeking to know more. They sealed us away in our own realm, and closed the portal. But, clever little things we are, we figured out how to open the portals again. The Gods, the Fae, the Elder Horrors, the creatures of Myth all tremble: The humans are coming.	8

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