/u/Zixtank's posts
[WP] You were shunned for your ugly face. Your fellow knights gave you the worst jobs and the girls are disgusted by you. In the middle of a war against the Orc Horde, you are abandoned. Ditched! And captured... As it turns out however, from an Orc's point of view, you are ridiculously handsome.
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[WP] The year is 2337 and the world is dying. The total human population is only a few ten thousands. You are an android designed to look and act like a human and you will most likely outlive every single human on earth. You and your trusty motorbike decide to see the final days of the world.
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[WP] "A mangled corpse here, and impaled corpse there. Oh, look. Soemone actually sprang the acid trap. Sucks to be you." Such is the life of the Dark Lord's janitor.
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[WP] The Hero and the Dark Lord finally meet, face-to-face. After an ominous speech and a flashy exit, the Dark Lord teleports back to his castle. His heart is beating fast. His cheeks are flushed. It was love at first sight.
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[WP] You are out of luck and desperate for a job. An old junk shop rumored to be selling "mysterious" items is looking for a new assistant, and the pay is too good to pass up.
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[WP] The Last Meal is a common practice in many countries, even the afterlife. There was an accident. After hearing the cling of a bell, you stand in the doorway of a rustic restaurant and a smiling barkeep gently asks what your order will be before you pass beyond.
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[WP] Gone. Everything. Everyone. Not a single person. No dogs. No cats. No birds. Everything is as it was just yesterday, but every single person is gone. As if they all just up and disappeared where they stood. Not a single trace remains. You walk through empty streets. Then, faintly, a sound.
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[WP] After a disastrous affair, a nuke laid waste to the entirety of New York City. There were no survivors ... Or so they thought. You, the lone survivor, somehow survived the blast and are somehow immune to radiation. You spend your days doing whatever you can to survive and keep your spirit up.
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[WP] Rain is pouring. Light is fading and the cold is biting. The road is muddy and your clothes are soaked through every fiber and thread. In the distance, you finally see your destination; The Tavern At The End Of The Road.
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