WritingPrompts

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[WP] Everyday your enchanted bag has given you the weapon you need to survive. Today's weapon? Bob Ross' almighty fan brush.	152
[WP] You are retiring as an extremely successful fleet commander with your own command class warship. There’s only one problem: The AI refuses allegiance to your successor, and she can’t be retired.	97
[WP] Your super power is portals. You open a portal, reach in and take what you need. After a session of getting really drunk, you decide you need a pet. You reach in and pull out... a hatchling dragon.	94
[WP] Tired of your stories about your adventures with your imaginary dragon friend, your dad pokes under the bed with a broomstick to prove that you’re imagining things. He is greeted by the snarl of a pissed off dragon.	90
[WP] As an arcane sorcerer, you were trained by the finest. However, one spell has been forbidden to you: an entry level ‘summon familiar.’ One day, feeling particularly lonely in your tower, you cast it...	83
[PI]The Suit is powerfull. A mech for some, body armor for others, always unique to each person who wore it. Those who wear it, hear the words "not original user, booting basic mode" As a joke, your sergeant gives you The Suit and the first thing you hear is: "User detected: Welcome back, Commander"	75
[WP] You’ve never been able to summon your spirit animal. One day, you try a particularly spicy meal. The first bite sets your mouth on fire, and you, in your feverish cursing, pull off a perfect incantation. As blink the tears out of your eyes, you see your spirit animal: The elemental fire dragon.	64
[WP] You were ridiculed as the most pathetic necromancer ever. That is, till the day your started singing in your shower. Turns out ‘bad enough to raise the dead,’ is literally that.	54
[WP]Hungover you open the egg crate and reach for the last egg only to find your pet toad curled up on it. You shoo him off and crack the egg. Instead of the whites and yolk, a cute little basilisk drops into the pan.	53
[WP] You are the necromancer that time forgot. For the past few decades, you have been consumed by your research. Today you have succeeded. You have extracted the primal essence of death itself: Mordite.	50

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