stencil or something?” Ellen asked curiously.
“I never use them,” I said with a wink. “That’s my superpower. Once I envision a piece - I can tattoo it exactly as I see it my mind’s eye.” She didn’t looked convinced. “I got this,” I promised.
With the design locked in, I turned on my tattoo gun. It’s hum and gentle vibration a soothing balm to my soul.
It has never been difficult to get the image from my mind onto skin. I feel like a conduit - I just let the image flow through me. The gun and inks give the idea a life all its own - separate from me and even the wearer.
Lost in the flow of my work, I lost track of time. Ellen finally tapped my shoulder.
“I think I need to stop for today,” she said quietly.
“Yes, yes - of course,” I said quickly. “Sorry about that. I should have set a timer. I get lost in the tattoo and time just - disappears for me.”
“I could see that,” she said. “You were smiling the whole time.”
I checked the clock - it had been almost three hours. I rolled back to get a wider view of my work. The Rod of Asclepius was perfect. The detail the shading - all of it - just like I had imagined. The warrior woman was roughed in. It would probably take another two or three sessions to finish her.
I prepped Ellen with post care and told her how long it would take to finish. She paid happily - gushing about how amazing it looked. Ellen booked a follow up in a few days.
Tattooing for the first time since I had opened my shop was unbelievably satisfying. It somehow made my shop feel like it was truly mine for the first time.
I cleaned up and sterilized my equipment. I was about to call it a day when a young man came in.
“Hey, I was hoping to get a few Chinese characters on my right shoulder blade,” he said, handing me a piece of paper.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I said. I hated doing foreign languages - paranoid that I will get it wrong or that they will give me the wrong thing. “Just do you know - I can’t read this. I am just going to think about like a picture. If this doesn’t say what you think it does - ,” I just shrugged, “ - nothing I can do about that.”
He just nodded. “My friend wrote it down for me. I trust him.”
“Ok. How big are you thinking?”
He shrugged. “Like three inches long.”
It was a simple enough piece. Had it all finished up in about an hour. He seemed happy with it. He said the symbols meant “powerful” or “strong”. If I could figure out how to type “热汤”into Google, I would have checked just to make sure. He paid in cash and left happy.
Whatever.
I locked the front door and turned off the sign. I cleaned up just enough so I could go to my apartment for the night.
Big day. Two paying customers in one day. I couldn’t wipe my grin from my face.
The next few days I had a few people come by. A few small pieces. A single word. Name and date of a child on a proud father’s chest.
Ellen missed her appointment. I was sure she would be back. The first part of her tattoo was going so well. *sigh* oh well.
The door suddenly swung open. The guy who wanted the Chinese characters on his shoulder was back.
“Hey, do you remember me?” He asked.
“Of course, Chinese characters on your shoulder.”
“Perfect. Ok. Check this out,” he put his white plastic grocery bag on the counter by the till. He pulled out a plastic take out container. “Touch this,” he said pointing to the container.
What. The. Fuck.
I walked over and tentatively touched the side of the take out container.
“It’s hot, right?” He asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” I said uncertainly.
“It took me twenty minutes to walk here. Why is it still hot?” He demanded.
“I have no idea,” I answered confused.
“Dude! You gave me superpowers!”
“What are you talking about?”
“So my friend, who gave me the Chinese letters for my shoulder - yeah. He totally lied. It doesn’t mean ‘strong’ or ‘powerful’ or some cool shit like that. He gave me ‘hot soup’ - dude did me dirty and gave me fucking ‘hot soup’…. Now… now soup doesn’t get cold while I am around.”
Oh boy. Dude has lost his mind. “Your soup doesn’t get cold since I gave
“I never use them,” I said with a wink. “That’s my superpower. Once I envision a piece - I can tattoo it exactly as I see it my mind’s eye.” She didn’t looked convinced. “I got this,” I promised.
With the design locked in, I turned on my tattoo gun. It’s hum and gentle vibration a soothing balm to my soul.
It has never been difficult to get the image from my mind onto skin. I feel like a conduit - I just let the image flow through me. The gun and inks give the idea a life all its own - separate from me and even the wearer.
Lost in the flow of my work, I lost track of time. Ellen finally tapped my shoulder.
“I think I need to stop for today,” she said quietly.
“Yes, yes - of course,” I said quickly. “Sorry about that. I should have set a timer. I get lost in the tattoo and time just - disappears for me.”
“I could see that,” she said. “You were smiling the whole time.”
I checked the clock - it had been almost three hours. I rolled back to get a wider view of my work. The Rod of Asclepius was perfect. The detail the shading - all of it - just like I had imagined. The warrior woman was roughed in. It would probably take another two or three sessions to finish her.
I prepped Ellen with post care and told her how long it would take to finish. She paid happily - gushing about how amazing it looked. Ellen booked a follow up in a few days.
Tattooing for the first time since I had opened my shop was unbelievably satisfying. It somehow made my shop feel like it was truly mine for the first time.
I cleaned up and sterilized my equipment. I was about to call it a day when a young man came in.
“Hey, I was hoping to get a few Chinese characters on my right shoulder blade,” he said, handing me a piece of paper.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I said. I hated doing foreign languages - paranoid that I will get it wrong or that they will give me the wrong thing. “Just do you know - I can’t read this. I am just going to think about like a picture. If this doesn’t say what you think it does - ,” I just shrugged, “ - nothing I can do about that.”
He just nodded. “My friend wrote it down for me. I trust him.”
“Ok. How big are you thinking?”
He shrugged. “Like three inches long.”
It was a simple enough piece. Had it all finished up in about an hour. He seemed happy with it. He said the symbols meant “powerful” or “strong”. If I could figure out how to type “热汤”into Google, I would have checked just to make sure. He paid in cash and left happy.
Whatever.
I locked the front door and turned off the sign. I cleaned up just enough so I could go to my apartment for the night.
Big day. Two paying customers in one day. I couldn’t wipe my grin from my face.
The next few days I had a few people come by. A few small pieces. A single word. Name and date of a child on a proud father’s chest.
Ellen missed her appointment. I was sure she would be back. The first part of her tattoo was going so well. *sigh* oh well.
The door suddenly swung open. The guy who wanted the Chinese characters on his shoulder was back.
“Hey, do you remember me?” He asked.
“Of course, Chinese characters on your shoulder.”
“Perfect. Ok. Check this out,” he put his white plastic grocery bag on the counter by the till. He pulled out a plastic take out container. “Touch this,” he said pointing to the container.
What. The. Fuck.
I walked over and tentatively touched the side of the take out container.
“It’s hot, right?” He asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” I said uncertainly.
“It took me twenty minutes to walk here. Why is it still hot?” He demanded.
“I have no idea,” I answered confused.
“Dude! You gave me superpowers!”
“What are you talking about?”
“So my friend, who gave me the Chinese letters for my shoulder - yeah. He totally lied. It doesn’t mean ‘strong’ or ‘powerful’ or some cool shit like that. He gave me ‘hot soup’ - dude did me dirty and gave me fucking ‘hot soup’…. Now… now soup doesn’t get cold while I am around.”
Oh boy. Dude has lost his mind. “Your soup doesn’t get cold since I gave
you a tattoo that says, ‘hot soup’ in Chinese?” I asked.
“Exactly! In fact - no soup in my general area gets cold! It’s a freaking superpower man!” He said excitedly.
I let out a deep sigh. “I am glad you like your tattoo - I really am - but it is just ink. Ink doesn’t give you or anyone superpowers.”
“Man, I **NEED** you to tattoo this on my other shoulder,” he says as he hands me another piece of paper with more Chinese characters on it.
“And what does this one say?”
“Just one word - ‘flight’ - I’m gonna fly like superman!”
“And the guy that gave you ‘hot soup’ gave you this? Are you sure it doesn’t say: ‘runny diarrhoea’ or something like that?” I asked.
I watched a range of emotions play out over his face. He was trusting the hot soup guy again and now he was questioning his life choices.
“I can’t hand out superpowers,” I said with a shrug. “I’m just a guy with a tattoo gun. You should probably leave. I don’t think I can give you another tattoo.”
The dude was crestfallen, but he left.
So strange.
The container of soup by my till was still hot to the touch. My stomach gurgled.
“Nope. We aren’t going to eat the crazy man’s soup,” I muttered to myself as I threw it in the garbage.
Traffic slowly picked up until I was doing at least one small tattoo a day. Had a few that were coming back regularly for larger pieces. Things were starting to come together.
Ellen came in, almost three weeks after her first appointment. She looked good. The skeletal look she had when she had first come by was gone. She had a healthy, vibrate look to her. She smiled brightly at me.
“I was worried you weren’t coming back,” I smiled back at her.
She came in and gave me a huge hug. The kind of hug your mom gives you after you have been away too long. Full of love.
“Doctors say the cancer is gone,” Ellen said wiping away a tear.
“That is amazing! I am so happy for you!”
“It’s all thanks to you,” she gushed.
I tilted my head. “I just gave you a tattoo. And only half a tattoo at that. It’s just ink.”
“I don’t think so,” Ellen said. “Do you have time to work on it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Ellen when to the chair and removed her pants.
I prepped my tools and rolled over on my wheelie stool.
The staff I had tattooed last time she was here still looked amazing but it was wrapped in daffodils. I ran my fingers over the delicate flowers. They look like my work - but I didn’t put those there.
“Who put these in?” I asked.
“They just…. appeared…. a few days after my first appointment,” Ellen said hesitantly.
“Just - appeared?”
She nodded her head. “No redness. No pain. Just appeared.”
I gave her a disbelieving look.
“When I went in for my treatment, they did a pre-treatment MRI to compare to a post treatment MRI. They said the cancer was gone. That I was cured,” Ellen said. There were tears in her voice. “They sent me to a different clinic to verify the MRI. I have had every test imaginable. There is no trace of the cancer in my system. Nothing.”
My eyes went back to the flowers wrapped around the staff. Daffodils are associated with Cancer. The work is seamless - like they had always been there.
“A cure like that isn’t possible,” Ellen said softly. “You don’t come back from the kind of cancer I had. It is a death sentence. The only thing that changed is that tattoo.”
“A tattoo is just ink, Ellen. I wish I could take credit for something like that - for a miracle. I just draw pictures,” I said with a shrug. “Could you imagine the chaos if my tattoos brought powers with them?” I chuckled. “People might have permanently hot soup,” a little voice said in the back of my mind.
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“Exactly! In fact - no soup in my general area gets cold! It’s a freaking superpower man!” He said excitedly.
I let out a deep sigh. “I am glad you like your tattoo - I really am - but it is just ink. Ink doesn’t give you or anyone superpowers.”
“Man, I **NEED** you to tattoo this on my other shoulder,” he says as he hands me another piece of paper with more Chinese characters on it.
“And what does this one say?”
“Just one word - ‘flight’ - I’m gonna fly like superman!”
“And the guy that gave you ‘hot soup’ gave you this? Are you sure it doesn’t say: ‘runny diarrhoea’ or something like that?” I asked.
I watched a range of emotions play out over his face. He was trusting the hot soup guy again and now he was questioning his life choices.
“I can’t hand out superpowers,” I said with a shrug. “I’m just a guy with a tattoo gun. You should probably leave. I don’t think I can give you another tattoo.”
The dude was crestfallen, but he left.
So strange.
The container of soup by my till was still hot to the touch. My stomach gurgled.
“Nope. We aren’t going to eat the crazy man’s soup,” I muttered to myself as I threw it in the garbage.
Traffic slowly picked up until I was doing at least one small tattoo a day. Had a few that were coming back regularly for larger pieces. Things were starting to come together.
Ellen came in, almost three weeks after her first appointment. She looked good. The skeletal look she had when she had first come by was gone. She had a healthy, vibrate look to her. She smiled brightly at me.
“I was worried you weren’t coming back,” I smiled back at her.
She came in and gave me a huge hug. The kind of hug your mom gives you after you have been away too long. Full of love.
“Doctors say the cancer is gone,” Ellen said wiping away a tear.
“That is amazing! I am so happy for you!”
“It’s all thanks to you,” she gushed.
I tilted my head. “I just gave you a tattoo. And only half a tattoo at that. It’s just ink.”
“I don’t think so,” Ellen said. “Do you have time to work on it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Ellen when to the chair and removed her pants.
I prepped my tools and rolled over on my wheelie stool.
The staff I had tattooed last time she was here still looked amazing but it was wrapped in daffodils. I ran my fingers over the delicate flowers. They look like my work - but I didn’t put those there.
“Who put these in?” I asked.
“They just…. appeared…. a few days after my first appointment,” Ellen said hesitantly.
“Just - appeared?”
She nodded her head. “No redness. No pain. Just appeared.”
I gave her a disbelieving look.
“When I went in for my treatment, they did a pre-treatment MRI to compare to a post treatment MRI. They said the cancer was gone. That I was cured,” Ellen said. There were tears in her voice. “They sent me to a different clinic to verify the MRI. I have had every test imaginable. There is no trace of the cancer in my system. Nothing.”
My eyes went back to the flowers wrapped around the staff. Daffodils are associated with Cancer. The work is seamless - like they had always been there.
“A cure like that isn’t possible,” Ellen said softly. “You don’t come back from the kind of cancer I had. It is a death sentence. The only thing that changed is that tattoo.”
“A tattoo is just ink, Ellen. I wish I could take credit for something like that - for a miracle. I just draw pictures,” I said with a shrug. “Could you imagine the chaos if my tattoos brought powers with them?” I chuckled. “People might have permanently hot soup,” a little voice said in the back of my mind.
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Basically, you are SCP-458, but human.
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WP You don’t understand all the hype. Everyone says the humans are so scary and tough, but any time you’ve dealt with them a simple “reflect physical damage” spell makes them mostly harmless.
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WP A telepathic alien attempts to read the mind of a human fighter pilot during a dogfight, but is overwhelmed by the blaring sound of Heavy Metal music the pilot uses to concentrate.
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WP Deep in the galactic core, you find a library containing the digital backups of every soul that has ever died in the universe. You find your own name, dated three million years ago.
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WP The human fleet is outnumbered 100 to 1. The human Admiral orders the fleet to break formation and charge into the melee, relying entirely on the chaos of "friendly fire" to wipe out the enemy.
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WP It took humans colonizing the stars to realize Earth slowly drives us to self-destruction and violence. Now, the galactic council is inquiring why our own home planet is considered the human equivalent of a death sentence.
Inspired by SCP-4266
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WP Einstein was right. Almost. Global War 3 was fought with atomics, Global War 4 with sticks. And swords, spells, Elves, dragons... The simultaneous detonation of so many atomics tore open the barriers between our world and others; bridging and forging together disparate planes and planets.
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OT Fun Trope Friday: Leprechaun & Speculative Fiction!
###Welcome to Fun Trope Friday, our feature that mashes up tropes and genres!
How’s it work? Glad you asked. :)
- Every week we will have a new spotlight trope.
- Each week, there will be a new genre assigned to write a story about the trope.
- You can then either use or subvert the trope in a 750-word max story or poem (unless otherwise specified).
- To qualify for ranking, you will need to provide ONE actionable feedback. More are welcome of course!
Three winners will be selected each week based on votes, so remember to read your fellow authors’ works and DM me your votes for the top three.
Next up… [IP](https://www.deviantart.com/pixiesp1991arts/art/Leprechaun-little-girls-1310683215)
Thank heavens we’re done with this February love business as there are much more interesting concepts and events to celebrate! Like who knew March had so many fun ones? Owing to that, for March we’re exploring four very cool events that happen during the month. Please note this theme is only loosely applied.
“Magic Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf, But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.” – Shel Silverstein
Trope: [Leprechaun](https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Leprechaun) — Okay, so technically St. Patrick’s Day was on the 17th. But c’mon Pi Day had to happen, right? So let’s dust off our shamrocks and green-sequined gear and take a look at everyone’s favorite mythical Irish beastie the leprechaun. Irish myth agrees on these basic points. Leprechauns are the size of children and favor the colour green (when they don't wear red). They have red hair and green eyes — and if you have red hair and green eyes, you may be a descendant of the Fey folk yourself! Leprechauns can become invisible, but if you happen to see one, catch him quickly and make him tell you where his pot of gold is hidden. After all, gold has been hitting record prices of late and we could all use a bit more money, right?
Genre: [Speculative Fiction](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speculative_fiction) — Speculative fiction is an umbrella genre of fiction that encompasses all the subgenres that depart from realism, or strictly imitating everyday reality, instead presenting fantastical, supernatural, futuristic, or other highly imaginative realms or beings. This catch-all genre includes, but is not limited to: fantasy, science fiction, science fantasy, superhero, paranormal and supernatural horror, alternate history, magical realism, slipstream, weird fiction, utopia and dystopia, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction. In other words, the genre presents individuals, events, or places beyond the ordinary real world.
Skill / Constraint - optional: Alchemy is involved.
So, have at it. Lean into the trope heavily or spin it on its head. The choice is yours!
Have a great idea for a future topic to discuss or just want to give feedback? FTF is a fun feature, so it’s all about what you want—so please let me know! Please share in the comments or DM me on Discord or Reddit!
Last Week’s Winners
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Some fabulous stories this week and great crit at campfire and on the post! We had 10 stories, so we’re back to three winners. Congrats to:
- AmeliaLP
- Weekly_Basis_9335
-
###Welcome to Fun Trope Friday, our feature that mashes up tropes and genres!
How’s it work? Glad you asked. :)
- Every week we will have a new spotlight trope.
- Each week, there will be a new genre assigned to write a story about the trope.
- You can then either use or subvert the trope in a 750-word max story or poem (unless otherwise specified).
- To qualify for ranking, you will need to provide ONE actionable feedback. More are welcome of course!
Three winners will be selected each week based on votes, so remember to read your fellow authors’ works and DM me your votes for the top three.
Next up… [IP](https://www.deviantart.com/pixiesp1991arts/art/Leprechaun-little-girls-1310683215)
Thank heavens we’re done with this February love business as there are much more interesting concepts and events to celebrate! Like who knew March had so many fun ones? Owing to that, for March we’re exploring four very cool events that happen during the month. Please note this theme is only loosely applied.
“Magic Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf, But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.” – Shel Silverstein
Trope: [Leprechaun](https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Leprechaun) — Okay, so technically St. Patrick’s Day was on the 17th. But c’mon Pi Day had to happen, right? So let’s dust off our shamrocks and green-sequined gear and take a look at everyone’s favorite mythical Irish beastie the leprechaun. Irish myth agrees on these basic points. Leprechauns are the size of children and favor the colour green (when they don't wear red). They have red hair and green eyes — and if you have red hair and green eyes, you may be a descendant of the Fey folk yourself! Leprechauns can become invisible, but if you happen to see one, catch him quickly and make him tell you where his pot of gold is hidden. After all, gold has been hitting record prices of late and we could all use a bit more money, right?
Genre: [Speculative Fiction](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speculative_fiction) — Speculative fiction is an umbrella genre of fiction that encompasses all the subgenres that depart from realism, or strictly imitating everyday reality, instead presenting fantastical, supernatural, futuristic, or other highly imaginative realms or beings. This catch-all genre includes, but is not limited to: fantasy, science fiction, science fantasy, superhero, paranormal and supernatural horror, alternate history, magical realism, slipstream, weird fiction, utopia and dystopia, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction. In other words, the genre presents individuals, events, or places beyond the ordinary real world.
Skill / Constraint - optional: Alchemy is involved.
So, have at it. Lean into the trope heavily or spin it on its head. The choice is yours!
Have a great idea for a future topic to discuss or just want to give feedback? FTF is a fun feature, so it’s all about what you want—so please let me know! Please share in the comments or DM me on Discord or Reddit!
Last Week’s Winners
PLEASE remember to give feedback—this affects your ranking. PLEASE also remember to DM me your votes for the top five stories via Discord or Reddit—both katpoker666. This is a change from the top three of the past. In weeks where we get over 15 stories, we will do a top five ranking. Weeks with less than 15 stories will show only our top three winners. If you have any questions, please DM me as well.
Some fabulous stories this week and great crit at campfire and on the post! We had 10 stories, so we’re back to three winners. Congrats to:
- AmeliaLP
- Weekly_Basis_9335
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###Ground rules:
- Stories must incorporate both the trope and the genre
- Leave one story or poem between 100 and 750 words as a top-level comment unless otherwise specified. Use wordcounter.net to check your word count.
- Deadline: 11:59 PM EDT next Thursday. Please note stories submitted after the 6:00 PM EST campfire start may not be critted.
- No stories that have been written for another prompt or feature here on WP—please note after consultation with some of our delightful writers, new serials are now welcomed here
- No previously written content
- Any stories not meeting these rules will be disqualified from rankings
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- Please keep crit about the stories. Any crit deemed too distracting may be deleted. This is a time to focus on our wonderful authors.
- Vote to help your favorites rise to the top of the ranks (DM me at katpoker666 on Discord or Reddit)!
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The next FTF campfire will be Thursday, March 26th from 6-8pm ET. It will be in the Discord Main Voice Lounge. Click on the events tab and mark ‘Interested’ to be kept up to date. No signup or prep needed and you don’t have to have written anything! So join in the fun—and shenanigans! 😊
###Ground rules:
- Stories must incorporate both the trope and the genre
- Leave one story or poem between 100 and 750 words as a top-level comment unless otherwise specified. Use wordcounter.net to check your word count.
- Deadline: 11:59 PM EDT next Thursday. Please note stories submitted after the 6:00 PM EST campfire start may not be critted.
- No stories that have been written for another prompt or feature here on WP—please note after consultation with some of our delightful writers, new serials are now welcomed here
- No previously written content
- Any stories not meeting these rules will be disqualified from rankings
- Does your story not fit the Fun Trope Friday rules? You can post your story as a PI with your work when the FTF post is 3 days old!
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WP "Why would I come with you?" "I've got friends in high places!" "Okay, just because you've got connections doesn't mean I'll do what you say." "No! I mean't they're stuck up there! I need your help!"
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WP You are a paladin, and the last line of defense for this city. Looking over the hordes at the gates, knowing you won't survive what is to come, you have one last conversation with your god.
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WP You a knight of a small kingdom were ordered to retrieve the princess from a group of bandits. On arrival to their camp some rough looking men lead you to "the fair lady boss". Its the princess, and she wants just one more day because, "I'm sure I can annex that city over there with my boys."
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WP Your daughter describes a game out loud and starts playing it. When she's bored, it'll cease to exist. Nobody buys or downloads software anymore - you just ask for it. You used to be a programmer.
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WP It's soul crushing being a Professional Villain in an rpgmmo. I'm paid to lose, y'know? Don't get me wrong, it pays alright and I didn't need a degree or anything, its just...I'd like to win once, y'know? To finally put the players in their place, or get one over on them, just once, y'know?
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WP As an immortal entity of some kind, you've made a surprising amount as a fill-in for death games.
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