WP You are a movie producer sent by Satan. Your job - assemble the most difficult, entitled, petulant cast, the most arrogant director, and the worst film premise.

Satan wants to punish the film industry and the movie watching public in general. He sends you to create the single most unenjoyable experience in Hollywood history.

You can choose any actors or actresses, and they will be compelled to participate. You can choose any director and they must agree. You can choose any film premise and the writers will make it a reality.

Who/what are you picking?

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WP “Shut up and listen to me. In 30 seconds that door is going to open, and you aren’t going to recognize the person you see me become. Remember who I really am.”



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WP your party thought you were useless. that is, until they brought you to the casino, where they realized you went all-in on your luck stat.



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WP You wrote a love letter for your crush but found out they already have someone. In sadness, you throw the letter into a fire, saying “To whoever deserves it”. A couple days later, women claiming to be gods show up at your door, wanting to know who the letter was for



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WP at a difficult time in your life a woman knocks on your door. She informs you she's your fairy godmother. "Why do you look evil?" /"Oh, I'm a wicked fairy. But don't worry, not to you. Who do you need hurt?"



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WP The patient in room 9 died at 3am. I was there. I watched the monitor flatline. I helped cover the body. I signed the form. At 6am he was sitting up in bed eating breakfast.



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WP "Pick your battles. Pick... pick fewer battles than that. Put some back. That's too many."



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WP You end up isekai'd into a magical world and become a powerful hero. You're dog comes along with. Your traveling party and followers, don't know what a dog is, one day, one of them asks.



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WP"Very well, you summoned me, so what do you want and what will you give me in return?" said the fairy with an expression somewhere between exasperation and boredom. "I want to become a beautiful fairy like you," replied the child, smiling innocently.



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WP "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "Of course, babe." "Well, specifically love me enough to help me turn human again?" "…The witch?" "The witch." "I'll be there in five."



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WP The real estate agent "forgot" to mention that the previous owners of your new house didn't leave—they were absorbed by it.



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WP an horror story fully written from a blind person (or inside a pitch black area). with no visual descriptions, only touch/hearing/smelling/feeling description of what the MC feels. leaving the reader to guess whatever is happening.



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WP “Alright then, shoot me.” “What? Are you insane?” “You don’t believe I’m invincible, that’s the easiest and fastest way to prove it. Shoot me.”



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WP As the final boss of a massive castle, you were expecting the Hero to come barging into your chambers. You expected them to have a few allies. You didn't expect 32 identical copies of the Hero to show up, distinguished only by clothing color, all wielding the same mythical weapon and armor.



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WP you help a fox out of a animal trap in the Woods and the next day, a girl claiming to be a kitsune shows up to ask you out on a date to return the favor



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WP Your 4 month old baby is babbling when a magical creature was summoned. "As you have recited the spell to break my seal, you will be my lord until you breathe your last" said the creature to your baby.



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WP "You can't leave, you have a duty." "Duty to what? I'm the most irrelevant member of this family, and I've failed at everything I've tried. Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't leave.



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WP Humanity is one of the only territorial species to make it out into interstellar space. The rest of the space-faring community are all species that have no concept of property ownership or borders. Only a few have home ranges that they migrate through when they leave their origin planet.



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WP A new necromancer has hit the scene. The necromancer can't resurrect anything organic. The necromancer only resurrects fashion, fads and trends.



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PI A magic sword you inherited, a noble lineage you come from, and an evil king that you can fight. What's the problem? The goddess explicitly told you "You aren't my chosen one."

Original prompt from u/lndle here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/s/KNYqUGRaa9

"You are not my chosen," her words echoed, not from her unmoving lips, but directly into my mind. Though her illuminant body was no larger than an average woman's, her presence dwarfed the sanctum and felt as if it would consume the entire cathedral. Silver light sprawled from her figure in radiant tendrils that brushed across the warrior's worn armor and scarred skin, cool and ethereal. "How did you call for me? It is not your right."

He finally found his voice, reclaimed from awe-inspired silence. "This is the key to beseeching your presence, is it not, Lady Atoria?" He held out a dull white crystal, cracked and stained with blood, but still resonating with a divine light. The Lady of Light caressed the jewel with a few more wisps of light, her body unmoving, before she jerked back and retracted her light with a screech like a chorus of scraping steel. He could feel her piercing glare, not only from those unblinking, statuesque eyes set into her polished face, but from the entire hall around me as if the very walls yearned to witness his death. "Who are you?" she whispered, the words slicing through my brain.

But he did not falter. This goddess has graced him with her presence, it's only fair that she shows due etiquette.

"My name," he answered, slowly standing, "is Renee Valdera, son of the Duke of Shadows James Valdera."

Duke of Shadows, the name that his father was branded before being executed for heresy and treason. All because his family sheltered the displaced people of the Northern Wilds when Holy Emperor Yanis III launched a crusade against the pagan farmer tribes of the north.

"Fallen noble, you dare stand before me?" Her words seethed in my eardrums. "Why are you here, mortal? Only my chosen may stand in my presence."

"Your chosen? You mean this guy?" Renee unhitched a sac from his belt and tossed it at the Goddess' feet. Holy Emperor Yanis III's head rolled out with a dull thud, his dented crown entangled in his frenzied, bloodsoaked hair now prominently featuring an empty gem socket. "He was a tyrant, a mad king who persecuted his people in your name."

Renee barely had a chance to unsheath his sword to deflect the heavy lash of light that the goddess launched at him. She screamed with a deafening symphony of a thousand shattered tower bells as she pummeled silver arcs at Renee. The impact blasted him down the length of the hall, throwing his body through the grand cathedral doors into the courtyard.

Renee pulled himself to his feet, his body singed with holy fire but still intact. Violent light streamed from the windows of the cathedral and erupted from the cracks in its crumbling walls, and as the opulent tower collapsed, the goddess emerged from the dust.

"Mortal, how do you still stand?" She questioned, the voice ringing in Renee's head with a mix of rage and surprise. Renee readied his sword before him, a pulsing, twilight-black blade etched with burning blue runes. It seemed the sight of it was enoigh of an answer for the goddess' question.

Renee braced himself against the following barrage of silver light, now prepared enough to harness his sword's magic. The harsh light bounced away and dissipated against his sword's ecliptic barrier as he agonizingly pressed on step by step against her divine wrath. In a wide, excruciating sweep, he knocked away the ribbons of light and stood once more face to face with the embodiment of light.

She spoke once more, this time a sharp, apprehensive whisper like a tightening steel thread. "Why do you profane against me?"

"Because," Renee replied through gritted teeth, "I am a savior."

"No," her voice spiked to a resonant, metallic clamor of desperation and helplessness, "No! You are no savior! You are not my chosen!"

The dust of the city surrounding them seemed to settle, the moment

stretching behind eons. Among the crumbling wreckage of a city retaken by rebellion, Renee now felt the gaze not of the Goddess' unnatural presence, but the of the people he had fought for. Beggars, peasants, commoners... survivors. He met the goddess' eyes, staring into her blank, immortal face, and tightened his grip on his sword, before plunging it into her statuesque torso, ichor bursting from the dimming light of her body.

"You're right, I'm not your chosen. I'm theirs."

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