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Old 02-25-2019, 03:51 PM
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I have written on-and-off since I learned how to write, but with long gaps inbetween. Lazyness is a big problem here, but I hope that a group project would give me some additional motivation. And I would guess that I'm not the only one who would like to write, but has a hard time carrying through.

My idea would be to use writing prompts to create very short stories. Someone (changing every week) gives out a prompt and everyone writes a short piece of up to 3000 words (but 500 is fine too, just not too long). And ideally, others would give some constructive feedback.

Writing prompts can be anything you want. It's probably best to go for something broader, so people are free to interpret them in their own way, but specific prompts can be fun too. As this is a videogame forum, feel free to use videogame characters or worlds as jump-off points. Or even popular movies or books, maybe just post a wikipedia link if it is something obscure.

There is no formal quality criteria for this project. It's just here to offer some motivation to actually start writing and get some exercise in that regard. Everyone who writes something wins. It will be great!

So, if you are interested make some short post here, so I will know who I can ask to give the next writing prompt. And also for giving yourself a minimal amount of motivation, as you don't want to break your word, right?

First writing prompt:
Choose a videogame character (or movie/book character, if you don't play games), and write about a random day in their life after they saved the world (or whatever they did in their main story).

For example, what does Link do after he saved Termina in Majoras Mask? How does Mario spend a lazy day? What does Ridley (from Metroid) do for fun? Be as serious or silly as you like.
Length: Between 500 and 3000 words
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Old 02-25-2019, 03:59 PM
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Feel free to use the old one!
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Old 02-25-2019, 07:40 PM
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Everything I write turns into porn
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Old 02-25-2019, 09:01 PM
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Old 02-26-2019, 06:09 AM
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So like do we just post the completed fanfics here or what.
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Old 02-26-2019, 10:17 AM
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I actually thought about it, but that thread has been dead for some time. I had also thought that a new one draws more interest.

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So like do we just post the completed fanfics here or what.
Yes, that's the idea.
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Old 02-27-2019, 06:03 AM
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Old 02-27-2019, 11:19 AM
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I only got the prompt second-hand from Loki, so you can blame him that this doesn't quite fit it! Anyway, I just wrote this for a laff over the past hour, so I'm not looking for feedback. It's just one long lead-up to a dumb punchline that I thought of and then back-filled. It was fun to write, though! I guess I can check "write fan-fic" off the 'ol bucket list.


Tommy and Jimmy had been friends all their lives. It just so happens that those lives had only been 7 years thus far, but to two Youngsters with no concept of their own mortality, it seemed like forever. Today was a day like any other, which meant that the two of them were up to mischief.

Both of them had recently taken to collecting local wildlife. No bug was too gross, no frog too slimy. Their most recent acquisitions were Tommy's pet rat and Jimmy's pet snake, and each doted on their favoured animal. They'd each named these pets after the other boy, not because either of them were possessed of any particularly rat- or snake-like qualities, but because it made them laugh, as children do.

Unfortunately, on this particular morning, Jimmy had seen fit to put Other Tommy down his sister's blouse, and she had chased the both of them clear out of town with a series of curses and a waving broom, and both boys knew well that she was a mean hand with a broom. They had fled along a path to the east that connected to the next town over, as well as a local mountain trail. The boys were smart enough to give the mountain a wide berth (they'd heard strange stories about odd creatures on that mountain, and boys are given to wild flights of imagination), so they wandered along the path towards that next town, climbing over stones and playing in the fields, hoping to find some new acquisition.

Jimmy was the first to see it. There was an odd shape in the distance, crouched down and largely obscured by the long grass. It almost looked like... a big fluffy ball? Before he could think better of it, he pointed and exclaimed aloud “Tommy, lookit that thing!”

Tommy had no trouble spotting it, as, startled by the noise, it immediately rose with a roar and turned towards the two boys. Neither of them had ever seen anything like it. It was some kind of giant primate with a pig's snout, and it was mad. It immediately charged at the both of them with murderous intent.

Before either of them could react, the beast was upon them. It led with a low kick to Tommy's kneecaps, and then furiously swiped its massive paws at his head and torso. Jimmy screamed for help, but there was no one else within earshot, and he watched in horror as his friend was brutalized.

Just as the situation looked hopeless, the oddest thing happened. Jimmy may have felt scared and helpless, but Other Jimmy was spurred to action. The little rat leaped from Tommy's pocket and quickly charged right at the massive animal's gigantic face. The giant looked startled and confused, and the rat, emboldened, struck at it again, this time hitting it in the face with a swing of his tail. It had never before dealt with a situation like this, and it did as any animal does when confronted with the unknown-- it ran.

Jimmy rushed to Tommy's side, leaning over his prone form. Tommy's breaths were short and ragged. The boy lived, but was not long for this world. Other Jimmy came to check on him as well, crouching protectively on his chest.

Tommy pressed something into Jimmy's hand. It was his most treasured possession.

“Please Jimmy, always keep these with you and remember me. I... I hope they'll bring you comfort, and ease your pain. Wear them with pride. And take...” He laughed at this, and it came out with a cough as his whole body shook. “Take Other Jimmy with you. I know you'll be good friends.”

And with that final request, Tommy's hand went slack.

As he clutched Tommy's cherished item in his fist, Jimmy made a vow, then and there. He would grow strong, and he would watch over these roads. He would train hard to become the sort of man who was strong enough to take on a beast like that, so that no other boy would suffer as he had.

~ One Year Later ~

Jimmy mustered up his courage and strode forth. Other Jimmy and Other Tommy were both with him, giving him the confidence for the challenge that he was about to face. Tommy was also with him in spirit, as he wore his most precious treasure. Today was to be the first day of the rest of his life. He took a deep breath, and through a stream of tears he said with a smile:

“I like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear!”
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Old 02-27-2019, 12:02 PM
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THIS FEELS LIKE IS ABSOLUTELY CHEATING BUT I'M POSTING IT ANYWAYS.


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THE LONGEST DECEMBER 22ND

Bayonetta exhaled slowly, watching the steam appear and dissipate against the backdrop of falling snowflakes barely illuminated by the porch light. Neat, she thought to herself. I bet this is how it feels to smoke.

She was snapped back to reality by the sound of the sliding glass doors opening behind her. She took a moment to brace herself for the worst before looking over her shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief to find that her intruder was just an old colleague. "Hey Bayo," Said Sonic as he closed the door behind him. "Room for one more?"

"Hey Blue," she smiled and raised her glass. "Don't sneak up on me like that. For a moment I thought Alex Kidd had found me."

"Oh man, that guy." Sonic rolled his eyes. "I mean, there's desperate, and then there's just sad. I didn't know getting that drunk off this cheap stuff was even possible," he said as he raised his wine glass. "Cheers, by the way."

"Cheers," Bayonetta responded, clinking her glass to his. "Yeah, I've been dodging him all night. I just know he's going to ask me for a cameo or something and I just don't want to deal with that shit." She took a sip of her drink. "Speaking of which, I saw you got cornered by Bubsy?"

"Oh god," Sonic grimaced. "You saw that. Of course you saw that. Worst five minutes of my year."

"Was he angling for a guest spot in that Mario Kart thing?"

"I'm sure that pitch is coming later tonight, but right now he's just trying to butter me up. Kept mentioning how us cartoon animals gotta stick together, and implying that we were in the same boat because of our 2017 games.

"He had a game last year?"

"Yeah, 'Woolies Strike Back'. Nobody else remembers it either."

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion inside. Apparently Doctor Robotnik had finally arrived.

"Whelp, time to be polite," Sonic sighed, before tossing back the remainder of his drink. "You coming Bayo?"

"Yeah, you look like you could use the moral support." She grinned

"Ouch, dissed," Sonic laughed as the two stepped back inside. "Just be on the lookout for-"

"BAYONETTA IS THAT YOU?!" Alex Kidd drunkenly yelled from the other side of the room.

"...that." Sonic grimaced.

"No shit," Baonetta responded, as she prepared a fake smile. "Alex! It's been ages!"
Yeah yeah I'll write a real one that's not just a repurposed twitter joke from two months ago as well whatever.
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Old 02-27-2019, 09:02 PM
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It was dark in the alley behind the restaurant and it stank of grease and charred meat. Peter Pepper took another long drag from his vape pen. Fuckin' burgers. It had been another exhausting night, feeding the grungiest of fast food to people who only looked a little cleaner than the griddle.

He thought back to his three years at the Escofflier school, his stage with a master patissier, his ill-fated turn as a sous for Wolfgang Puck in the late 90s, and his more stable gig with Batali after that. He had been on his way up. People were starting to notice him, especially the ladies. He thought back to the perfume of Janet's hair. Janet, who loved his pureed squash soup, who told him he was a genius. "You're going places," she said to him as she draped her arm over his naked body, a leaf of lettuce over his hot meat, equally satisfied by his wellington and his coital embrace. "With a name like yours, you have to make it."

He had believed her. Even when she left, he held on to those words like a Michelin star. They were his mantra, his belief that his break would come if he just stuck to it.

That was before Hennesy and Talisker, and eventually Jim Beam and Gilby’s destroyed his life and reputation. Before his unique habit of blending cocaine and gunpowder (keeps it fresh) earned him the nickname “Salt’n’Pepper” in the back of the house. Before that fateful night when the hallucinations finally caught up to him at work.

Marc was the only one who would talk to him about it after, the screaming, the frantic running. He had climbed up onto the stove and run over the food, insisting that he was being chased by a goddamn hot dog. “You threw seasoning in our faces when we tried to stop you, Peter,” Marc had said. “You called Leon a 'fuckin’ egg' and told him you were gonna crush him on top of a patty.” Peter didn’t want to believe it, but he knew it was true. He was still haunted by the memory of knocking over a whole box of lettuce, and the satisfying wet “crunch, crunch, crunch” as he stomped over it and bellowed, feeling it press into the meat underneath.

And now, fuckin' burgers. Fuckin' burgers in a shithole that barely passed inspection, and a place where every night at closing he got to stand in a puddle and smoke with the literal vermin who took the “cleaning shift” after him. How the mighty had fallen.

Peter glanced up at the cascading fire escapes on the other side of the alley, a lattice of opportunity. Half of the apartments had their windows open. Inside each one was an unsuspecting idiot, maybe 20 bucks in the bedside drawer, maybe some jewelry. If he was lucky, a smartphone that he could take to the unscrupulous screen repair guy a few blocks down. Easy pickings for someone who knew how to climb a ladder fast enough. Peter thought about it as he took another drag.

I could take that. After all, what have I got left to lose?

He could, he knew it. Especially now that he was clean, he could make it happen. Janet’s words echoed through his head again, “You’re going places.” He snorted a bit and used the momentum to do a French exhale. The menthol burned his nostrils, and dulled away the stench of the grease. Janet had been right, Peter realized, he just hadn't known what places he was going until now.

Fuck this burger time. Let’s do a burger crime.
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Old 03-06-2019, 12:38 PM
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Cloud wasn’t a soldier. He had thought he was, once. He had dedicated his mind and body to conflict and made a living by hiring himself out to anyone who needed a strong-arm. That was before he had met the flower girl from the poor part of the city. She- but that memory’s jagged angles still caught and tore at his heart. He sent it down beneath the water. Cloud wasn’t a soldier. He ran his hand along the engraved chassis of the Golden Chocobo. But perhaps he was a racer.

He couldn’t remember how many races it had taken to win the Golden Chocobo or the many convolutions he had overcome to rise through the ranks. But now she was his, the ultimate kart. She was designed to evoke the eponymous phorusrhacidae with sleek, aureate lines and engravings resembling grand plumage. Cloud climbed into the leather driver’s seat and thumbed the horn. “Wark wark!”

Today’s race was through the Hanging Edge. It was a scramble of floating monoliths and curving bridges in a place Lightning called Cocoon. Cloud didn’t know much more than that. He avoided talking to Lightning whenever he could. He had always imagined that his name represented a dark, ominous storm rolling over the battlefield, but compared to Lightning’s thunderbolt of conviction and purpose he was nothing more than a fluffy cumulus.

Cloud found it hard to talk to any of the heroes Cosmos had summoned to defeat the personification of Chaos through a series of go-kart races. The card shark with the scars on his face was too overbearing and phony, the child soldier who dressed like a rock star was forever pining for his lost love, and Cloud found himself tongue-tied whenever he tried to chat with the dreamy jock with the mismatched shorts who made Cloud’s heart skip a beat whenever he smiled.

Cloud drove through the portal Cosmos had linked to the Hanging Edge. He had raced this course dozens of times, and with the Golden Chocobo there was no question as to who would be taking first. As he pulled up to the starting line the roar of the other racer’s engines mingled with the stench of exhaust. The smell reminded him of the smoke and skylines of his home, Midgar, and Cloud wondered if he would ever return there. His thoughts were interrupted when a commotion caught his attention. A new racer was joining the lineup. Cloud clutched at the Chocobo’s steering wheel. The racer’s long flowing hair and taught chiseled pecs were unmistakable: Sephiroth.

“Impossible!” Cloud and his friends had defeated Sephiroth in the very core of the earth. Cloud himself had plunged his sword into Sephiroth’s supple flesh: over and over and over. “There’s no way…”

Sephiroth’s kart was a thing of nightmares, an impossible conglomeration of tentacles and tissue and bone. Strange antennae lashed the ground as Sephiroth passed, mumbling to himself. “Come, Mother. It is time for us to take our rightful place in the winner’s circle.”

Cloud felt as if he was falling. He gripped the steering wheel, drops of sweat trickling down his forehead. Sephiroth was the greatest threat the world had ever faced. It was only through great sacrifice had he been defeated. Cloud’s hands trembled though he gripped the wheel hard enough to turn them white. Aeris, she-. Glancing up, Cloud saw the race-official Moogle waving the green and yellow flags. He had missed the start! His timing was all off as he slammed the kart into gear and stomped down on the accelerator. The other racers surged past him as he pulled into last place.

But this was the Hanging Edge and Cloud knew every twist and turn. He drifted around corners with ease and blazed through secret shortcuts. Stranded in last place also meant that the Goddess’ power-ups were of a higher quality. A couple of Hastaga drops and Cloud was back in the thick of the pack. Ahead, he could see Sephiroth in the lead, his bizarre J-E-N-O-V-A K-A-R-T taking the curves with skill and speed. Cloud couldn’t let him win. More than the Earth was at stake. All of the multiverse hinged on this race.

Suddenly, flaming boulders fell from the sky and buried themselves into the track. Huge chunks of the Hanging Edge shattered from the impacts and went spinning into the void below. Cloud jerked the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding a rent in the track. “Meteor! How?” Not only had Sephiroth somehow returned, but he had the dreaded Black Materia as well? Cloud’s vision swam as he navigated the crumbling course.

“No!” Cloud turned to see the wizened sage with the goggles and wild hair pulling alongside him. He had to shield his eyes from the blaze of searing magic spilling off the old man’s kart. “No, not meteor… Meteo!
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Old 03-06-2019, 04:59 PM
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A Spark in the Dark

"And just wait here?" he asked.

The voice on the intercom responded. "Yes, he'll probably be along shortly. If I had to guess, he's probably going to head to you, first."

"First?" he asked.

"Wily out." responded the voice.

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Spark Man was born recently, but he knew his mission was special. He had a gift to give energy to things when they were out. To be designed for such charity was a great gift, according to his fathers. Mostly, he had worked previously on small appliances: a cordless toaster, a laptop and three mets. Both his fathers seemed delighted. None of these screamed or even winced in pain. This was not the case in previous tests.

"Glad this worked out or we would have just muted them." said Father Wily. Father Light laughed. Spark Man didn't think Father Wily intended it as a joke, but he laughed too, since that was what the situation seemed to call for. Father Wily didn't respond in any capacity. He didn't look up. Father Wily just sat in front of his computer, looking at lines of code.

Spark Man, meanwhile, felt his mission might be somewhat divine. For now, the was giving new life to small things but he knew he could be used to help machines in serious dire straights. He could rescue and re-energize robots in isolated areas, far away from recharge stations. It would be a great purpose.

However, Spark Man was told his quest would lie elsewhere. "For now, your mission will be to oversee the operation on a mining planet. You will be tapping into the planet's elemental energy for study and hopefully use on Earth."
"But... I wanted to give energy to those in need."

Father Light furrowed his brow a bit. He would often do this when he was concerned. Spark Man still hasn't figured out what Wily does when he's concerned.

"Spark Man, what I am about to tell you is classified information. This means you can't tell anyone. The energy you are harnessing will be to power a giant robot. That robot, in turn, is designed to protect and help people, like you want to."
Father Light locked eyes with Spark Man. "And when we finish, and you come home, we can find a new project for you. One where you get to help robots in need. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spark Man could tell he was talking to him as if his mental faculties needed to be reinstalled. But he could also tell that the intent was genuine. Father Light meant what he said. Why would he steer him wrong.

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4 months in to production, enough elemental energy had been gathered to be poured into a small crystal to act as a battery. Spark Man was proud of and grateful for his ability to generate, supply and donate energy himself and he had to admit that he was jealous of the ability of this gem to do much of the same at a much greater capacity. It wasn't a bitter feeling though. If anything, the power was something to aspire to. And the fact that he played such a key role was a truly profound feeling.

Unfortunately, there weren't many opportunities to share this feeling. The Elec'ns, Nuttons, Boltons, Gabyoalls, Peterchies, and Pickelmen lacked the intellect beyond their limited designs to appreciate the depth of what they were doing and, though polite, Hammer Joe simply didn't care. As a unit, one could see the perfect machine acted almost as a simple yet extremely capable mind, albeit, even in this capacity, with no sentience to speak of. Very few people to share with. Very alone.
Patience. That what was needed. The success felt a little flavourless but when it came to completion and when the success was acknowledged by the fathers, Spark Man might feel fulfilled.

And so he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He would wait for as long as it would take. And he could. The frustration remained but his programming allowed him to be endlessly patience. There was an anxious feeling, but he new it was in him to keep it from overwhelming him. He could control himself to be as patient as he needed.

********************************************

Finally, word came in. It was not the word he suspected.

"Override Code: Delta - Delta- Delta - Gamma - 5" Father Wily said over the picto-screen.

Spark Man then had an epiphany. Father Light was an enemy. His other son, Megaman, was also an enemy. The planet was in danger. Steps much be taken to ensure that all machines of the planet knew this and were ready to defend the planet, with their lives if necessary. It was like he had always known it yet somehow didn't. With the truth flowing in like floodgates, he knew the only person left who could be trusted could steer him right.

"What do we do, Dr. Wily?"

"I need you to wait. There's a safe room in the center of the complex. You know where it is now. I need you to take all the refined elemental energy you have and keep it with you in the safe room. Make sure that the room is accessible but guarded, as best you can."

"Right."

And so the mission began.

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It was quiet. Days passed. Then weeks. He knew Megaman would be along eventually. He was also told the 7 other refinery robot masters would be doing similar tasks. The room had an intercom that would allow him to speak with and only with the other robot masters.

Now that he knew that Megaman was coming, he was concerned. If he was coming to Spark Man before anyone else, he knew that made him the front line to protect the other robots.

Except he wasn't. The other robots he reprogrammed were. This, he didn't like.

- Beep Beep Beep Beep-

"Yes, Spark Man. Has Megaman arrived?"

"No sir. But I am concerned for the other robots in this facility."

"Why?"

"They need protection. They are clearly weaker than me and certainly weaker than Megaman. By now, if I were to die, I would be dying for a good cause. I might weaken him enough so that one of the other robots could defeat him."

"No. Is that all?"

There was no more protest to be had on this front. The word was given.

"Sir, about the elemental energy?"

"Do you have it with you?"

"Yes. But the planet is very large. I think we could hide it. At the very least, if Megaman and Light could get this factory up and running again, they would be severely delayed. Even with devices to detect it, we could make it very difficult to find."

"No, it is to be kept with you.
... Spark Man?"

"Yes?"

"From here on in you will not be able to communicate with me. Any evidence of our connections will be erased."

"Yes."

From here on in, he would have to do this without father. Does this mean Light and Megaman do not know Wily is working against him? Spark Man admired the bravery of his true father for being able to put himself in harm's way for the greater good. He hoped that he too could be capable of such bravery.

Most of the other robot masters were a bit curt with Spark Man, but they let him talk. They were more focused on the mission than with small talk, but it was apparent that their comrade in arms needed to speak. Alone in that room, all Spark Man had was the intercom. He knew Megaman wasn't here yet, but he stared at the gate that would let him in.

He thought about what he was there for. Though it would certainly be difficult for Megaman to break through the gauntlet set up for him, it still seemed pointless to put the energy somewhere easy to locate.

*click*

"Needle Man?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you considered destroying the energy crystal? To keep it out of Megaman's hands?"

"No."

"I mean, maybe you should."

"He's not going to get that far. Even if he does, I'm going to kill him."

"How do you figure?"

"Got a system. Check it out. Going to wait for him to make the first move. Going to jump up and down. Going to fire needles at him. Then I might get closer to him and finish the job."

"You... you seem certain."

"Listen Man, if you are feeling nervous, come up with a system. Trust me, Hard Man has one too. I felt a tinge of worry at first, but since I developed the system I can see myself winning. Heck, it's all I can see."

"Oh... OK. But it might be prudent to consider--"

"OK, I think he's made Earthfall."

"What? I thought he was going to be here fir--"

"Listen, I need to cut communication and get ready. I'll contact you with the good news real soon."

Spark Man waited. Needle Man never responded.

Spark Man decided to get ready. He started to work on his system. He felt confidant. Surprisingly confident. From here on in, he could only consider winning. But deep in the back of his mind, he felt an unease. It was an unease that made no sense. His system was perfect.

*click*

"Snake Man?"

"Yo?"

"You have a system, right? A fight pattern?"

"Yeah. I can't lose."

"OK, but so did Needle Man and I haven't heard from him since Megaman showed up at his plant."

"Well, if something did happen to Needle Man, it's probably because he lost confidance in his pattern and broke it. The patterns are perfect."

"...Are they? I mean, if Megaman can survive long--"

"He won't."

"But if he can and he sees the pattern, I think that puts us at a big disadvantage."

"I don't see how."

Suddenly Spark Man could feel the objection melting away.

"Neither can I."

"Feel better. Listen, Megaman's here now. I'll call you back with the good news."
Spark Man liked to read. Anything he could get his hands on. He even read children's books. One thing he remembered was how repetitive they were. A word of phrase would often be repeated like a song chorus, a pattern for the children to follow. He felt like he was trapped in one of those books. It didn't feel as whimsical though. Somehow, despite the certainty of his victory, he felt ill. Terribly ill.

Thoughts came to him over the next few days. He didn't know why but they hurt to think about. Yet he needed to. He felt like something in the core of his being was trying to make him push past searing pain to see something he wasn't supposed to. He felt like he could hear a voice scream at him but was drowned out by sizzling static noise. Something was wrong. It was all wrong. He looked at the doors. They weren't locked. Really, if Megaman could get through the obstacles laid out, Megaman would have no trouble at all getting in.

Spark Man decided to look for a way to lock the door. There wasn't one. The safe room wasn't built to keep anything out. There wasn't a latch or magnets or anything to keep anyone from entering. In fact, it was designed to open the moment someone touched it.

Alarm. Megaman had made Earthfall.

Spark Man readied the pattern in his mind. The pattern to victory. It's all he could see. But something else was happening. The thing he wasn't supposed to see was becoming visible. The voice became clearer.
He's made it past Hammer Joe.

Why did Father not let us hide the energy. Spark Man looked at the crystal he was protecting. He couldn't destroy it. Why couldn't he destroy it? It made the most sense to keep it out of Megaman's hands. Dear God, the Nuttons and Boltons are all dead. THEY ARE DEAD.

Why would this need to happen? The voice. "YOU WERE SENT HERE TO DIE!" It became so clear. Father knew he had to die. He wanted him to die. He wanted Megaman to collect the Energy. But he couldn't begin to understand why. He knew he shouldn't think it but he also had to keep pushing. Keep pushing with the thoughts. Keep thinking them. Maybe he could help them survive.

Something pushed back.

Megaman was at the door. Spark Man trusted the pattern. He was ready. But somewhere deep in his mind, there was a scream. But that would end soon.

TL;DR Being a robot master is a shit gig and I'm too lazy to sit down and edit a story that's 2 pounds of content in a 10 pound bag of text.
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Old 03-10-2019, 08:58 PM
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Here's a little thing I started a few years back and this thread inspired me to finish it up. It ended up right at about 3,000 words. Here's...

Walking With Simon

I. The Wolf Man

You are a child wandering the woods east of Veros.

Many times they have warned you that the woods are full of monsters. But you are close to home, and in the daylight, this path is haunted only by merchants and travelers.

Then the trees near you rustle. The trunks bend apart. Clutching the bark are inch-long nails, hooked like the crescent moon. The claws belong to a man with the head of a wolf, covered completely in bright blue fur. Its eyes are dark within its snarling skull.

You barely have time to consider running before the wolf-man pounces from the forest to the trail. You smell the acid-sweet of his breath, inches from your face. You will never see your family again.

But you hear a sound from behind you – a crisp, quickening crack – and something snaps across the creature’s chest, and it vanishes, dissolving into a curling mist of red flames. The teeth, claws, and fur are gone, and all that remains is a tiny, pulsing orb that hovers over the forest floor.

You turn to see a tall man, pale as death, clad in a leather hauberk and tunic, black hair tousled to his shoulders. A thorny whip coils about him like a python. He regards you with stern eyes; he is frightening, but you feel strange comfort in his presence.

He kneels to the ground and draws forth from a sabretache a glass bottle full of the same pulsing orbs that the wolf man left behind. He gathers the orb in a gloved hand and waves it into the bottle, then places a stopper on it, and stands.

“These woods are dangerous. You are from Veros.” It is not a question. You nod in reply.
“I am Simon. I am on my way to town. But I must complete my errand ere the sun sets. Follow my instructions, and you will be safe.”

He hooks his whip to his belt and strides past you into the forest. You were searching for something in the woods, but you do not wish to encounter more monsters alone. You follow him.

II. The Bones

Simon leads you down a half-hidden path. Ravens cackle overhead. Nearby, a brook babbles, drowning out the sounds of the forest. You realize suddenly that you are thirsty, and move toward the water.

As you approach the bank, the Belmont’s hand crosses your heart.

“Don’t,” he says, pointing toward the trees across the brook. “The waters here are cursed. You will become like them.”

Now you notice the thing lurching slowly out of the woods beyond the waters. It seems a man, but stripped of skin and muscle, its deathly frame animated by some unseen force. Its bones that should rattle in the dark instead move in total silence. You feel your heart jump to your throat.

“It is a demon,” he says, “but one of a weak body. Still, they will slay you, if you are not wary.”

He unhooks the whip from his belt, and with a single swift crack, the demon dissolves into red mist, just as the wolf man had.

He waves you on, and you take one last look at the water – as you pass, you see it has a pinkish hue, almost like diluted blood.
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Old 03-10-2019, 09:00 PM
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III. The Bridge

Soon, the wooded path opens, ending at a vast lake. The distant Carpathian mountains spread wide in a grand vista against the purple sky. Once, a bridge, built by kings and princes, spanned this lake. Now it is no more than a broken ribcage rising over the calm waters. Simon peers into your eyes, perhaps gauging your fear. You are conscious of your sweating palms and shuddering shoulders.
“I am sorry,” he says. “But we must cross the river. I have done so many times. I know the safest way. Stay near me.”

He leads you to the riverbank and to the edge of the largest fragment of bridge. From there, he makes a surprisingly swift leap down to a chunk of stone poking out of the water. He turns to you and holds his arms out.

You are terrified, but he nods, and this seems to give you the strength to make the jump. For an awful moment you feel that you will wheel backward into the waiting river, and be swept away, but Simon’s arms grasp you before that happens.

The journey over the river continues in this fashion: Simon leaping from stone to stone, each time pausing and turning to catch your small body. A few times, the leap seems impossible, and you stand fearful upon a ruined pillar, the chill winds lapping at your soul through your skin. But you manage to make it each time.

Soon, the opposite bank is within sight. You feel relief as you see the segments of bridge starting to come closer together.

But you hear noises from behind. You turn to see not one, but many, creatures rising from the river, clambering over each other with gangly limbs to stand dripping on the chunks of rock. They have heads like trout. Their gills pulsate and their jaws work and their eyes seem to stare in all directions. They stink like a fishmonger’s shed.

Simon’s arm grasps you around the abdomen, knocking a gasp out of your lungs. He runs and leaps, farther than you could have imagined, skipping two pedestals. Your head faces down, toward the water, and it is boiling with the gilled men.

Simon lands on a wide piece of bridge. A fish-man lands near his flank. You see its gills pulsate faster, its lips pucker, and it spits something at him that sizzles past your feet. It leaves a black and smoldering pock-mark on the cobblestones. The stones have many similar pock-marks.

More fish-men appear from all sides. Their webbed hands grasp at Simon, and they spit more of the burning tar, but Simon seems to dance around them.

He takes one more flying leap, and the soupy water becomes gray-green Earth. The river is behind you. The fish-men hang back, staring with their blank eyes, until the trees close over the path and Simon drops you gently onto the road.
His voice is punctured with wheezing breaths. “Each time they are more determined. For they know if I fulfill my quest, they will be forced back to hell where they belong.”

IV. The House

Great oaks hug a path of patchwork cobblestones, but it has been a long while since any horse or cart traveled this road. More silent, skeletal men peek with their fixed grins from just beyond the trunks, but they dash out of sight as quickly as they appear. Perhaps they are frightened.

The road crests a hill. Nearby, a stone stair leads down toward another wooded path, but the road also continues straight ahead along a ridge.

“Your home is at the bottom of this hill,” Simon tells you. “It is a short walk through the woods. If you wish, you may leave my side now. Or, if you would rather stay with me, I must visit a ruin on this ridge. It will be dangerous.”

You consider this. You glance down the stairs and see how the woods swallow the road. You think of the bone-men hiding among the roots and brambles. You remember their grasping fingers, and the silent way they lope across the path.
You decide to stay with Simon.

He nods, and turns to the ridge road. You ponder what ruin he might be visiting. You have heard of times long past when the rich families of Wallachia built homes upon the ridge over Veros, so they could overlook their land in solitude. But even the nobility would now prefer to live shoulder-to-shoulder with the poor; it was preferable to nightly visits from Satan.

With no one to maintain this road, it succumbs to the wilderness. Turbulent waters bubble over the path. Soon you notice a low, piled stone wall along both sides of the path; beyond them, wildflowers climb over the bone-white shapes of what once were fountains and statues.

The wall grows taller, then crosses in front of the path, ending in a giant, iron gate, bruised with rust. A monolithic home rises darkly beyond. Its windows return your gaze with only the silence of the grave. Simon dislodges pulls free a cobblestone from the path; he swings it over his head and smashes the padlock, the stone ringing against the bars and echoing throughout the little courtyard like a gong. He shoulders the gate; it screams in protest against its ancient hinges.

“The house of the Berkeleys,” he says. “Nobles who served the lord of vampires. He promised them wealth; they received ruin.”

The home is built of cyclopean blocks the color of mud. Black pools have gathered on the grounds and seem to ooze out of the foundation. The front door is gone. Beyond is only shadow.

V. The Crystal

He crosses the threshold. Inside, some sunlight manages to force its way through ancient glass; it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. The floor is a tar-black pond of unknown liquid. A grand stairway, mostly ruined, rises out of the inky liquid, leading to a gallery on a second floor. You smell mold and rot.

Simon regards the black pool for a moment. There seems to be no other way to reach the stairs. You begin to consider if there is another way into the cursed building. But the man produces a mysterious object from his sabretache: a jewel, white like a pearl, but half-clear, and with a black circle in its center like an eyeball. He presses the jewel to his heart and kneels, his other hand making the sign of the cross. You feel as if you are intruding on a ritual, and bow your head.

You hear a low hum, and open your eyes to see a miraculous vision: on the surface of the black pool, a bridge of light has appeared. The pool stains its edges, but seems unable to flood it. It stretches away from the threshold like a pier.

Simon tests the bridge with his boot. Satisfied, he steps onto it, first one foot, then the next, and soon he is halfway across the moat. You follow him. The glowing surface feels slick, like thick ice, but somehow you don’t lose your footing on it.
As you approach the stairs, you see that climbing them would be impossible. They are too rotted. But before you reach them, Simon stops, and clutches the jewel close to his body again. The bridge pulses with light in response, and your stomach lurches as it lifts away from the black pond. There is no railing to keep you from plummeting off the edge of the platform, so you find yourself gripping Simon’s forearm to steady yourself.

In moments, the platform reaches the second floor, and hovers over to a place where the gallery’s banisters are broken and askew. Simon steps between them onto the gallery, inspecting the floorboards for weaknesses. Sunbeams reach in through holes rotted in the roof, setting the fungi growing along the hallway surfaces ablaze with greens and purples and reds. What seemed lifeless from outside now feels vigorous. When you step off the glowing platform, under your feet you sense a steady rhythm, as if there is a great, beating heart somewhere beneath.

The thought does not comfort you.

Simon heads into a dark doorway. He lights a candle. “The sage will calm the spirits that wander here. But not for long. Stay close to my side.”

You leave the dancing sunbeams behind, and in the dim hallway the candle reveals only glimpses of torn paintings, piles of broken statuary, and gleaming falces held by suits of armor that should have rusted long ago. In your wonderment at these objects, you nearly slip on a slick substance that coats the floor, but Simon catches you.
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Old 03-10-2019, 09:05 PM
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VI. The Stake

Simon descends down a stair into a room that it seems has never met sunlight. From his belt he removes an oil lantern, and lighting it reveals a place you wish you could forget. Perhaps once it was a small chapel, but no pious man would find God here now. A low set of stone steps leads to an altar shaped like a fluted pedestal, a skull-sized orb at its top reflecting the lantern light. All around, human bodies hang motionless from chains, suspended from beams lost in the darkness above. They are dressed in rags, and they have the calm countenance of mummies.

Who are they? The last, doomed members of the Berkeley family? Villagers, kidnapped and forgotten? Adherents to a death cult who took their own lives? And where are the flies, the grubs, the mold, that should devour these corpses? How does this room, dry and dusty, resist the creeping rot that overtakes the rest of the mansion?

Simon offers no answer to these questions. The corpses sway and the chains clink as he pushes past them toward the altar. You watch from the doorstep.

Simon produces a wooden stake, chiseled to a needle tip, the sort that sages claim are needed to slay vampires as they slumber. You fear momentarily that the hanging corpses will awake, thirsty for blood, but Simon aims the sharp end of the stake not at a corpse, but at the glassy orb on the altar, holding it with his right hand as he raises a short mallet with his left.

In the moment before he strikes, you see that the rhythmic beating in the house’s walls also pulses under the tip of the stake; the orb itself shudders as if alive.
When the mallet meets the stake, a glare brighter even than the sun at midday fills the room. There is a thunderclap and the orb bursts like ripe fruit. The liquid that must have filled it splatters across Simon’s cuirass and oozes down the flutes of the pedestal. Something else is left behind - something wet and solid that Simon plucks from the altar and stashes in a leather bag before you see what it is.
“We are done here,” he says. “Now we may leave.”

VII. Night

Many questions die on your lips as Simon leads you back through the ruined mansion. Something about Simon’s momentum, the purpose in his movements, keeps you silent until you both climb back onto the glowing platform and ride it across the inky pool to the mansion’s threshold.

“Has the curse on this place been lifted?” you finally manage to ask.

Simon turns to you, gazing into your eyes, with the same mysterious expression he gave you at the bridge. “It is not the place that is cursed.”

You are not sure what he means by this, but you do not press further. You follow Simon back into the courtyard, over the broken cobblestone path, and down the stairs toward your home. The sun is now setting. He quickens his pace. The beasts that haunt the forest at night begin to howl and gibber.

It feels as though the road to Veros is a hundred miles long. You are sure that you will not outpace the sun, but just as twilight shrouds the woods, you reach the town’s borders.

The comfort that should fill your soul as you see your home again is absent. Something about the close-rowed gables, the church spire, the culverts, and the alleys, feels wrong. You don’t mention this to Simon as he heads toward your home on the west side of the village. You see the fear in the eyes of the villagers; they retreat behind doors and shutters as Simon passes.

Fools, you think. Don’t they know the face of their savior?

Finally, your home stands before you. But, again, there is something not quite right about it. The old stones feel tired. Simon knocks thrice upon the oaken door.
There is a long silence, then an old woman appears, and beckons him inside. She seems familiar to you. A maid? But your mother could never afford to hire help. You stay at the threshold, watching as the two of them walk to a small table. Too small - where was the long table, marked and scarred, that accommodates your brothers and sisters?

“The sun is setting,” the woman says.

Simon does not sit; but he leans his body against a jamb, obviously tired. “I will not stay long.”

“You know you are always welcome in this house.”

“The villagers fear me. And not without reason.”

“Half-right,” she says. “Their fear is misguided. Our own home worsens by the day. There are crooked men who will rob you in your sleep. More seem to appear at each sunset. And the things that roam the streets at night…”

“I have faced much worse. I will take shelter at the Church. The elder will see that I sleep safely.”

As you listen to this conversation, a dread comes over you. Neither person is acknowledging your presence at the threshold. Something feels too familiar about their words.

“I understand,” she says. “And if you should happen to find--”

He turns away from her, locking eyes with you. “Of course. I ask about her in every town.”

The chill of the grave slides over you, head to toe. But this cannot be. You back away out the open door and into the darkening street. It is empty now, all the doors and windows closed and locked.

You have to find out the truth. And you know where it is. A place just outside the village, where you remember warm earth and swaying reeds. Perhaps there is just enough light left in the day to find it again.

You head for the woods east of Veros.
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Urge to now write my own Castlevania fan-fic about Alucard watching and waiting for Drac's castle to reappear while sitting in a car every night and eating SotN's many weird snack foods, called "The Stake Out": high. He could be accompanied by a cast of rotating guest Belmonts!
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Sorry for missing my own deadline, but last week was emotionally challenging. That's also my reason for why my piece seems rushed and like it needed more space. But writing it was fun, so whatever.

Heads-up: It contains spoilers for Ocarina of Time.

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“I miss you, Navi.” The words vanished into the night sky, unheard by anyone.

Link just stared into the stars, lying near his campfire, trying to think of new places to look for his lost friend. The one, who had always stayed on his side, no matter how hard the battles were, and how fierce the enemy. An ever present light, inspiring hope even inside the darkest of caves. Navi was there with him, inside the damp coldness of the Water Temple and the burning heat when he faced off against Volvagia. And he would never forget how she gave him the strength to face the pure terror of the Shadow Temple, where the smell of death and the permanent feeling of dread made it hard not to flee in pure terror.

Navi always gave Link strength through her unbreakable trust in his abilities and by sharing invaluable wisdom. The hero knew that he was supposed to be this champion of the gods, braving every danger with unbounded courage. And people saw that in him too, not knowing that the only reason for this courage was a small companion by his side.

Link only realized how Navi was missing, after he left Zelda and the city of Hyrule. Outside the city walls, were the noise of the people had died down, was the first time he realized that he heard neither her bells, nor the small, constant purring of the fairy. And despite all the intense, dangerous adventures he had, was this the first time he felt alone and lost.

It was a similar feeling to the time when he left the Kokiri Forest for the first time. Leaving Saria was painful, and he wasn't even capable of saying anything. But he had a friend on his side, and she did her best to calm his pain. And there he knew that he would never be alone, and that there would be someone who would face all the dangers with him.

So Link started looking for Navi. Knowing that he would grow up one day, it was impossible to go back being a Kokiri again. But he needed to at least look around, in case she went back to her home. But as soon as the boy entered the Lost Woods, he felt that he wasn't welcome anymore. Without the protection of Navi and the Deku Tree, there was nothing to shield him from the protective magic. Navi wouldn't be here. She would have protected him. His childhood home had rejected him.

But as the boy left, he heard a heartwarming song. He grabbed his Ocarina, the present Saria had made him so long ago, and played her song. The connection was weak, and it was not possible to hear her voice like it was before, but he knew now. Saria would always be by his side.

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Kakariko Village felt more welcoming, and Link experienced a lot of familiarity, as he climbed the stairs. His way often lead him through this place, so he and the people knew each other. But no one could offer him any help in his new quest. The people had never even seen a fairy, aside from Navi herself. Even Impa, taking a break from her imperial duties, was of no help. But Link could sense the feeling of camaraderie. The fight against Bongo Bongo hadn't happened yet, but both felt the connection through time. And together, they played music for hours.

Link declined any further offer for hospitality. While it was nice to be welcome here, this place felt small and restricting. There was no real connection to the work and life the people here lived. Instead, Link was drawn to the graveyard, away from the noise and activity. The quite was calming, and the graves spoke of people long gone. Soldiers who never had a home, only their companions in battle.

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Visiting the Gorons was a similar experience. The hero was more than welcome here, and Darunia smiled heartily, as he saw his brother enter his room.

A strange feeling overcame Link, as he greeted the Goron chieftain. While it hadn't happened now, the fact that both would face off against Volvagia gave them a connection similar to the one with Saria and Impa. The two spent hours, while Link talked about his adventures. And Darunia laughed a hearty warriors laugh. Never came there any doubt into his mind, that his brother would lie to him. It was obvious that, while only weeks had passed since King Dodongo was killed, the boy had grown years older. And so they sung, played and danced through the night, creating the song of a new Goron hero, whose tale would be remembered for the ages.

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The time in Zoras Domain was mainly spent with Ruto. Hearing Zeldas Lullaby resound through her home, the Zora princess raced to the entrance, throwing herself at the boy who had saved her live. Everyone else treated him with the highest respect, including King Zora, who invited Link to a service for Lord Jabu-Jabu. It was a calming experience, a strong contrast to the rest of his time, which he spent with Ruto at Lake Hylia. He enjoyed learning swimming from her, and generally having someone his age to spend the time with. And while he never forgot Navi, the loneliness started to vanish.

There wasn't the same connection there, as with his other companions. Ruto was still a child, and hadn't got the hard experiences that Darunia and Impa had gotten with their years. And she lacked the long years that had helped Saria become the calm, wise person she was. But they had a deep connection as friends.

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After several days, Link decided to visit one last place. But trying to get inside the Gerudo Fortress was futile. Guards stood at the gate at all times, catching every attempt of breaking in. And, being still in a kids body, Link couldn't win in a fight against the trained women. His questions with regards to a small fairy were all answered, but only insofar that no one knew anything.

Teleporting to the Dessert Colossus didn't help either. He hoped to finally hear Navis bells again, but there was no sign of her. Even the Great Fairy that lived here couldn't help him. She was surprised that she didn't even feel Navis presence at all. And Link finally realized it. His little friend might not be here anymore. Anywhere.

Before leaving, the boy searched through the whole Colossus, looking for Naboru. But it was empty. Iron Knuckles still attacked him in the throne rooms, though they were all empty. Sad that he couldn't say goodbye in another way, he went outside and made a circle out of stones, at the point where the witches had captured the Gerudo in the sand. And he stayed there and remembered his comrade, the only one who was already inaccessible to him.

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“I miss you, Navi”, Link said again. The fire seemed to burn down soon. Throwing a few more pieces of wood inside, he remembered all the comrades he had made during his adventure. He would never forget Navi, and it felt impossible to start a regular life like other people. But he was not alone. His bonds with Saria, Darunia, Ruto, Impa and even Naboru, would never be broken and overcame even the boundaries of time. He had help. He had friends.

And maybe Navi was gone. For good. But as long as Link had no proof, he would never stop looking for her.
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Thanks everyone for participating. I'll read your stories during the next few days, and give everyone at least a little bit of feedback. I'd encourage everyone who has the time to also read the stories (they are all pretty short, so the time investment isn't that long) and maybe tell the writer that you enjoyed it.

I also will post the next writing prompt in the next few days.
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Man, what a bummer; I just saw this. Maybe I can get in on the next one.


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I finally had time to sit down and read through your stories. I realized that I was incapable of saying anything negative (even if constructive), so I decided to just tell you what I liked about each one. Thanks for participating, I had fun reading through your works.

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I know, this was only a joke, but it is a fun read. I had a few moments were I actually laughed (for example the sister and her mean hand with a broom). The beginning also feels nice atmospherically - it actually felt a bit like childhood.

Not trying to oversell it, I honestly had a fun time reading. And I didn't know that this quote was a Thing, so thanks for letting me know.

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Not sure what I just read, except that it was delightful. Could listen to Sonic and Bayonetta trashtalking about obscure video game characters all day.

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I had a good laugh when I found out what Peter Pepper is, and that it's form is the main thing the German website I found it on used for advertising.

Considering how short the piece was (not a criticism, btw), it was pretty effective in creating a picture in my mind and establishing the mood of the scene.

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I expected something sad after the first paragraph, so I was caught a bit off guard when the goofy stuff starts, and the idea of a golden chocobo that is actually a cart is breaking my brain a bit, for some reason. But the combination of the whole kart racing scenario and Clouds earnestness is really funny. I would love Final Fantasy Kart that had a story mode, where everyone was taking the whole thing super serious.

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Interesting angle. I actually felt pretty bad for Spark Man. Never considered how the reprogramming is basically brainwashing. I love distopias, so this is my thing, and combined with the horror angle of this terminator-like guy coming nearer and nearer, while all you friends die was pretty effective for me.

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Atmospheric, good read, with an enjoyable ending. Using the present tense really helps creating a sense of dread. I couldn't help being reminded of the Castlevania anime (?) on Netflix, which is deeply inferior to your short story.
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Well, time for something new.

Second writing prompt:
Choose a story from a medium of your choice and write from the point of few of one or multiple side characters. Describe how they see the main characters, and how they experience their interaction with them.

Maybe about the weapon trader in the first Dragon Quest game, and how he is grumpy because the Hero already replaced his best piece of equipment. Or how a town responds to being saved from some monster. An actual example would be the episode "Lower Decks" from Star Trek, Next Generation.
Length: Between 500 and 3000 words.
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If you feel inspired by the first prompt, feel free to just write a story with it now.
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I had a good laugh when I found out what Peter Pepper is, and that it's form is the main thing the German website I found it on used for advertising.
I'm a bit confused by this statement. I was writing about the protagonist in Burgertime. Is that what you found?
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I'm a bit confused by this statement. I was writing about the protagonist in Burgertime. Is that what you found?
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I ever heard of that game, and what I found with google was this. I had just assumed you had interpreted the prompt very freely.
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Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I ever heard of that game, and what I found with google was this. I had just assumed you had interpreted the prompt very freely.
Well, that explains your reaction then. Ha!
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