Challenge #03091-H183: Pause Button Broken
bkf48a day ago:
I’d love for wraithvine to meet this guy! :-)
internutter73a day ago:
They’d for sure bump into each other via other shenanigans.
WV: Whoa! That’s one heck of a Destiny you’ve got there. What do you have up your sleeve.
A: Well I have this weird bell, these passive qualities, and I can [ABILITY] once a day.
WV: Cool. I can teach you how to be clever with that.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03050-h127-fate-destiny-a-basket – DaniAndShali
[AN: Whoops I stole that thunder a bit early. So this has to be adjusted more than a smidge.]
Wraithvine set up a dummy in the middle of a rocky area most folks in Paxdale used as a source of ammunition[1]. Little could be harmed there. With a sending spell and safe distance from the Chosen One, Wraithvine the Eternal told Amatu, “All right, lad. That dummy is a bad evil nasty person. What’s your favourite weapon?”
Typical of a farmer’s boy, Amatu readied his sling and picked up a rock. Most people would laugh. Wraithvine watched with a critical eye. There was a distant cry of, “Stay away from my Mama,” as the rock flew. Then the dummy… was a cloud of splinters.
Pondermoore summed it up with magnificent eloquence. “Whoops.” She looked up, and caught the pumpkin head before it could cause an even bigger mess. “Pondermoore glad we good guys.”
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Challenge #02547-F357: Now There Be Dragons
Waking up in the forest with a splitting headache, they realized something hit the car at tremendous speed. They awakened to finding in their lap a large, greenish-blue, egg. They had no idea where it came from but they carefully held it while scrambling out of the car and fleeing into the forest. They’d smashed the cell phone they’d been forced to carry, stolen the car, and fled from their very abusive foster-parents knowing that the foster-mother had probably called the cops by now. Hiding in a cave, a place that was very hard to get to so no one else knew it was here, they sat to catch their breath. Tears flowing down stained cheeks from eyes blackened from the most recent beating dripped onto the warm egg and, suddenly, there was a strange popping noise. The shell shattered and into their lap a young dragon rolled out. The pain lasted only a moment as an almost tribal pattern formed on the upper arm and the dragon looked up at their chosen friend and gently nuzzled the tear-stained cheek. In their mind they heard the dragon’s soft voice whisper “It’s alright, you’re not alone anymore, it’s been a long, long time, but we’re coming back.” – DaniAndShalli
This is yours and it ain’t got no credit. You answer in three rings no matter when I ring or I’ll kill whoever you’re with when I find you. Those had been Uncle’s words. Lee didn’t doubt it. She kept it in a special pocket next to her skin so she could feel it even when it was too noisy to hear anything. Uncle would kill anything Lee got close to. A dog, a cat, a little bird that came for table scraps. If he caught her talking to it, it was dead.
She hadn’t been allowed to speak to anyone for anything else than business or school and school was a dangerous grey area. Only Uncle was allowed to know her phone number. It was an old-model push-button thing with barely an LED screen and she caught hell from the Popular Girls for owning it. She had had plans to make Uncle actually kill Maisy Hanbury by not answering when they were hanging out together, but Uncle had only threatened them with death if he caught them trying to “lesbo her up” again.
Nothing ever worked in Lee’s favour, so she had run. Not to a boy, not to any girls. She just packed what she knew wouldn’t be missed and waited until Uncle got good and drunk before she stole his third-best car. The one he usually used as a marker for his games. She could drive it until the gas ran out and then just leave it wherever and run. Lee had no plan, no money, and no clue what to do next. She had the clothes on her back, the stuff she’d crammed into a garbage bag, and the phone strapped to her arm. Oh shit! The PHONE!
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Challenge #02412-F222: One Little Slip
(Kid is getting in trouble for deviating from the timeline after an accident involving wild magic led to them seeing the results of following what the (some evil and some doing what they feel they have no choice but to) grown-ups in their life want them to do, when the god in their bedroom doing the yelling is panicked because they’re supposed to be responsible for the timeline going the way it should, since it did result in eventual victory over things much worse than even who [Kid] became and so much ends up built on that, and the gods with oversight over her are going to be PISSED)
Honestly, if [Kid] were still six, they might just have cried due to [God of Time] getting up them like this. She was meant to be a nice god. – RecklessPrudence
“It wasn’t my fault,” said Pani, getting their facts established at the get-go. “You’re the one who gave me the wild magic, so technically, it’s your fault.”
The Goddess of Time, Fate, and Chance -aka Aunty Temp- folded two of her arms and glared down at Pani. “That didn’t fly when you were eight, Pani. You are destined for greatness, or should I say, you were destined for greatness.”
“It was still wild magic, Aunty…” Pani pleaded. “I was just trying to get Haaken to stop punching me… and it went wrong.” Tears were streaming down their face. Pani and Aunty Temp were the only people who knew who Haaken was, any more.
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Challenge #01879-E055: You Have Been Randomly Selected — Steemit
They had tried, once, and only once, to send the Great Hero to defeat the evil forces of darkness. What they discovered was the Unwritten Rule: Whatever you set out to face down will be the greatest challenge you have ever encountered. To send a Great Hero after the big bad was to invite horrors against which none were truly prepared. Not even the Great Hero.
It’s a fable, now. A fairytale. But the Adventurers know the truth of it. Newbies just starting out don’t face foes more powerful than Goblins and the occasional Orc. When they get up there, they start facing down Eldritch Horrors and otherworldly entities set on eating existence as it is known.
Rulers and nobles certainly know this, and publish a great reward (that will be inevitably claimed by a band of kids in gimcrack armour and some newly-acquired cool things) for ridding the realm of some slightly-nasty foe as a form of test before going against the true threat.