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Aljhaqu t1_je027ra wrote
Reply to comment by Spaghetti14 in [WP] You, a supervillain, are very confused as to why your superhero-nemesis is rampaging through your lair screaming something about you kidnapping their girlfriend. Meanwhile your daughter, who has come to visit you, seems very nervous and is anxious to leave your lair. by Kitty_Fuchs
All the upvotes possible...
Aljhaqu t1_jc8390d wrote
Personally, I would love to revisit the concept of modular electronics, like the Phone Blocks idea presented a decade ago...
Aljhaqu t1_jbp20ub wrote
Reply to NASA tracks a newly discovered asteroid that has a 'small chance' of hitting Earth in 2046 by ethereal3xp
A bit late, I hoped it could help us with our situation...
Out of jokes, while a high probability, I Find it quite unlikely that it could become a menace for the planet... As it has already being demonstrated the human technological capability for the change in the trajectory of celestial bodies such as asteroids and meteorites by the use of lasers and other means.
Aljhaqu t1_j7pkw9g wrote
Reply to [WP]The young teen hero has called you, one of the oldest villains crying, apparently from what you could hear, their parents killed their dog from not doing a chore and kicked them out since they are gay, and then they ask if they could live with you by zWol42
Life is ironic.
Look, I get it. The universe is big one ironic punishments, and so on, but this is ridiculous. The Hero living with the villain as his ward? This is an absolute disaster waiting to happen... But this is what I am living...
Worst part, is that I did it under my own will...
He came one night. Dry tears in his face, bruised and dirty... He was beaten by something or someone.
A loud knock in the door of my citadel, the guard lets him in... I must fire that guard for that security breach...
And so I have in front of me the soiled and crying hero, the destined one that will put an end to my “villainy”.
Between sobs he explains me everything. He, as the hero, ends tired from fighting my armies and independent creatures that roam the surroundings of his village; and so ends tired. But some people do not understand that...
He mentions his parents. And my stomach drops... I wish to believe that they aren’t related to this situation...
But again, the universe loves to defy our hopes and expectations.
They wanted him to harvest the wheat fields, at those hours in the night.
What?
Who in their right mind do that?
And he continues saying that he would do that first hour in the morning. And it is a sensible idea, I admit.
Seems that being sensible is now reserved to the villains.
Those oafs kill the poor partner of the young man in front of me. A dog...
I feel one nerve about to snap, and then the young man serves me another horrid truth bomb.
He breaks in tears in front of them, because of the love he felt for that canine. He adopted it when it was a pup. And the parents take it as weakness.
After doing, morosely, the chore; he comes back... to find his father with a belt.
I can hear the confusion in the poor man’s voice... He didn’t do anything wrong to deserve punishment. But again, the universe loves defying our expectations.
The young man kept one little secret. He was in love... But there was no fair maiden that had smitten him. No, it was another boy. I believe that he gave the name of his right hand.
Personally, I couldn’t care any less... I want to put order, not install the most ridiculous restrictions in the lives of every person in the world. But this?
To beat you progeny, only because you don’t understand who they love? Or why they love?
... I will have to pencil a public torture of those dimwits...
But on pressing matters, what should I do with the young man?
Kill him? Imprison him?
I choose none... And for one, I feel like an absolute idiot. But again, this is ironic...
I am the one protecting the hero from their moronic parents...
Aljhaqu t1_j5tld83 wrote
Reply to [WP] "Neither extreme is right. Pure Light Wizards are as dangerous as Pure Dark ones. You must beware them both" by RallitaMiau321
People always talk about balance. Long time ago, I too beard it. One must balance both sides of their being in order to have a fulfilling life, as lacking compassion will turn you into a monster; and acting only on it will make you self terminate.
The same is in each plane. After she left me from her daily annoyance in my registry; I pondered again the notions.
Too much darkness, or vileness, was dangerous... In a plane which only wretchedness was the way to live, the heavens themselves went and laid waste the whole existence, to start anew. There was no movement, no way to balance that reality.
But, too much goodness or light as many tend to speak, is equally bad... Not only because there was no flux of energy, but of what entails...
You see, Heaven isn't a place... It is not a plane...
It is a creature... And each plane is it's food...
It is also true that each soul consumed is turned into an angel... But it is the same consolation as the meat of a creature is turned into the cells of its predator.
Nihilo... Save us...
Aljhaqu t1_j5lrsss wrote
Reply to comment by DragonBoss206 in [WP]"It was wrong of me to defeat and banish you from our world, my evil nemesis. Please come back so we can resume our glorious battles of yore," the striking woman says. Rolling your eyes from behind the counter, you sigh: "Corporate doesn't pay me enough for this." by Bencil_McPrush
No... most people in the reddit wishes for happy ends as well as certain political stances... This story, which I left stewing (without the dimensional exile part), isn't one of those... and a serious verbal slashing against those...
Aljhaqu t1_j5kjkas wrote
Reply to comment by Snowdog1967 in [WP]"It was wrong of me to defeat and banish you from our world, my evil nemesis. Please come back so we can resume our glorious battles of yore," the striking woman says. Rolling your eyes from behind the counter, you sigh: "Corporate doesn't pay me enough for this." by Bencil_McPrush
Let's say that... you won't like it...
Aljhaqu t1_j5ju00q wrote
Reply to [WP]"It was wrong of me to defeat and banish you from our world, my evil nemesis. Please come back so we can resume our glorious battles of yore," the striking woman says. Rolling your eyes from behind the counter, you sigh: "Corporate doesn't pay me enough for this." by Bencil_McPrush
...I need you; as you are my other half, the reason why I get up from bed...
The same hollow dialogue, the same empty girl. Another day I have to deal with this... I click the register, to count the money. The day is nearly ending, and we have to count the bills before transferring the money to the safe and then to the bank. It easy and simple... doesn’t requires extensive formation such as a degree in any professional career.
Perfect for an outcast like me.
...Your schemes to maintain your power in our reality were legendary, why would you leave them for this small existence?...
Again with this verse. Last week you used the same line in order to verbally butter me up to your demands.
It was such a good place my old reality. Rise up, check the field, the people tending them. Go to the mines, make sure the prisoners were still alive... The basics of the “evil” overlord. While I abhor this term, I can reason the reason why said description. It is quite inhumane, but a necessity.
The world needed balance. Too much evil can turn the world in a hellish plane, with “Angels” raining death in order to clean the slate, and start anew.
Too much good... Goodness, you don’t want to know what happens when there was too much good...
...People counted on you for many things, now I see...
Ok, this line is new... I just bother to raise a hand to ask the “heroine”...
What happened? I just ask.
And she coyly looks the other way...
Aljhaqu t1_je83qy4 wrote
Reply to [WP] You are a simple skeleton enemy in a fantasy world, when you encounter the hero, instead of killing you he spares you and asks you to join his side on his adventure. by Interesting_Snow_596
Alos...
The sound echoes in my empty skull. For si am a reanimated skeleton. Just a pile of bones given free movement in exchange of my service.
Alos...
The sound again bounces in the bone walls of my head. Something calls me. Or is it someone else...
Alos...
The sound is strong... But so is the clanging of my rusted blade against his sword. The battle dance between two fighters.
Alos...
I am disarmed, both my arm and weapon fall to my side. I am at his mercy... And I await for the cold to receive me again...
Alos...
What does that name means? How do I know something means something... I am just a skeleton, right?
Alos... Please, come back... Rejoin us...
And something rushes forward. A light... Am I conscious? Am I returned?
And who is the boy that so desperately calls my name?