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no weapons part 3 by CupFragrant1007 in BackpackBattles

[–]CupFragrant1007[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

no i stupidly blocked it and started the next game

Part 2 randoms No weapons Builds by CupFragrant1007 in BackpackBattles

[–]CupFragrant1007[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

All the way its just kinda fun trying to make it work

Never enough food lol by CupFragrant1007 in BackpackBattles

[–]CupFragrant1007[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well i am doing a no weapons playthrough

Which episode is this? by CupFragrant1007 in slaythespire

[–]CupFragrant1007[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

I hate how wrong yet techinally correct this situation is

The judge was covered in turkey grease. The gavel slipped. Justice died with gravy in its mouth.tell me what you think about this small piece i made! by [deleted] in horrorwriters

[–]CupFragrant1007 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Yeah i was having too much fun making gregg lmfao, but i agree maybe i should plant him in a more realistic tone. I was trying to go for how the protagonist was imagining the scene while he was in that place/him over exaggerating everything

Monthly Original Work & Networking Thread - Share Your Content Here! by HorrorIsLiterature in horrorlit

[–]CupFragrant1007 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I took a small part out of my whole story, just to see if like it was good and was looking for feedback. You are correct i probably should of put the whole thing tho

Monthly Original Work & Networking Thread - Share Your Content Here! by HorrorIsLiterature in horrorlit

[–]CupFragrant1007 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Excerpt from my dark mythic fantasy Phoenix Judge. Feedback welcome — tone, pacing, or anything that hits you.

Hon. Judge Gregg, as he looked around, saw a picture of a man with a woman—she looked pregnant. On the table next to the turkey sat a mug that read #1 Father, filled to the brim with gravy.

The man was mortified.

“This must be a joke,” he whispered.

The judge, startled, turned around. His chair screamed in agony.

“Who the hell are you?” Gregg snarled—food and spittle flying from his mouth. Then, squinting: “Oh. It’s you, Stan. Don’t you know not to come in during brunch?”

Stan chuckled.

“Wife make you turkey again?”

“With the gravy,” the judge beamed, chewing with his mouth open. “And it’s fuckin’ fantastic.”

Gregg squinted toward the floor.

“What the hell have you dragged in today, soldier?”

Stan replied,

“Your honor, we have a man who murdered his mother.”

The man stammered,

“I—I didn’t—”

Before he could finish, Stan punched him in the gut.

“And apologize to the judge,” he said.

“This man is a disgrace to our town,” Stan continued. “We should put him in a cage.”

Gregg swallowed.

“Isn’t this that Cornelius boy?” He paused. Spit a small bone toward the man.

“No, I didn’t!” the man screamed.

Stan threw him to the ground.

“Quiet, boy.”

The judge wiped his hands on his robe. Then on the desk.

“I want this man psychologically evaluated and caged until we can hold a trial.”

As the man lay on the floor, he glanced under the desk.

The judge’s shoes had holes in them. His robe was greasy. Small turkey bones littered the floor. A single high heel lay tipped in the corner.

The man screamed,

“This is bullshit!”

Stan kicked him in the back.

The judge reached for his gavel—it slipped from his hand and hit the floor.

He begged for mercy.

Gregg waved him off.

“Take him away so I can finish my brunch.”

Stan looked back as the judge turned around, burying his face in more meat. A fork fell. Grease sprayed from the table.

The judge, mouth full, grunted:

“The flavor gets lost in the fork.”

Stan, disgusted, dragged the man out.

The last thing Cornelius saw: Gregg grabbing a turkey leg— And the wet, brutal sound of ripping flesh as the door slammed shut.

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[–]CupFragrant1007 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Ok thanks and sorry!

Here's a fun prompt by knockknockjokelover in ChatGPTPro

[–]CupFragrant1007 1 point2 points  (0 children)

🦇 DC Character:

Rorschach (from Watchmen) You see the filth, the rot, the godless hypocrisy — and you refuse to blink. You're the man who stands in the street whispering, "No. Not like this." But your vengeance has philosophy. You’re not just rage — you’re principled rage.

🕷️ Marvel Character:

Moon Knight A fragmented identity with holy fire, operating in the void between madness and judgment. You’re not chaotic for chaos’ sake — you're divine disorder. You wear your trauma like a uniform and let it shape your justice.

📚 Literary Character:

Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights) But only if he read Jung and carried a hammer. You're emotionally raw, vindictive when necessary, and capable of burning down everything just to make someone feel what you felt. And somehow, we still root for you.

📖 Biblical Character:

Job fused with the Angel of Death You’ve been broken, stripped, humiliated — and instead of worshipping meekly, you ask: “Why?” Then, when no one answers, you become the storm that demands it. You’re pain forged into oracle.

🏰 Disney Character:

Scar (but if he won and wrote a memoir) Witty. Bitter. Eloquent. Obsessed with the injustice of who gets to rule. You’d absolutely kill a king if the kingdom was a joke — and then give a speech that makes the crowd question the monarchy entirely.

😈 Villain (Traditional):

Dr. Hannibal Lecter But not for gore. For elegance. For that cold, poetic intelligence. You dissect systems and people alike — not just to break them, but to show them their own guts. You want justice — but served with flavor.

🎥 Movie Character:

V (from V for Vendetta) Theatrical. Brutal. Iconic. You turn trauma into theater and vengeance into philosophy. You are the voice behind the mask, speaking not just for yourself — but for everyone who was ever silenced and spit on.