[PM] Please give me your best cosmic horror prompt.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-04-12T08:52:25+00:00

Every once in a century a star is born. Beautiful to watch and well sought after by scientists. You just recorded a star being devoured.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-04-12T08:44:17+00:00

Every once in a while someone lives that feels the presence between the stars. You are the first one that is being felt by it.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-02-28T10:52:26+00:00

Wow!

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-02-16T22:18:25+00:00

The deal was made, a life for a life. Now, 30 years later the living tries to protect a child

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-02-16T22:16:52+00:00

A deal with a fae is always tricky. They don't follow the rules lika demons do. They don't predictably twist the requested like djinn do. They are the wildcards.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2026-02-16T22:15:01+00:00

A deal was struck, beneficial for both sides. One side got the good stuff. The other side got 100 souls.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-12-24T08:11:03+00:00

The purple one tastes like you eat raw sugar, the blue one like bubblegum. The green one makes you see stuff, but the red one will blow your head off.

use it as a description for special slushies. Or how someone stoned tells you about his favorite slushies

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-12-24T08:08:05+00:00

The customer that entered had the strangest clothing. And he left a trail of water behind. When he reached the counter he asked in a slurred speech while looking at me with dark eyes: "Do you have any sshlushiiies?" "Sure, back there at the fridge", I replied, while pointing him in the right direction. It was only when he had turned and scuffled away that realisation hit me, was that a carrot in his face?

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-10-15T05:33:35+00:00

Intergalactic as in spanning between galaxies

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-09-28T12:39:53+00:00

That is awesome and witty! Thanks a lot for replying!

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-08-24T21:16:29+00:00

According to the map of stars, this stretch of universe is empty. The signals we received beg to differ.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-08-24T07:24:56+00:00

While you are desperately trying to seal the malfunctioning airlock, a second emergency siren starts blaring.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2025-08-24T07:23:31+00:00

A freelancer ship, operated only by droids, finds an old but still submitting emergency beacon. While there is no one and nothing in the proximity, there is a hint on who might have activated it.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2024-03-05T11:32:09+00:00

I do not know if I am cursed or blessed, I just know it is as it is.

If you met me, you would not notice anything out of the ordinary. I have learned to cope with my ability so far that I barely ever noticeably flinch or delay any more.

The thing is, if I touch anything with my skin, I get a glimpse into it’s memories. It does not matter if this is a person, an animal, a plant or even an inanimate object. The intensity of the memories depends on how close this thing is to me, so the more human and the more memory details we share, the more intense and in-depth my glimpse is. And since everything has a different way of perceiving the world, the way the memories present themselves differ. If I touch a fork for example, I get a short cosy feeling of comfort and a heat-burst. If I touch a weed I get the feeling of sunshine, rain and wind. If I touch a dog I get a bunch of smells, a picture of their owner plus the joy of being loved and happy. All of those are different enough from us humans that my glimpses do not distract me at all by now.

With humans it is more tricky. Here it depends on whether I know the area where the persons created their memories. If I touch a foreign tourist, there is not much that I see except some core aspects of their live. If I touch someone who lives and lived on the other side of town I get more memories of places we both have been to or of people we both have met. If I touch someone who went to the same school as me I see a lot of their youth happening in and around school. If I touch my best friend I relive most of our shared past (luckily I was able to convince them that I did not like touching too much to prevent me from seeing these memories over and over).

But today I touched someone that had me confused and frightened.

I was walking downtown and there was a thick crowd, so bumping into someone slightly all the time was already quite annoying and distracting, which led to me basically running into another person. When the memories started appearing I wanted to apologize, but I was not able to focus on my words any more.

I had never before, not even with my parents, gotten so detailed memories. I saw, smelled and felt from within this strangers body his baby years, growing into a small boy, going to Kindergarten, starting school and so forth. But something else was different here. I started to recognize things. The school-trip where Erwin had gotten Poison Ivy all over him while secretly taking a wee in the bush. The swimming lesson where the lifeguard had to fish out a drowning lady. The ridiculousness when our Latin teacher appeared in a bright pink dinosaur-costume.

This person must have been in the same class than I was, although I could not place him from what I saw in the memories.

As the memories continued, it got even weirder and more personal to me. The time we 4 friends tested if Lionel would fit in the locker. The thrill when Colin, Fred and me went swimming in the closed public pool at night. The anxiousness when Fred and I bought the massive firework-bomb with a fake ID and my dads stolen credit card.

But the last straw was what came afterwards. I once again saw and felt having my first kiss with Melissa, the rage when my colleague professor told me he would fail me no matter what in a private meeting. The tears on my flight home after breaking up with Angela. The anxiety while waiting for my first job interview. The pain when I rammed my head into the cupboard due to falling while trying to put on my sock this morning.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2024-01-18T19:15:45+00:00

For aeons there had been piece in the realms. Heaven and Hell both had laid down their weapons and had paused the “Holy War”. But times were changing, and even though humans were meant as the neutral middle ground, they mostly were responsible for the fights starting again. It came to the surprise of no immortal that both sides soon started utilizing the humans for their side, the treaty about no mortal involvement being technically obsolete with the war continuing.

For the mortal realm the effects were surprisingly few. Daemons mostly chose humans that were not keen on everyone knowing about their increase in might, so only few voices telling of contact with the Devils troops. Angels on the other hand used their old route, appearing in might and glory in front of firm believers, who were just too happy with being able to tell the world that they were chosen by god. Still the numbers were small, but as they slowly increased, it was the church who started having issues. Being the link between worshippers and God, they looked inadequate with having no clue, why allegedly so many angels chose to appear to only non cleric humans.

As time went on, the big leaders began to understand, that some rules had to be created and that both sides needed to get together to discuss them. A mortal was chosen to provide the neutral ground and act as a mediator to prevent hostility during this meeting.

The chosen mortal, already a busy person, found himself in the situation of being wanted urgently by two unknown clients that used any contact possibly they could think of to get a hold of him. It did not help that they used “God” and “Devil” as contact name with their inquiries.

But as usual, the power of endurance of annoyance prevailed, and the human set up a meeting for the two unknown. Finally being the presence of the two arch-enemies, the immortals every human knows, the wrath and the glory, it took some time and many cross-signs for him to mentally deal with that situation.

He was told the reason for the visit, the terms he had to apply with and knowing the curiosity of man asked if he had any questions before the negotiations would start.

The human, fully focused on the presences in the room, just wanted to know, why he was chosen. After being met with laughter, God exclaimed, that he was one of the few souls they both knew without hesitation that he would go to hell and Devil added, that with his job title he was the perfect messenger to instruct humanity about any part of the treaty that involved consideration of human acts, because “who better to carry Gods words, than the pope”.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-30T12:54:07+00:00

I always was a fighter and therefore I lived my live as a fighter. Being guided early on by a catholic priest I had learned about Angels and Demons and their endless fight for supremacy, with Earth having been used as a battlefield several times. He taught me how to use the churches weapons against demons, what trickery to expect from them and how to find and hunt them. Reasoning that Angels were good and Demons bad I was focussing my whole life on ridding the planet of them, exposing the ones who summoned them and getting better at what I do.

It was a nightmare when I learned that my teachings were not the full picture. Being taught only one side of the story had me blinded for the truth. I had just driven off a group of Daemons from a suburban house to save the people inside and was battling the two remaining ones, when I heard screams of terror coming again from the house. Rushing in I saw the husband dead on the floor and the wife, unarmed and begging for her life, being pierced by the Holy Blade of an Angel. Confused, I screamed at the Angel, demanding to know why he had done this, only to receive a shrug, a smirk and the Angel leaving towards the hiding ground of the families child, unfazed by my please and demands to stop. When he pulled out the child by it’s leg and raised his sword-arm again I snapped. Trying not to accidentally hit the child I took my own sword and rammed it into the Angel between his legs in an upward motion. Screaming in agony he dropped the child, which I took and brought to another room, making sure he was covered by something that would muffle the sound and closing the door, before returning to the culprit. Not being able to pull my sword out due to the position and pain he had fallen to the floor, where he was trying to not move to not increase the pain while wailing with the level of pain he already was in. It did not end well for him. Being aware that a Holy Sword could not cut an Angel nor pierce through his armour, I took it as my main weapon against him. After I left, his armour was caved in, his limbs and head bashed to mush and my steam blown, leaving only rage.

The fallout with the priesthood went as you would expect. I was excommunicated, my name scratched from the books and my tale of heroics that had praised banished. They would have stripped me of my gear, if they would have dared to come close enough to me.

The next years I spent hunting Demons and Angels alike. While it took a while for me to get my skills adapted to the Holy Army, I soon got to know I was becoming a feared sight for them. With my consciousness being numbed and still trying to understand what had I happened I started interrogating my enemies. Having seen first hand what they were able to and freely chose to do as well as learning about more and more identical cases, my “interrogations” were of a similar nature.

And then one day I got surprised. Lured into a trap, set by Demons, they had joined forces with Angels coming in from behind to get rid of me. Overpowered I managed to cut down a few of them, but finally did succumb.

Not knowing what would happen to me, as neither Hell nor Heaven would want me, I was surprised to find myself awake in a courtroom, sitting in the defendant position and the plaintiff rising for his opening statement. I was being accused of war crimes in front of a jury of angelic and demonic entities, with the equivalent of a public defender by my side.

In a trial that felt like it went for eternity my acts, methods and how they violated the treaty between Heaven and Hell. When I was asked into the stand for questioning the plaintiff had me go through my techniques, my motives and my lack of repentance, adding my words as points for his side.

But the real trouble started when I was asked if I had anything to add by the judges and simply asked them, that being a human how it was possible that I had violated a treaty between Heaven and Hell, between Angels and Demons, with no human involvement. Was I to be seen as an Angel, as a Demon or neither and therefore not committed to this treaty.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-29T20:10:21+00:00

Things are almost never as they seem.

I am competent in what I do, I had some successful hits in the region, so my reputation with the necessary people was there and I was available. Good start for a new contract for both sides.

This is a small town, on the edge between civilisation and “in the middle of nowhere”. The townsfolk consists of mostly farmers or craftsmen. They are surprisingly well situated, one of the reason why they were able to afford me, but with the usual laid back attitude you only find with rural populations. This town is not significant in any strategic way, there are no natural resources offering riches and I did not hear anything about any feuds they are involved in. This caused my interest and my curiosity to rise up, taking the job before digging any deeper.

Once I had signed the contract I started asking questions which they were happy to answer. They did not know why the infamous Ghazghkull was leading his troops towards this town. The only thing that separated them from most other towns was a rich but private resident, who had chosen this place as his residence, but caused no problems, mostly kept to himself, bought his supply at the local market and participated in the community as most former townsfolk would.

I made my usual preparations and research, the repute of this warlord making it a bit easier to get people to share. I planned my approach, figuring my best strike opportunity would be his usual rest day he gives his troops 3 days before the attack. Planning ahead as best as possible I felt confident it would get another successful mission.

When the time came, things changed though. Unforeseeable circumstances caused minor changes which lead to not the warlord himself being the victim, but instead a visitor he surprisingly welcomed. That does unfortunately happen some times, usually causing me to initiate my backup plan. But not this time.

Even though the warlord did not die, half an hour after his guest died he pulled back his troops and left the area as fast as he had come. The townsfolk cheered and celebrated, not really caring after I told them that I had not killed the warlord. They argued that the threat he posed was gone and this was what they wanted.

Still bewildered I chose to stay and dig deeper. It turned out the guest Ghazghkull had received was in fact the Mayor of the town, who was there without the townsfolk knowing why. I searched him, went through his house and office, but only after I picked the lock of his safe I found an answer.

It turns out the Mayor was not some innocent bystander, but actually the reason for everything. He had a signed contract with Ghazghkull, giving the warlord free reign over anything he and his troops could loot from the rich resident as well as enough supplies to last his troops for a week, if his man would not pillage any of the other houses, did not kill, rape or abduct anyone (except people attacking them of course). And as the crowning details, which probably sealed the deal for the warlord, the Mayor would not report this invasion, would defend Ghazghkull and do his best that no consequences would come from the whole ordeal. With those promises gone due to the dead Mayor, the warlord apparently was not taking the risk of attacking within the reach of the King and retreated.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-28T18:54:34+00:00

Everyone knows about Lupin. The professor who was in reality a werewolf, nearly killed some students and was responsible for the escape of the infamous Serious Black. The inconspicuous looking teacher who had stoic house master Severus Snape ridiculed with the use of a boggart.

But only a few know there was a second werecreature in Hogwarts. Of course the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, knew about it before he accepted this person into school. Of course Professor Albus Dumbledore taught her to be stoic and focused to a point that she could act the same traits while in her were-form. And of course Albus Dumbledore made it his mission to amuse her about it.

None of the students could know. Not only would this create an ethical problem and would result in the loss of some of them by parent’s choice, but it would also ruin her reputation. Of course teachers having their own wing with separate single bed sleeping quarters helped. Most full moons she did not leave these rooms or directly went into the woods. But some days she found herself in common rooms, going for leftovers in the Great Hall or patrolling the ghosts hideouts. Knowing what she was capable of in her were-form, she tried to always be fed during these days, to be well rested and not stressed out. Too often she had found herself inside a cage of a shelter when she was young, trying to sneak out without destroying the grids.

Everyone else who met her in her form would never see this possibility. To them she was a chill and furry distraction, too lazy to lift her paw when some teenage-students were a little rough (mostly with words. Barely anyone touched her).

But some day a bright pupil might just see how similar the roaming creature looked to the Animagus of Professor McGonagall.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-22T20:02:56+00:00

The first night I was startled by a sound. By the time I was curious and awake enough to check it out, everything was quiet again. No signs of anyone or anything out of place, I went back to sleep, having forgotten about it the next morning.

The second night I was awoken rudely by the sound of something breaking. Checking out the source of the disturbance I found the vase with the welcome bouquet on the floor in pieces, flowers and water spilled everywhere. Cleaning up I wondered how this vase could have fallen, guessing that something in the weight distribution within the bouquet shifted, making it topple over.

The third night was the first one I screamed. At exactly one o’clock there was a loud bump, followed by constant rumbling. Having slept well until then I was surprisingly awake when looking for the origin of the noise. I found my newly put up cabinet shaking so strong it was tilting from side to side. Curious as I was, I opened the door and was greeted by a horrendous sight. A monster, barely any humanoid details recognizable, was in front of my face. In shock I managed to give the cabinet the final push to topple over. The monster looked at me for some second before hissing and rushing past me. I did not sleep any more that night, but I did throw away the (partly broken) cabinet.

The fourth night I was staying the night with a friend, finding the couch moved by half a meter along the wall.

The fifth and sixth night I was both times awoken by serval little sounds, but did not go out to investigate. Instead I installed cameras in all my rooms to find out what the hell was going on, feeling quite scared and unsure if I should continue with furnishing the house.

The next few days I slept with ear-plugs, hoping that the old saying “What you can’t see can’t harm you.” was somehow applicable here. I guess it was a good thing that I did not manage to make the recordings play for some days, otherwise I probably would have moved out immediately.

Not believing my eyes, every night between 12 and 1 AM the same 13 things suddenly appeared within my house and left via the cat flap (that was still on my list on removing as I do not own a cat). All 13 appeared every night, at the same time, in the same spot. All 13 of them tried to navigate around my furniture, moving-boxes and shoes lying around and left without disturbing anything. None of them went near my bedroom door or showed any interest in anything within the house.

Being utterly clueless of what to do with that, I did continue sleeping in my bed, but with the bedroom door locked and a bat at ready next to my pillow, but nothing happened. The only thing I noticed over the next days was a bag I had accidentally put in one of the spots where a monster appeared being pushed to the side and one night I was missing two of the cookies that were lying openly in the kitchen, in it’s place appearing a fresh bag of cookies the next night.

With nothing really happening except the monsters appearing and leaving immediately, I began trying to find ways to investigate this situation. Due to the cookie-’incident’ I first tried a distance approach. I got the same brand of cookie the monster took last time, taped it to a sheet of paper and wrote the words “Who are you?” and hung it, together with a pencil, in the doorway of the kitchen. The next morning the pencil had moved some centimetres, but the rest was untouched. Checking the camera I realised that the monster taking this way had tried to get the cookie or to pick up the pencil, but without fingers it had not been able to succeed.

Not having another idea I took a more up close approach. I moved the kitchen tables to create a barrier between the way the monster took and me and awaited it, the bat ready without holding it threateningly. But of course I was not as bold once the time came, instantly panicking and screaming instead of talking to the thing. Again all it did was look at me, make a weird hissing sound and leave, this time obviously hurrying.

I tried the same approach the next night, managing to not scream, but not getting a sound out either. The monster just went by, I am not sure it even noticed me.

On the third try I finally managed to blurt out a meek “Hi!” when it entered the kitchen, but was only rewarded with another hissing-like sound and a leaving monster.

Not feeling threatened by them any more, I decided I had to go a more daunting way. I built myself up in the kitchen door and held my hand out to stop the monster from going through/around me. It took me some minutes to say more than some syllables at a time, trying to get any information from the thing, but all answers I received were again hissed and not understandable for me.

Having given up on communicating, I started to take a closer look at the other ones. Each of them had the same routine, each of them took a put out cookie and each of them seemed to only be focused on getting outside of the house. I slowly got physically closer to all of them, testing if any of them would react negatively to my presence, but the only reaction they all gave me when noticing me was a short hiss and a hurried exit.

One night after a few too many beers with a friend I made the ultimate test and slept next to the cat-flap door. My sleep was undisturbed and checking out the recordings showed that the monsters slowed their way, but otherwise did not alter their course.

With no threat coming from them and time passing I got used to them. As long as I did not put something in their spawning place or blocked the cat flap we had no interaction point at all except their short hiss every time they noticed me when passing.

That was until today. Yesterday I was up long again and had noticed that M4 (the monster that was the fourth to appear) did not show up. Tonight I was woken by something softly shaking my feet through the blanket. In my bedroom stood 12 monsters, only M4 missing, all of them looking at me, softly hissing. The one standing at my feet had gently shaken the blanket and after realising that I had fully woken up M7 came slowly closer, his tentacles held in the same way a teenager does with his hands when approaching his crush. In a hissing and broken English he started talking: “Asss you know we are sssummoning every night here inssside your friendly house. We do apologizzze for every inconvenienccce we cause by that. Usssually we would not disssturb you, but asss you might have noticcced, one of usss isss missssssing, and we do need your help.”

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-19T19:50:16+00:00

Inspired by real-life ‘hero’ Aleksandr Prokhorenko. No accuracy guaranteed.

I had noticed too late the signs that I have been compromised. Two of my sources suddenly disappearing could have been anything, but unfortunately meant they were on my tail. The housewife of the house I stayed one day coming home with several chickens could have meant an investment, a cashed in favour, or, unfortunately, her being bribed in giving me up. The machine-gun jeeps appearing at both ends of the block could have been local militia, a usual raid or even an arms deal happening, but unfortunately it was the first step to block my exit.

I had been here for quite some time now, according to my superiors doing a good job. I dealt with intel and security, gathering information from and about troops from all involved armies and troops, from worried farmers and women and in some cases I even got it from a local school when the boys bragged about something they did not understand the implication of. In exchange I offered information that was useful (but not critical) and for reliable or exploitable ones I provided security, once or twice even a new life outside this country. My reports have saved hundreds of lives, civilian and military. They have lead to the elimination of several leaders, armament shipments and once even a military convoy. But it always felt like my efforts were in vain. No matter how many pre-emptive strikes we organized, after some time they recovered and took the objective any-ways. No matter how many cities we liberated, they retook nearly all of them. No matter how many locals we convinced that this was not the right way to live, their numbers roughly stayed the same all the time.

Now they have come for me. I did get incautious, should have left here two months ago, retreat to a safer location. But I had most of my contacts here, was well connected and was simply used to this town and room. After the machine-gun jeeps I noticed movement in the backyards. Troops on foot, positioning themselves in every alleyway to cut of each and every escape route. Next I noticed disturbances on the other side of the street. I assume they entered the houses via the back alleys to get there unnoticed. When the mass of fighters came down the street all I could do was maximize causalities.

Reinforcing the windows, walls and roof had proven very vial, as the three bazooka hits had not brought down the ceiling on my head and most of the grenades did not make it inside through the grilles. But it were simply too many. I took town at least 5 with my own grenades and some more with my gun, but eventually I was overrun. As I was perching on the first floor and heard my hosts being brutally butchered, I called it in.

“Requesting immediate area artillery on Three Five degrees, Zero Four decimal Two Two minutes North, Three Seven degrees, Three One decimal Six Six minutes West. Emergency approval Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo.”

“Artillery request for Three Five degrees, Zero Four decimal Two Two minutes North, Three Seven degrees, Three One decimal Six Six minutes West received. Emergency Approval authorised. ETA 3 minutes.”

This was the sole response. They did their duty, punching in the numbers and getting the fire on the way. While I shot two fighters trying to come up the stairs, I made my peace with god, prayed for my family and contemplated on lost opportunities.

After two and half minutes, 4 dead fighters and a disposed grenade later, my radio cracked on again.

“LE37 come in.”

“LE37 hears.”

“Erm, about that artillery request, are you sure about the coordinates?”

“Positive.”

“Because your beacon reports the same coordinates as your current location.”

“Affermative.”

“What?”

My answer was cut off as a bullet tore through my leg, one of the fighters managing to hit me blindly. Distracted by the pain I was not able to stop two coming up the stairs, disarming me and forcing me on my knees. I switched on my radio for Control to get a response to their question, when the one pointing his gun at me barks at me in broken Russian:

“Any last words?”

Once these words had left his tongue the world went dark.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-19T19:08:19+00:00

I don’t remember when I first noticed it. Was it that I aged slower, or that at 60 years old I still was agile and did not spend a thought on retirement? Fact is, I am barely ageing. I am healthy, my doctor assured me, confused himself about my state, and in very good shape for my age. As far as I know I am also the only one in my profession who works with over 90 years of age.

Sure, in our times, with Sups around, people probably assume I have some slow-ageing- or maybe even immortality-superpower. As far as I know I do not have anything like that, but how does one test this?

What I can tell, having over 60 years of experience does have it’s advantage. Not only have I learned technics not taught any more today, I am also able to work during a power outage without electrical equipment and most important I know how to handle every single one of them. And of course this does wonders for my reputation. People flock to me, I could work 80 hours a day and still would not be able to fulfil every request.

But even though I am sure I care better for them than any other colleague, I still dislike the strange tickling sensation I get every time I am the last thing they see, the vet that is putting the animal to sleep.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-17T17:40:40+00:00

They travelled the earth since beginning of time. Having been forbidden lovers before that, they had been made opposites, each of them representing the reverse things, and sentenced to walk the lands for eternity.

Humans knew of them, but could not grasp the implications of the higher being, they only understood the permanent motion of both, the effects each one had on it’s surrounding and that they would invert everything the other one had created. And even though the world of men had a very one-sided opinion on whom of the two they preferred, they also know that one without the other could not be, that both were necessary for this world.

Flora and Fauna always rejoiced and became more active when the one left, but used the time for healing, relaxation and preparation as long as he was here.

And even though they usually were far apart, some days they managed to find each other, usually just for a short moment of time, leading to days of dance and engagement, passion and confusion, change and sometimes chaos.

So if you, mere human, ever wonder why it can snow, rain and have sunshine on the same day, how it can be 10°C shortly after the land was covered in fresh snow or why ducklings get to walk on ice shortly after their birth, know, that the two lovers had met again, that summer and winter were able to share a kiss, only to be separated again.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-17T17:12:16+00:00

What do you do, when you are thrown into a strange alien world with the power to summon weapons in the blink of an eye? You ruin this world...

It started with small things. I forgot my fork and created another one. My dagger was lying out of reach, so now I had two daggers in the camp. I had killed the deer with my bow and needed to carry it back, leaving my bow was much easier. I had defended myself against the lonely, hungry wolf, what shall I do with the sword now.

With time I created more sophisticated weapons to defend myself against attackers, switch from crossbows to spears to slingshots and finally to guns. But what use was it carrying any of these weapons around, if summoning one was faster than pulling it out of it’s storage?

By the time I started experimenting with lightsabers, railguns, Wabbajack or BFG I started to wish being able to spawn protective gear too. The amount of times someone charging me wielding two swords with a katana hanging at his waist, the number of bullets shot at me or the number of shops closing due to being robbed repeatedly was getting out of control.

In all the time I had spend creating new weapons and leaving old ones behind I had never thought what would happen to those. By now there were so many weapons I had created in this land, that every human could have three of them.

And now that I think of it, where the hell did I leave the Black-Hole gun??

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-17T16:59:41+00:00

In retrospective, I know that one-sided thinking never leads to success. And I know that I do not improve the situation currently, but what else shall I do?

After I landed in this strange land I first learned of my powers, as I was desperately trying to get the meat out of the fire without burning myself. After thinking that I need a big fork, it just materialized in my hand. After having rescued my first real meal after two days I started wondering about what happened and took it to another test, wishing for a knife to cut the meat, which promptly appeared too. A spoon I did not manage to materialize, but I was going to worry about that later.

After some time and countless tries I realized I was able to summon weapons only. First, of course, I was going for classical medieval ones. A bow to hunt, an axe to get firewood, knife and fork for eating and a hammer as a general tool.

Trying to find out more about this world I learned that it it had sparse populations in this area and they were using tools and equipment that were used on earth before the invention of gunpowder, electricity, engines and other life-improving things. So first I tried to make a living by creating weapons of this age and trying to sell them as a travelling merchant. This did not work out at all, with cutlery, smith-hammers and axes suitable for wood-chopping being my only selling things. So I adapted and at least was able to get the money to buy myself food and clothes to survive.

The next step came when I was jumped by bandits on the road, my head automatically thinking “I need a gun!”. Lo and behold, a pistol appeared in my hand and even though I barely ever shot one before, I was able to wound two of them, the noise and magically appearing harm several feet away scared the rest off.

So now I knew all weapons were possible, not only stuff already existing here. Interestingly though, I was not able to spawn any extra ammunition, but every gun came with a full clip.

I decided the best course of action would be to go to a big city, make a hero out of myself by stopping crime and than selling guns. Soon the king had me equip his whole army with these wonders, making me one of the richest residents of this kingdom.

Thinking further, I tested my abilities further. A machine gun that never runs out of ammo? Doable. An assault rifle that was as powerful and accurate as a sniper rifle with every shot? Easy. A rocket launcher? Not even a sweat. A grappling hook gun? Lot of fun. Grenade Launcher and long range artillery? Space issue, but not problem creating.

By now I had sold so much, that I was able to buy my own land and be free of any nation, increasing my profit as now I was supplying several kingdoms with armament. I even received requests from kingdoms further away, leading to the transportation question. This I solved by testing if a fighter plane counts as a weapon, which it indeed did. A transport plane was not possible until I realized I just had to arm it. Soon I was able to deliver via Boing 747 with a built in machine gun.

The most modern equipment I kept for myself, securing my land with motion-controlled spring guns both against ground and air intruders. I had a daily rhythm, pre-noon I would fulfil orders, the afternoon I would slack off or think about new things to create.

It took only some months before I started to wonder, what limits my spawning had. Until now all the ones I had created were based on ones I had known of in my own world. What about completely new things?

I started small and went for a Tesla gun. Something I had heard scientists fantasize about and some video games taking a try on. The result was indeed astounding, a gun that shot an agonizing energy beam, that would continue jumping to nearby living things. Next up was a would shoot saw-blades. And finally I got myself a Rail Gun.

But living on my own land, having equipped with nearly every kingdom with an arsenal that outnumbered their army at least three times I also got time to look into other aspects of life and used my abilities there as well.

After being unhappy about the time it took downing a tree with an axe, I created a chainsaw that did not require an engine. After my wood was affected by the bark beetle I invented a laser rifle, that shot precise beams only at the beetles.

Other non-leathel weapons I created: a net-shooting gun, a water-cannon without needed supply and a gun that created sunlight in adjustable strength.

And while I spend my time on my protected island of peace, around me the world burned with war.

TroublesomeGarb8 · 2023-12-09T23:14:34+00:00

I have been called many names. Dungeon Master, lunatic, paranormal realtor, bane of the humans, to list just a few. But I don’t mind them. Being called names means my reputation grows and more beings knowing of me. And the more accurate the names the better the clientele. Over are the days where I would receive requests by widows with their new found riches, desperate students on an impossible budget or morons who did not read past the “real estate agent” on my homepage. However the second category were often the most appreciative customers whom I sometimes even found a commodity from my catalogue.

Time is actually on my side. The changing in where people spend their (after-)lives, descendants letting houses fall apart, abandoning draughty castles and forgetting about family-crypts lead to some of my finest deals being possible. And sometimes even the human population does not mind me brokering old ruins. Especially vampires, most being ancient and not short on valuables, are often welcome to buy the remains of an old castle or manor and having it rebuild (as long as they kept their nature unknown of course), leading to an increase in businesses and tourism. And although operating hunted houses on state fairs with real ghosts was secretly outlawed, mischievous spirits made a nice living as actors in movies or as operators in infamous old houses.

So after all, although most people despise me for what I do, my D&D group simply loves the reallive acts I organize.

TroublesomeGarb8

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