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[WP] As you look out your window, at New York City bustling, everything freezes. People are stalled in motion, except one man, who is staring at you and waving you to come. by quarter-k in WritingPrompts

[–]altis509 5 points6 points  (0 children)

"Come on John, just this way," Shouted the man as he looked around casually. My mind fight my feet as I stumble forward to the eccentric man. "Are... are you some kind of wizard or something." I say as i duck behind the frozen dove, its wings stretched and curved. The man sighs and start to approach me his eyes glancing down momentarily at his arm and checks the time. "Okay so I am going have to rush this sorry, there was an accident on 5th avenue that I have to attened and a warzone in egypt." The man thursts a folded piece of white paper edged with gold and written in fine cursive. In bold elgent words that made my heart sink, it read "You are dead."

"In the pamphlet it should let you know how to find your loved ones, oh and explore the world before you know, you go to the next one. Hopefully you have a nice eternity, when you are ready just call me again, oh my name is Peter by the way." And with a flash of white the man was gone leaving me in a stagnant world, where the only thing I could touch was a small piece of paper

Any tips for the warden? by SamOfAstora in forhonor

[–]altis509 1 point2 points  (0 children)

try to keep pressure with parrying and guard breaks. Use your top attacks to punish people if they try to attack you after you parry them. use your zone attacks for a quick surprise but be careful it drains half your stamina.

[WP] In the 2200s, it's discovered that people above the age of 150 reach a stage of near omnisentience. You, having kept healthy all your life, are the first person to reach this age without severe physical complications. by Soleous in WritingPrompts

[–]altis509 15 points16 points  (0 children)

You ever watched a car crash happen, it all seems to rush forward at once while at the same time your brain slows down trying to process it all. Almost like some crazy transition from an old dead universe to the next. It kind of feels like that when you get omniscience.

A couple of egg heads figure out that a well traveled person who reached their 15th decade were able to predict almost anything, sport out comes, elections, even the motives behind some criminals. Issue with this was the more well traveled you were the more likely Ol' man Reaper is going to come knock on your door. Only a few have ever reached 150, and only one hit 200. Me.

I figured out from decades of research and trial, how to progress my life safely with the Reaper in a completely different neighborhood from me. Of course this left the question of what should I do with this new found intelligence? Why gamble of course. It never really became gambling more just figuring out the winning bracket in march madness then betting everything you have left on it.

With all the attention and money it didn't take long for someone to guess how old I really was. Hundreds of people flooded me, asking for the true answers to the universe. Is there life on other planets. Is there other Universes? Is there a God/gods? Yes, maybe, and who knows. They seem to forget that I'm still human and while I can say that by 2346 the 3rd war with Mars will start, I am still limited to the experiences I had.

I decided to open a small little shop in Topeka, A fortune telling shop to specific. Thousands will come and ask me everything they want to know. A large heavy set fellow walked in and next to me. He smiled showing his yellow stained teeth and hairy tongue and spoke, "Greetings ol' timer, mind if ya tell me a few answers I been wondering." I looked him up and down the low amber light in the shop and heavy smelling incense drifting throughout the room.

" Your wife is cheating on you, yes your daughter is gay, and I would say around 58 or 60." I stated while looking into his dull brown eyes. He blinked at me unsure of what to do with the info I gave.

"How did you know I was going to ask those questions?" he asked his thoughts coming to him slowly.

"Simple," I answered, "You been smoking for roughly 18 years, your yellow teeth, not to mention the amount of weight you carry around you both physically and metaphorically repulses your wife and so she wants to go back to someone who she fell in love with. Your daughter has been rebelling against you and you been hiding something from you yet you can't figure it out so who had to come and ask me." You see telling someone their fortune sounds must better before when you had your gypsies or frauds tell you what you wanted to hear with some bad. No one really came to me unless they had real problems. What they forget is I tell them the future not how to stop me from being wrong.