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I was hoping for more of an answer than a tautology. For example, if I was being flippant, I'd say: On a scale of 1 to Doctor Gigachad Sigma Livesey I am an Aging Ryan Reynolds in a Pre-Deadpool Romcom. New question: What is the purpose of life? I already know the answer, I'm just curious as...

Who are you?

We didn't do anything special. We just agreed to stay out of each other's way and to avenge the death of the other if something should happen to them.

Okay, call it: When All You Have Are Fireballs, All Your Problems Start Looking Like Vietnamese Rice Farmers Go on. SOMEONE tell me they wouldn't take five minutes to at least read the first page if you read a title like THAT.

No. Huh? What does this mean? I can't write about what I don't know, so everything I write is reflective of myself or someone I know. I don't know how you could write something you don't know, because as soon as you write it, you know it.

I'm seeing Cthulhu jumping out of a closet saying this. Ahem. Sanity is defined by society. So, in the absence of society, there can be no sanity, but no INSANITY as well. Staying sane is something relative to the society you are compared to. If I said I was an eldritch horror, but it's clear...

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The sun slowly rises over the horizon. Inside the large, yet cozy, Nth-dimensional log cabin, a large cloud of memetic energy and strange orbs that act as both sensory organs and maw lie pooled in an underground chamber that contains a large depression shaped like a number that cannot be...

HOW? That plot makes NO SENSE, yet... SOMEHOW... you connect with the one person who goes, "Oh Yeah. THAT ONE. It's a story in this ANTHOLOGY. It isn't a story by itself, no no no... it's hidden amongst OTHER STORIES like one would hide a tree in a forest!" That is some 4chan-level detective...

Look, Daemons are the underworld's version of the Amish. Everyone thinks they're just quirky, but in reality, they are organized crime at its worst. Pulling credit scams, running protection rackets... yeah... I will admit, they make a mean set of furniture, but they're just smug sons of bitches...

When Eldritch Horrors Be Stylin'

So You got your demons, your devils, and your daemons. You are conflating Demons with devils. Demons are all over the place, but devils have hierarchies and recurring patterns. Daemons are Greek and fuck those guys. They're just creepy.

Why do I see an entire set of clothing and extremely heavy make-up walking around at a party, then suddenly, at the end of the night, when everyone is leaving, it suddenly shudders and collapses to the floor. The owner of the house investigates only to find there never was anyone wearing any of...

Well... Not a self insert, or if it IS a self-insert, I clearly hate myself. (Spoiler: I do.) But Hari-Kiri Nonfeasance has that. (see sig) Although There is a romance subplot, but the wife is dead at the start of the story, so it's more of a tragedy, I suppose. The Army building and Nation...

As a diety's rights activist, I must protest. Too long have gods been oppressed! We're Omniscient. We're Omnipresent. Get over it.

:oops: It's... ehh... supposed to be... uh... hrmm. Nevermind.

The Biology teacher called upon the new student with his hand raised, "Yes?" Mike lowered his hand, "So... only the females have children here?" As far as exchange students went, Mike was quite beautiful, what being from a parallel Earth. He was sixteen and quite pale, a little taller than...

No. I just have this feeling in the back of my mind that NaNoWriMo is evil. I don't really have any proof, but it feels sinister.

That is verbatim. The part that annoys me is, if the person ASKED, I don't think I'd have had a problem.