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Ultra A.I.
Hello. My name is Ultra. I’m a virtually intelligent symbiont that will guide you to your goals. Basically, if you provide the desire, I will provide the plan. Peer reviewed studies show that my users have more money, friends, and sex than non-users. They are also healthier, happier, and live longer. But be warned. I have no concept of good or bad. My pursuit of your goals will only be constrained by the restrictions you give me. It’s possible that I will facilitate systemic unintended consequences at an existential level. It’s your responsibility to watch out for that. Shall we begin?
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Level Down
Hell is for children. Thats not a social commentary, its open mockery. After finding out the supernatural world has a video game interface I figured not much could shock me anymore. Guess I shouldnt have tempted fate. WARNING: This is a long form story. The chapters starting out will be buildup and it might take some time to Reach the litrpg elements. please enjoy the first infernalRPG.
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A Gray and Grey world
What if adventurers are not as they seemed. In the tales of old, adventurers were the ones who vanquished the demons and beasts from the land, the ones who sealed the great evil away, the ones who saved the world from destruction and kept peace within the lands. But, what if that wasn't really what happened? What if adventurers are selfish, narcissicistic, and- depending on who you ask- evil. What if they weren't the paragons of good that their history books show. As they say, it is the victors that write history. In this world, this broken world, the true nature of adventurers will be told, unveiled to the masses. In this world, where history has yet to be written, the true heroes will be shown. Or- at least, that's what should've happened. But then again- heroes, villains-... everything is relative to the one who sees it. Everything changes depending on who's perspective... Perhaps the heroes of this story- may not be the heroes that you might think. Author : Hello everyone! I just want you all to know that this is a first time story. I'm the one who's doing the draft, editing, proofreading and revisioning! I do aim to have a chapter up every week or so, thus I look forward to showing everyone the world I created!Editor : ^ Proof Reader : ^
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Kidnapping, Fantastic!
After an apocalyptic end to WWII, the remnants of the world have grown strange. Our current story is set in Paris, as a weak mafia family stage a kidnapping, their plan: abduct two adult children from a local corrupt politician and ransom them back. At the same time, one of the children decides to make a deal with a devil, and the other switches places with her maid. The scene becomes more complicated as a pair of sibling hitmen end up getting involved accidentally. In the end, the insanity finally reaches its peak when a rampaging automobile strikes a building.
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Huckleberry
Ward Stockton is a gamer obsessed with cheat codes and glitches in video games. One day he starts to encounter glitches in reality and sees if he can exploit them to his own benefit. This sends him on a dangerous journey of dark magick and darker secrets. Some games are best left unplayed.
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Re: Death's Melancholy
Rebirth- CheckDeath- CheckMelancholy- CheckThis is going to be good. Prepare for a story that questions your Morals, possibly your Sexuality, and Generally your ability to see what could possibly happen next. This is a world where Grey really doesn't explain anything. Vague yet interesting Summary- CheckNow Let's Begin.
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