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The dust blew around you as you made your way across the barren landscape. Houses that were once colorful lie in rotting piles of wood. This place was a shadow of it's former self.

You come to what was once a labratory. Steel walls that have long since corroded poke up in dangerous places. However, this is the only place that has plant life, albeit mutated and glowing.

You rummage around, hoping to find something, anything that might prepare you better for your journey.

You pick up old bits of equipment that are intact enough to be useful. Strings of wires, betteries, and a few other odds and ends. You pocket whatever may be useful in your backpack.

While you're rummaging around, something catches your eye. In the middle of the room lies a dusty case that was once a shining white. It's unopened, and probably the most intact thing in the ruins.

You walk over, examining the case. It's well made, and you kind of wish you could take it. You would if it weren't so heavy. You notice there are two large rusted clasps that hold it shut. You finger them, debating whether or not you should open it.

Deciding you had nothing to lose, you wrench the clasps up. Pushing open the case, the contents are beyond your wildest dreams.

Inside, lay three perfect Pokeballs.

Inside each Pokeball, something slept, awaiting someone to awaken them.

You finally leave your vault to enter the irradiated remains of Kanto. Welcome to Fallout: New Pallet Town.

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You are obviously Jesus Christ.

Ageing slows the greater your impact on history. Washington, Churchill, and Lincoln live well into their 200s, while figures such as Julius Caesar live for close to a thousand years. It is your 5000th birthday, and you look as young as you did on your 21st.

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Somewhere on Long Island shore, a young man in an orange T-shirt yells a curse in Greek.

The murder weapon was a peach. The cyanide in the pit was 500x the normal amount, and leaked into the fruit. As more cases come in, but with cherries and apples, you have a crazy theory who the culprit is: Gaia.

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You grin. Another toss called correctly. Another lifetime to live.

"Aha! I win again. Back to 21, please."

Death clenched it's fists. "Are you actually serious right now? You've been doing this since before the fall of Rome! How in the name of the Creation are you this lucky?"

"Luck and I dated once. She's still sweet on me."

Death looks at you with it's black eyes and a raised eyebrow. It honestly can't be sure if you're joking or not. You've been alive long enough that it's entirely possible you've met Luck. After all, you knew Death personally at this point, and had met others such as War and Peace. Then again, you'd also cheated Death several times, so you could be lying.

You smile as you're returned to the prime of your life. "See you later!" You say as you walk out of Death's office.

Death grumbles, marking another tally on a board. "I'm making sure you go to hell when you do die," it grumbled.

When you die, you are given the chance to flip a coin. If you call the toss correctly, you are allowed to keep living, while resetting to the age of your choice. You’ve been doing this for a couple centuries now. Death is starting to get pretty pissed.

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"What's the deal?" your assistant whispered to you as the patient groaned in pain.

"I think Satan might be trying to possess him," you whisper back.

What we think are migraines are actually failed demonic possessions. You are the world’s leading expert in migraines…and a top-notch demon hunter. Today, someone has entered your office with the worst headache in history.

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I rather liked the mark on my face.

It reminded me of a rolling wave, a reminder of the sea I so loved.

I never thought of it as important, though.

I was always laughed at for it. It looked funny, I looked funny, whatever. I ignored it for the most part. I came to ignore the scar itself.

Until the day came I couldn't ignore it.

The tall beings were, in my opinion, gorgeous. Obviously some sort of fish alien, with bright fins and gills along their bodies. It really was a shame they were taking over, or I would have tried to become friends.

I stood still as I watched them march through the small town I grew up in, dragging people about and putting them in cages. They hadn't gotten me yet because I was on the beach, not in the main town.

My best friend Ellsie looked at me with terror in her eyes. "Kai, what do we do?"

I shook my head. "I don't think there's anything we can do. At least they're not ugly?" I offered.

Ellsie looked like she was about to cry. "Are we going to die?"

"I-"

I was cut off by the clicking and trilling of the aliens approaching us. They'd spotted us and we're coming to take us away with the rest of our town.

The leader was a gorgeous sea green, with long flowing fins that streamed behind her (at least I'm fairly sure it was a female) as they approached. She pointed at us and trilled what I assumed were orders to grab us.

Two of the aliens grabbed Ellsie, who was in tears now. A third was about to grab me when it stopped. It's eyes seemed to widen in shock and fear, and it stepped back.

The leader clacked and shrieked angrily at them, likely demanding why they stopped. The alien said something in hasty response, pointing at me.

The leader's eyes widened, and she shoved the other out of the way, staring at me. No, staring at my face. It took me a second to even think it might be my scar.

Suddenly, she dropped to her knee in a bow. In a resonant voice, in clear English, she said "My Lady."

I stood there in shock as the other aliens dropped to their knees as well. So many questions, so few answers. Only two things were for sure.

One was that my life would never be the same.

The other was that many people would be sorry that they laughed at me.

You were born with an odd scar/birthmark on your face. When an army of aliens invade, their captain bows to you and says “My lord.”

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It took a long time to make the corpse look like you. A long time, but it would be worth it. At least you had all the stuff you needed to "prove" it was you.

You send the picture to the messager, captioned "Job done. Money?"

It wasn't long before the money was in your hands.

The person handing the money to you was also masked. That didn't matter though. Who they were wouldn't matter when they were dead.

They turned, and began to walk away. However, you knew what you were doing. Aiming at an exposed area of skin, you shoot a blow dart laden with enough tranquilizer to knock out a horse.

The tranquilizer takes effect too fast for the victim to cry out. It's not long before they're completely unconscious.

You slice their throat cleanly, and they stop breathing within moments. They're dead, and you're alive and paid.

You uncover their mask. What you see makes your heart nearly freeze.

It's one of your friends, or someone you thought was a friend. Where did they get the money? Why did they want you dead? So many questions, and not a single answer.

A cold feeling of dread settles on you, but you shake it off. You pick up the two corpses, and go about your routine of hiding the evidence.

You are an anonymous assasin taking hit requests online. Today you received a message with the title, ‘1 million for this one.’ Attached is a picture of yourself.

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It's a con.

There's a Homestuck panel.

And now there's a horse.

Nobody questions it.

You are a shapeshifter, but you can only turn into a horse. So to liven up your life, you get it to odd places, then turn into a horse.

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You always wanted to be an astronaut. At least you die fulfilling your dream. The cold is so intense, you can’t feel anything anymore. As you suffocate in the void, you gaze once more at your blue green planet and it’s pale drifting moon on a beautiful backdrop of stars. You can only mouth it’s name soundlessly. “Earth.” Then you close your eyes, and the pain vanishes. —————————–—--- You are a race of highly intelligent beings called the Hiean. It is a race of tall, elegant creatures with large eyes and long, gauzy hair. They’re an insectoid race, with thin exoskeletons covering their body in a range of pastels and two sets of arms. They inhabit a solar system revolving around a small bright star, glimmering during the day. As a child, you always stared up to the stars in quiet contemplation while the other children played Ikoriii. You were considered strange because of this. However, you were dreaming of your role as an adult. You always wanted to be an Aastru'nohut. Someone who explored the stars, found other worlds. Another world. —————----- You are living the dream. You are an elite Aausru'nohut. You are widely respected, and have been trusted with this mission to a planet containing life. It has been classified as T3rR-4, and may contain sentient beings. Your job is to confirm this, and you have a good feeling about it. You approach the system, your Cu-Pylit flipping a few switches. They look over to the side. “That planet is very blue,” they state, ever the one to state the obvious. “T8rR-4, wasn’t it?” You look at it, and a strange name pops into your mind. Neptune. You shake your head, clearing the thought. “Yes, that’s T8rR-4. Blue indeed.” The next planet you pass by your companion can’t help but stop to look at. “T7rR-4. The sideways planet. What a strange celestial body. What’s a good name for such a place, would you say?” Uranus You say this out loud to your Cu-Pylit, who stares at you in return. “A strange name for a strange planet,” they say in reply. You shrug your top arms. You don’t know where the names came from. As you pass through the system, more names pop up as you pass the planets. Saturn. Jupiter. Mars. You watch them, feeling a strange awe at seeing each, despite all the planets you’d seen over the rotations. It was as though these planets were a long ago dream of yours to see, and here you were. You try and push this thought away, however. Your ship is finally approaching T3rR-4. As you approach, you gaze at it, and can’t help feeling as though you’ve seen it before. You haven’t though… and yet you have, you’re sure of it. Yes, positive. A blue green planet, with its pale moon drifting near it, on the backdrop of a starry sky. You murmur something in awe, and your companion looks at you. “What did you say?” You repeat what you said once more. “Earth.”

Reincarnation is real, but the location of your death determines what you are reincarnated as. You are the first person to die in space.

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I'm glad you like it! I really like your au, and it was fun to do! Feel free to use it!

I have some designs in mind for a few of the others, so I'll post those when I finish them.

I got a new phone I can use a pencil stylus with, so have some real art.

Bloodswap Redglare, The Superior

Based on @askthebloodswaps au

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I got a new phone I can use a pencil stylus with, so have some real art.

Bloodswap Redglare, The Superior

Based on @askthebloodswaps au

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Hiveswap

So... Anyone else hoping it comes out on the 13th?

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What?

oh god what did i do

IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

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Western WA Weather Update

Other places: Oh look there's a bit of snow whatevs Here (and now): WHAT IS THAT FALLING FROM THE SKY IT'S WHITE AND WHAT AAAAAAAA WHAT DO WE DO OH GOD IT'S STARTING TO STICK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA