Undecimber 6-10>"You just killed all of those people!"As you stare at the girl before you, a million questions run through your mind. Who is she? How did she do that? But one question stands above the rest..."What the hell is wrong with you?!" you shout suddenly, surprising even yourself, "You just killed all of those people!"The girl glares down at you, appearing annoyed."How ignorant of you." she says coldly, turning her back to you. "You should know that no one ever dies.""What are you talking about?! That thing was made out of people, and you just destroyed it! You just destroyed them!"You hear a sigh. The girl looks back at you, visibly dis
Undecimber 1-5Your name is Anele Nivose. You are a 19-year-old girl attending Fylleth Academy, an esteemed private school located in a town not empty enough to be in the middle of nowhere but not populated enough to be important.You also happen to have a habit of sleeping around.You wake up in a familiarly unfamiliar environment, more than satisfied as your mind drifts back to the night before. Really not a shabby escapade. An upscale hotel and a gentleman with red eyes and a hell of a lot of talent. Labeling it as merely "not shabby" was honestly an undeserved insult.It is at this moment that you notice the bed is empty. Not entirely concerned, you
[NNWM] C5: Support Your Local Classmate Bzzt. Saturday began so normally that Orange mostly forgot about the previous two days. He finally got his official name tag, made some coffee, delivered a message, filled a printer with new paper, and performed plenty more menial tasks that could've been completed by anyone who felt like leaving their cubicle. He didn't mind it at all. In fact, this was precisely what he had been expecting to do when he applied for the job. No panty raids with jerks that walk on walls, no mutating monster girls, no reality-bending little girls with an entourage of wacky tea party guests, and no misadventures in strange storybooks. Naturally, he couldn't
[NNWM] C4: Support Your Local Reality-Bender Bzzt. Orange's eyes shot open. Could it be? He really did just have a crazy dream? He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around for the source of the buzzing. Not on the bed, not in his pockets, not in a dresser, not on the nightstand, not on the table, not on the counter…when he finally found the buzzer, it was wrapped in something black by the door under the mail chute. He unwrapped it and realized it was a pair of Flann's panties with a note reading "You're stupid" attached. Deciding to move on with his life, Orange tossed the panties and the note in a drawer and decided to never think about them ever again. He answered the buzz
[NNWM] C3: Support Your Local Psychopath Bzzt. Orange looked down at his buzzer, surprised. Someone was already contacting him? Well, he wouldn't complain. The less downtime he had, the better! He flipped it open and gave the caller a pleasant "Hello! How can I help you?". "Look up." Orange furrowed his brow. Was this a prank call? Given that this dimension was essentially a clubhouse for wannabe villains, it wasn't that far-fetched of an idea. So he looked up and was suddenly up to three uteri. Another orange fellow – not quite as orange and Orange himself and definitely less friendly-looking – had somehow managed to stick himself on the ceiling. Before Orange coul
[NNWM] C2: Support Your Local Intern Orange woke up from a strange dream of underwater buffets. He was only distressed about not being able to eat his plate for a split second, because he realized he was sleeping in his very own room in the residential area of All-Conquering Overlord Hadris Torant's personal dimension. He had done it! He had gotten the job! His life had purpose! With a merry fluidity begging to be accompanied by a musical number, Orange got ready for the day and flung open the curtains. There was no better way to start the day than taking in the beautiful view before him. Such lovely nothingness! Such beautiful nonexistence! The void surrounding the collectio
[NNWM] C1: Support Your Local Job-Seeker He drummed his fingers on the magazine in his lap, too nervous to read it. Not that he would've understood a word of it. He couldn't read Spanish. But what if that was one of the requirements? What if he was supposed to be an expert in a variety of languages? He was doomed. His life was over. "Next!" the blue-haired secretary called out. Was it normal for hair to be blue? Oh God, what if abnormally-colored hair was a requirement? Was his hair orange enough to be considered abnormal? Was that stubborn strand that refused to stay down silly enough? The muscular man who had walked through the door at the secretary's call was suddenly flung
this was also homeworkPhillip and the MAGIC of Genocide!Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Phillip. Phillip went to go visit his grandfather. He wasn't very excited because his grandfather lived in a mental institution."Hi, Grandpa..." Phillip reluctantly greeted. As usual, his grandfather was too busy looking at internet porn to care. Phillip briefly wondered how Grandpa had access to internet porn in a mental institution, but he quickly remembered that he was a six-year-old in a children's book about genocide.Hoping that Grandpa would continue ignoring him, Phillip remained silent until he noticed a random book in the corner. Recognizing that t
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