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ImpressiveVideo3823 t1_iuabsix wrote

Reply to [WP] A while back, you and your friends started praying to a goddess you had made up as a joke. Unbeknownst to you, your constant prayers have made the goddess real and she’s eager to reward her faithful followers. by probablyagnome

I hardly remember the day we actually made the goddess up. We were all certainly very drunk. The goddess we 'prayed to' was a toad with long beautiful locks of blonde hair. She had a FULLY neon orange dress on, which looked quite odd on a frog, and all of us created art of her, which were the centerpiece of our shrine to her, which we prayed in front of. Sometimes it showed her as an anthro frog, sometimes literally just a frog with hair and an ugly dress. we couldn't decide, but each looked equally funny. Her name was Toadette, which wasn't very original considering it came from mario, but was perfect for her. We also made commandments and laws to follow under her. Such as "Thou must not hurt creatures with pimples." And "One may not kill or harm frogs nor toads".

Now she was before us. She was a godly figure. You couldn't tell whether or not she was anthro, because she was all. What the hell!? I think

She speaks up as we gaze at her, dumbfounded. "Hello my loyal followers. Your wonderful prayers have birthed my existence. I am the goddess Toadette. I wish to turn this currently pitiful world into a great one. One where frogs and toads are widely respected, viewed as the holy creatures they truly are. Today is the first day of that. They are taking over your government as we speak." At that, she gestures to the window where we see anthropomorphic and normal toads and frogs, all hopping about with weapons.

She continues.

"I am a benevolent goddess, so I will give humans equal rights." She smiles. "That is, as long as they respect toad and frogkind. You all are the ones who have created me...and for that I will bestow upon you all immortality, as well as deeming you high toads, the highest rank in this new religion." We all still have no clue what happening, but go along with it considering the fact that we are all either high so this doesn't matter, or it's real and if we defy her she'll kill us.

She in fact did stay true to her word. Those who bent to the religion were welcomed into a new, better world. Those who didn't well...It's forbidden to speak of them. It became the number one world religion, as no others were allowed. The highest crime was the harming of frog or toad, for which the penalty was torture and execution. The entire friend group stuck together as the high toads, bowing to the whims of their goddess. A truly frog world.

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ImpressiveVideo3823 t1_iu8oj06 wrote

Reply to [WP] A steampunk armoured train roars through a dusty canyon, carrying millions’ worth of gold and silver bullion to fund a war effort. Suddenly, shots are heard from the caboose, and someone shouts “DRAGONS!” by W1ngedSentinel

I hear screams all around me. I had been spaced out a moment before, even though I wasn't supposed to on guard duty, but now my features were alight with panic. How can I run from something that can fly, breathe fire, and eat you with one gulp? Is it here for the treasure? Will it leave us alone? All of these thoughts are hammering through my mind. Half of myself wants to book it, and the other half wants to hide, or better yet break down and cry. This resulted in me being frozen, physically shaking with fear. Then the dragon picked up the cart behind me, tore it away from the rest of the train, looked into it and tossed it with disinterest. How was it that close already!? A second ago it looked to be several hundred yards away!

I make up my mind, and shoot at it. It has little to no effect. Most of my shots are misses, as I'm still shaking, but the ones I do hit don't do anything. I try to think about what we've learned about dragon weaknesses, but it's a lot harder to act in the actual situation, I discover. All I can remember is someone in the class interrupting and saying that dragons have no weaknesses. "Well that can't be true!" past me thought, but to see one in the present made me think that classmate may have not been to far off.

Finally, I collect myself to a degree and run to the next cart. The dragon quickly dispatches another cart. And another. More yet. It soon begins to get annoyed by the little metal bits being shot at it, and grows more violent, instead actively seeking out people to eat them, claw at them, shoot them with plumes of fire. It moves with terrifying efficiency, and I know I won't be able to keep out of it's grasp for long. I'm getting out of breath now...The only thing I can do is jump off the train, but it's still moving, though more slowly, and it stops whenever the dragon tugs on it to get another cart.

I know the best option is to just jump off, but once again, I find myself frozen in the cold grasp of fear. I think I would have died there if it wasn't for a sudden lurch in the train that resulted in me being flung out of the cart I was in. The dragon opens the roof of another car. This time when the dragon picks up the car, it appears happy. That's the gold truck. It tears the car away, separating it from the rest of the train. We've failed to protect it, the train has been destroyed, and most of the people on the train have died.

I didn't do anything to stop it! Fresh tears leak from my eyes as I'm forced to acknowledge the burning wreckage before me.

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Dang no matter how hard I try the end of my stories are always just depressing as hell. Also sorry I forgot to add the DRAGONS part because I thought it said dragon singular.

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