Make my story - Writing challange

Class/Lore/Fanfic
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This challange is part of 2nd anniversary event

Task is simple - write a story/fanfic/poem.

There is a twist however - each person who /ins this challange gets a randomized ToL class, location and item and have to write about it (and publish in this thread).

For example:
Class - Invoker
Place - Jail
Item - Axe
Would be most likely a story about prince executing them. (ouch)

Don’t expect such easy combinations tho.
After all this task is meant to inspire creativness, not give obvious answers.

Event clariffication:
Each participant will get a 2nd anniversary lottery tickets, with bonus ones for extra entertaining solutions. :wink:

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#2

/In

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#3

/in

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#4

@Magnus

Class - Reaper
Location - Power Plant
Item - Hammer designed for usage by cats.

Now go and think of what could reaper do with this thing in power plant :wink:

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#5

@SirDerpsAlot

Class - Knight
Location - Batman’s hideout
Item - Invisible blanket

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#6

I might give it a shot. Does it have to be finished by tomorrow?

#7

The Reaper was having a bad time.
Gathering Souls was easy. Some of the best memories of his life involved collecting Souls. He collected thousands of Souls, Indeed! But not in a power plant. That was because the power plant was such a safe place. It was also dangerous, yes. But it was so dangerous that no accident could be possibly allowed to happen.
His scythe recently snapped. He wasn’t even sure how it had happened. Perhaps it had snapped from overuse. Perhaps it broke from underuse. It wasn’t supposed to break; maybe that was why he was feeling down.
He was using a squeaky cat toy in the meantime; a pink hammer. It would have been embarrassing if Death himself somehow happened to walk past, especially as Death used to be his teacher… But he wouldn’t come. He was dealing with a pestilence elsewhere, like a civilised collector of Souls.
The hammer couldn’t even extract a Soul if the victim was already dead. He’d have to be creative to keep a job. No one could see him as he drifted between the rooms, looking for anything helpful. Could he create an explosion? he wondered. No. That would cause alarms to go off and evacuation would begin too early.
Perhaps it’d be better to give up. But something in him rebelled at the thought. Never give up, he thought to himself. What else would he do with his time?
Death would be so proud.
He had an idea. Using the hammer, he spent some time pulling at wires in the central control station. If he were mortal, the heat would’ve seared the skin from his bones away. In fact, he already was sweating. After some time, he threw the hammer away. Useless.
IT DIDN’T WORK! The wires wouldn’t come loose. He couldn’t create the power outage. But maybe he didn’t have to?
He had his plan. He rerouted the wires to create a loop, an evercharging battery. Spilling some black Iiquid on the ground, now he needed a conductor of electricity. Perhaps… his eyes fell on the cat hammer. YES.
The lights went out. The building was filled with electricity. The doors weren’t working. People were screaming.
He felt no remorse.

Rushed.

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#8

By 10th Oct.

#9

Two days before my birthday.

#10

Alright
/In

#11

Class - Poacher
Place - Opera
Item - Uncomfortable bar of soap

@Jane

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#12

/in

#13

/in

#14

/In

THIS EVENT IS MADE FOR ME

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#15

/in

#16

/In

#17

/In

#18

/in

Alright, lets see if my 10th grader brain could write a story out.

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#19

there are two kinds of people

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#20

The duality of man.