Daniel Thompson
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The blood-red words hung in Henry’s vision as he felt something slither under his flesh, a virus. He tried to shake it off, pulling his body in every direction, yet the words followed and the miserable feeling only increased. Static noise filled his head. Henry tried to reach out to the overlord for help, but he couldn’t keep his thoughts straight. His body refused to move; even his throat felt clogged as if some magical force had shoved a pylon down it. He screamed. His flesh burned as divine…
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“Can someone please explain to me why we let Rock handle the cooking?” Eve looked across the clearing at the enormous gem golem wearing an apron and attempting to cook pumpkin soup. Rock was over three meters tall, with various stalactites of gems coving his back. Nobody knew where he came from, but he was famous in the Empire for stories about how a few dumb nobles died trying to capture him and mine the gems off his back. A man wearing a bright blue business suit combed back his silky black hair…
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Victor metaphorically closed his eyes and spread out his influence. He found himself in an endless void floating above a black ocean. Ripples went out in all directions like sonar waves and made small skulls rise to the surface; these nodes were members of his undead army. Some were tiny, while others were blazing suns of power, such as his henchmen. Despite Terry’s unassuming appearance, within the black ocean, he was a rock of pure light. “Terry.” Victor sent a voice message. It hopped across the…
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Earlier that morning, after returning to the ice sculptures, Victor ordered the horde of goblins to set the carriages down. He then had Alice rest inside the old carriage used by the head of the merchants; he also made sure a merchant placed a small portion of jerky alongside a water skin next to her. “That should be enough for now.” Finally, he disabled his Stealth and appeared before all of his minions. “Merchants, gather here.” All five dead men nervously glanced at each other before stepping…
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Alice sat upon a couch carried by two goblins; the traveling situation had baffled her at first, but after parading through the cursed forest in such style for a while, she had changed her opinion on the matter. The slight rocking from side to side as each goblin took a step forward upset her sensitive stomach, but she much preferred this bizarre form of transportation over walking endlessly for hours. The two had traveled in mostly silence as Alice was beyond nervous. She didn’t believe that Terry nor…
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Despite the nippy weather, a thin sheen of sweat covered Alice’s brow as she approached the final ice sculpture. Her entire body was racked with exhaustion, but she soldiered on as this was a task given by the overlord. Just one more! she mentally cheered herself on as no one else would. She dragged herself before that massive piece of cursed art one foot after another. Sometimes the ice obscured or warped the features; other times, there was so much blood Alice debated if there was even a creature…
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Alice awoke to dead silence. The familiar sounds of birds chirping away or wooden wheels creaking as they followed along half-trodden country paths were gone. Just cold, dead silence. Yet the ceiling was familiar, one of a carriage. Although it was clearly of higher make than the one she had been transported in, the wooden boards had a fresh lick of paint and a fresh wood smell that tickled her nose. “That also smells good,” she mumbled. A plate of beef jerky lay beside her alongside a full waterskin.…
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Victor watched the undead charge through the barren forest toward the merchant caravan. I wonder what wares they have? Perhaps some useful items I can utilize to make my pet’s life a little easier. He paused for a moment at that thought. Why did he think of humans as pets? Then, looking down at Alice, he pondered, Hard to take them seriously when they are so small, even though I know they are intelligent, I just feel so…superior to them? It’s hard to imagine I was that weak. Look at her shivering in…
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Victor followed his goblin servant with newfound anxiety. How should I approach this? My maxed-out Raise Undead skill allows the dead to keep their memories. Interrogating information will be a breeze, so should I keep any of them alive? After arriving at a clearing, the goblin scampered off and left Victor with five gruff-looking merchants. One was constantly checking a crude compass that pointed toward the fleeing girl around a hundred meters away. Merchants means there is civilization nearby. That at…
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“Who would have thought being a world-ending monster would be this boring?” The twin-headed snake with black draconic scales that could rival the size of a bus let out a screech as Victor slowly sliced it into well-measured pieces. “Despite my cruel actions, I feel nothing.” “NOTHING!” Victor grabbed the snake’s head in his meter-long claws, leaving long incisions. The monster’s beady eyes shook with fear as if pleading for its life. “Days, weeks, maybe even months have passed. The…
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