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Prompt: "We need to get out of here, this place isn't cursed...It's radioactive!"
Genre: Medieval

A luminescent blue light surrounded the room after Wembly --the squat, short, portly gnome joined by a group of dwarves -- swung away at the cave walls with his pickaxe. He gawked at the shiny beam of light radiating through the hole he made. "Ooo, shiny" Wembly whispered loudly as he attempted to touch the new made hole, but a burly dwarf known as Bromidar with a long braided red beard that went to his knees swatted Wembly's pudgy hands away. "Wembly, no." The dwarf said with a stern face. "Okay Mid, I won't." "Stop...Don't call me that" Bromidar glared at Wembly. "What? I thought it was a cool nickna---"

Bromidar the burly dwarf put his finger up to Wembly's mouth to shush him, then rapidly turnt to the rest of the beard of dwarves. "We need to get out of here, this place isn't cursed...It's radioactive!" The dwarf exclaimed, but tried to maintain a calm, cool front despite fidgeting a bit. There were sounds of gasping and muttering that arose amongst the group. "What are we to DO Bromidar?!" one of the dwarves named Squelchy squeaked as he dramatically fainted into another dwarves arms.

Bromidar sighed and shook his head. "We just need to talk to the alchemist in town and get out of --- DAMNIT WEMBLY!" Wembly had stuck his finger in the hole and took it out. His finger turnt to a glowy, violet hue and soon turnt his entire skin purple. "Look! I look like a blueberry!" Wembly said chuckling with amusement wiggling his appendages, looking rather pleased with himself.

"You fool!! You're infected now! Oh my -- what is mother going to say..." Bromidar felt flustered and his face fell. His family took in Wembly when he was a wee little...well...Littler gnome, but was treated like the rest of the dwarves. At first the others weren't too keen on having an outsider just walk into their lives, and were about to riot, but a then-young Bromidar reassured them by saying "Hey, at least he's not a knife-eared fool".

The rest of the rock-brained dwarves pondered that for a very brief moment and thought "Oh yeah, the knife ears are pompous, scum who parade around in their strange tighty-whitey attire and have no more brain than stone...Everyone knows us dwarves are LOADED with stones. What lithe lanky miscreants they were." They scowled at the idea of any silly willy knife-ear even THINKING of stepping foot into their land.

"Is that really how it went? Also, why are you guys so racist towards elves?" questioned Wembly as he saw the flashback that Bromidar was thinking as he pondered on what to tell their mother what happened to Wembly in case he were to pass away. "Wait, what are you talking about?" an astonished and flabbergasted Bromidar inquired. "Idk, ever since I turnt into this giant, glowing, blueberry, I can hear what you were thinking about".

Bromidar gasped as his mouth fell to the ground. His adopted brother was INDEED inflated and did look like a giant blueberry.
"Okay...Let's just...Let's just go home Wembly. CREW, PUSH THE PURPLE LAD! GNOME MORE ROAMING AROUND!"

"Do we HAVE to?" the short, hairy men asked, groaning. "I don't want to get infected by that FREAK!" squeaked up Squelchy, who MAGICALLY wasn't passed out anymore. Though, Squelchy was known to exaggerate and tell ***-and-bull stories occasionally.

"SHUT YEE MOUTHS, AND GNOME MORE EXCUSES"

The forge of dwarves groaned at the awful puns and obliged to the leader's request, but decided to lasso Wembly with a rope and dragged him out of the cave, as no one else wanted to become a colossal indigo-coloured vaccinium darrowii like that stoneless gnome who always tagged along with Bromidar like a lost whelp.

Poem: Ode to a Vivacious Dog
Genre: Death
Context: I made this poem for a friend who was grieving the loss of her pet dog

Mirthful, playful, and vivacious
He ran around and was courageous
In his youth, he loved to swim
As he grew older, he preferred to stay in
With his beautiful heart and cordial disposition
He made the world feel easier to live in
Though he felt enervated and tired as the years went by, he had a doting family whom he devoted his time.

You can tell that love radiated within him
Albeit, some may say his light went dim --
But that is not true! Because he lives within
The many, marvelous memories he created at home
Never once in his life did he feel alone
He would not want you to blame yourself
You gave him SO many jubilant years, to be exact -- twelve
It's time for him to leave and I'm sure if he were here,
He would tell you...
"I love you"
In a voice most sincere

Writing Project: Omegatropolis
Genre: Sci-Fi, Modern, City
Context: Someone requested assistance with creating their futuristic city that they called "Omegatropolis", so I did the writing and came up with some activities. Not a full-on roleplay, but more of a writing project.

Thick, white clouds of smoke billowed from out of the enclosure you laid your body in. The smoke made you cough and you felt a little light-headed. You attempted to look out from the enclosure you were in, but could only see thick clouds of smoke. Where were you? Why were you in this container? Is anyone else here or are you alone? What is going on?
A voice tempestuously interrupted the thoughts circling around in your head.
"Welcome to Omegatropolis!" it said in a chirpy, cheery voice that didn't quite sound human. It sounded...a bit like an A.I. voice.
Was someone pranking you and using Siri's voice?

Before you could ask any questions, a robotic arm grabs you and holsters you out of the small, pocketed area that seemed to fit your body cozily, as though it was built for you. Now that your out of the smoke, you see a room filled with other chambers and a small robot peering up at you. You cleared your throat and attempted to speak, but no sound came out.

[IMAGE of robot here]

"Oh, since you just got out of the cryogenic chamber, there are some side-effects you may feel" chirped the jubilant robot once more, while looking through some information with a holographic device. "Some side affects may include: dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, temporary muteness, constipation, explosive diarrhea and short-term memory loss" the robot prattled.

"By the way, I am robot #808813, but some humans like to call me 'Bobbie' for some reason" the robot enthusiastically explained as it gestured for you to follow it. "I have to go report back to my commander soon, but I can take you over to our library. The library assistants will be able to assist you with anything you need. If they are unable to, you may always reach out to the head librarian, Ms. Cerulia. It's a bit rare if we do catch her -- she's usually quite busy or sticking her head in a book somewhere else -- out of sight from everyone."

You follow Bobbie out of the building you were before and peered out at the vast city that lies ahead of you.

[IMAGE of city here]

(( 7cups is giving me a hard time with posting the pictures... :( I'll put it down as a reply, maybe? ))

Writing Project: Beasts of the Ring
Genre: Medieval Fantasy
Context: This was entered in for a job position -- didn't get it, however, I have permission to upload the writing I did. Names, Locations, and Title of project have been modified. The original prompts have been slightly modified to change the names and locations. I found the images to go along with the story lol. Also note, the races are DnD based.

Setting

Location - Terrandeus

Prompt: ❝It is said that long ago, it was the meeting place for the Gods banquets. Considered a mysterious forest which none dare to harm, it is filled with energy of the fey & ancient treants who guard their realm.❞

Image Source: Deep in the Forest lighting scenarios - John Teodoro
Leaves rustled as the wind blew gently through the forest. While entering the outset, there appeared to be no other living organisms around. However, the creatures of the forest were all around the area, merely concealing their existence. The treants were tree-like creatures who could easily pretend to be one with the woodland. The fey, from far away, appeared to be fireflies floating around the forest.

Many moons ago, it was known that this forest was a place where the Gods would meet for a banquet. This banquet area was deep within the forest, well hidden away and out of sight of mere mortals. Only those who the faes and the treants deemed worthy would reveal themselves to them. Mere mortals who would pass this forest did not dare steal, loot, nor harm any of the creatures of the forest. As these creatures could prove to be brutal when necessary.

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