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WORLD PEACE IS NOT VIABLE; THE SPELL FAILS

I CAST NUCLEAR WEAPONS NEUTRALIZATION

I FIRE SEVERAL NUCLEAR WARHEADS

I STAB EVERYTHING WITH A SPEAR

I THROW MY BOW AT THE STRUDEL

THEN I STAB IT WITH AN ARROW

I CAST MAGIC MISSILE

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Aight, zone

So, quickie story thing exists now
But eh, I'm tired by a lot, not zoning yet but just saying

the slime hath not been slain.

And rip chat level has slain it yet again kinda maybe

But yay generally meh story due to not having many ideas as of current now exists for a temporary amount of time

I've kinda run out of ideas at this point since I'm getting tired but there slightly depressing comedy in a dystopia

In my drunken haze a large annoying fly with red and blue lights started hovering above my head and belch orders at me to move.
"Sir we realize you may or may not be suicidal but in the eventuality of the explosion we'd prefer as little nuclear shadows as possible for when we clean up this mess and rebuild the city. While we could build over your grave the people that would have to clean your shadow up would get depressed by seeing it and we wouldn't want that would we?"
"Oooh the robots been programmed to have a tongue hmm? Well... I'll have you knoo- *URP* -w that I... hold still maybe I can hit you with the vomit I'm about to emit."
"What a sorry excuse for a human being you are, at least us robots are made to be correct from the get go."
"Since having a bunch of people always being happy as can be and being incentivised to move away from their homes with lollipops is really living is it."
"Well studies have shown given there's a reward toward someones action that-"
"Oh shut up and when you clean up my shadow use your old oil or something."
"Fine, but know your next of kin will be fined for you being depressing and optimistic."

I went back to the bar and the bartender while packing up told me to feel free to drink anything he left behind, he really only picked up one bottle so I've just been hanging around the place waiting to get annihilated by a mushroom cloud.
The prisoners didn;t take long in crafting some scheme to ty getting their freedom, but most of them not being too far ahead in intelligence than their keepers ended up rigging the place to blow, full nuclear meltdown the whole nine yards.
Between all this and being labeled "unfit to work in any social job due to negativity and non progressive thoughts" (in this day and age it means getting a job as anything but a janitor becomes impossible) and the girl of my dreams dumping me cause of it.
The new ladys name is tequila vodka chardonnay and with evey shot of her love it knocks me more off my feet than the last.
Somehow I'd managed not to black out pass out or have my liver finally give so I stumbled into a good corner of the park and gave the misses a rest while I recuperated.

The night was still young at that point, well, night being more like blacking out from 1pm till 6pm and waking up in a dumpster but that's aside the point.
The night was young, then the obvious happened.
"Please remain calm, the power plant is currently under siege by local prisoners. Everything will be fine and all citizens who do not complain on social media will be delivered a free lollipop for your inconvenience."
The people calmly packed their bags and started walking out of the city with their damned grins and non caringness toward the situation, I'd already given up on society but this really just pushed it over the egde

The man had been walking along the streets for about two days, the city had been emptied of all it's residents three days ago but he'd stuck around considering what happened when the alarms had gone off.

"My name is Jenson, and the city is going to be vaporized in approximately 17 hours from now. If this recording at any point is found I sincerely hope the escapees from here also got caught in the blast since they deserve it."
It'd taken them quite some time but due to some voting process where only a select half of the populace if the city got to vote amongst other convolution and secrecy, the public voted to let convicts and prisoners still in prison run the power plant in the center of the city. Such an "progressive idea! I mean why pay workers to handle all this stuff when it could be done for free by our local friendly degenerates."
The worst part is that's ad verbatim what the lady at the podium said in front of city hall, I was already at the bar when I saw that flash on the television and I ended up drinking a quarter of a bottle more than I had planned to that night
(This is to be continued in a second, gotta do somethin)

genre? comedy.
and a mood? uh... utter despair and sadness.
cause that's always funny.

I can create full storys and concpets in less than 10 minutes with full ideas for story arcs and characters.
I do it constantly and would really love to do what I used to do a while back, called
NEXT GENRE
Pick a genre and mood and write until you've created one full scene at the end middle or just after beginning of a story.
I mean hell if you gave me genre and mood right now I could create another idea on the spot.

It's time to take a long, long nap, Johnny