TayLawJorg

Ten Years after the Descent to Earth of a Radical And All-Knowing System Called Arkadia, Life has changed in ways we could only surmise given we lived in a comic book. People with superpowers, Monsters, Heroes and Villains, Hell, there were even Other races coming out of the woodwork like Elves and such. Still, it wasn’t until The Extraterrestrials Invaded that things went from bad to worse. 

Yet, as if hope truly existed, 5000 of us Earthlings were given the opportunity to Head back into the past, only we didn’t know at the time there was a cost for doing so. By sending us back, the Descent Clock began, as Arkadia was pushed 10000 years into the Future, and it was up to us Returners to get things set back on course by changing the past to mold the Future.

And I, being a boogieman of a Villian in what I dubbed the Origin Timeline, have come up with thousands of potential ways to affect my new life, like stealing popular franchises to earn some long-term funds or….hunting down notorious Serial Kills and Solving long-standing Cold cases I had been curious about since I was a teenager.


**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS THAT OCCUR ARE PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES**

Additional TAGS: #MultipleRegressors,#IntelligentMC

The Villain's RE:Life

Taking a moment to weigh my options, I turned around and made my way back through the obstacles and to the computer chair parked in front of the desk.

Narrowing my eyes, I quickly placed the flashlight in my mouth to free up my hands and started measuring.

'Hmm,' stretching my arms out in a t-pose as far as they would go, I got a rough measurement of the width of the chair before spinning around and observing the open path to the safe.

For a few short seconds, I simulated the route I would need to take in an attempt to see if it was possible, but after the eight failed mental simulations, I gave up on that idea and dropped my arms.

'Fwwweeew, come on, Taylor, there has to be something around here that I can use.' Spitting out the flashlight and exhaling softly, I rotated my head around, looking for anything at all that I could use to reach the safe's dial.

Operation Swipe The Money! (2)