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

One word could describe how I felt the moment I finished my first Circulation of the Hidden Vestiges of Physicality….DISGUSTING!

From head to toe, I was drenched in the foul grey fluid, exhausted by the completion of my first Cycle; it felt as if I had been dipped in peanut butter.

'Blegh…that's nasty.' spreading out my fingers and observing the sticky substance drawing strings between them, I felt the strong urge to take a dozen showers, but unfortunately, that wasn't in the cards.

Between being far too short to even turn the water on and being too young to be allowed to bathe alone, I knew my options were severely limited, so I did the next best thing.

I opened up the Arkadia Shop, navigated to the MISC Shop, located some anti-bacterial wet wipes, and began taking, as my father used to call it, 'a bird bath'.

Improvements