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

For all the build-up, concentration, and PC I spent using my first skill, I really do have to admit, it was a massive fucking letdown.

I guess that was to be expected, considering it was a Non-Rank basic Talent Skill, but still, as I stood rooted in place watching the ripples spreading across the surface of the lake, I found myself feeling the urge to throw a temper tantrum.

Eight Feet, and so slow that I could have physically thrown it ten times faster, that was the result of the expulsion step. Hell, I've seen falling leaves move farther and faster than I just fired my Geo-Bullet.

This skill is supposed to launch a projectile fast enough to kill opponents and cause damage, yet what transpired after nearly an hour of trial and error was like blowing a mouthful of air at someone.

Returning Home After A Long Grind