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

Although I made a big scene in leaving Harlow's office, in actuality, all I did was go down the hall back to the clinic lobby. I mean, come on, it isn't like I can teleport or anything; I'm just able to move slightly quickly….

Stepping foot into the lobby, I made my way behind the receptionist's desk and plopped down at the computer, which, although practically brand new for the time, looked like a dinosaur to me.

Luckily, the computer was still on, only in rest mode, so tapping on the keyboard a few times woke it up, and a long-forgotten operating system greeted me.

'Holy fuck, it's good ol Windows 96…damn,' a little excited, I reached for the bulky mouse to the right of the keyboard and chuckled a little bit when I noticed it was one of the ones with a cement ball coated in rubber.

Erasing the Paper Trail