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

With my personal scolding on repeat in my head, I gingerly held a five-gallon gas can while going around the room, splashing it all over the walls.

Once that room was finished, I changed the can out for another and moved about the Clinic, systematically painting the walls, floor, and ceiling of the building one by one until I finally reached Harlow's office.

Walking over to the desk, I took out three more cans of gas and started dumping it all over the place, coating every square inch of the office, including the ceiling, with gas without forgetting to splash some on the corpse as well.

WEEEE WOOOO WEEEE WOOO

By the time I finished up with the Clinic, and was ready to leave, I could hear the sounds of sirens whizzing by as they rushed to fight the growing fire over at SonnyBrook, completely unaware that another was about to be started here.

Let It Burn (3)