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 a loud noise that comes along with metal joints not being properly lubricated, the ornate steel gate swung open, revealing a long and winding cobblestone driveway that traversed up the hill from the street to the large mansion.

But I was uninterested in the gate; my eyes instead locked in on the two Aston Martin Luxury Sports cars and the Lambo in the driveway.

'They have big boy money, and it looks like there are a few younger people here; I don't foresee older folks necessarily owning a Lambo….no, they'd go after a Rarri instead, especially after those shows in the 70s made them popular with the older crowd.' As the town car came to a stop, I noticed a young man in his early twenties with brown hair, green eyes, and the attire one would expect from a typical posh rich kid.

The London Base of Operations (2)