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

"AHH, WHAT THE FUCK!!" Brenden screamed as he felt the slight bit of weight added to his belt.

"TAYLOR!!!" Holding his hands out to the side in a T-pose, Brenden went completely still as if any slight movement would set the particle grenade off.

"Oh, will you quit being such a little bitch? I just told you the damn thing is deactivated so long as it's in the pouch on your belt, hell even if you got hit by a tank shell, it wouldn't go off. So long as it's in that pouch, there is ZERO risk of it blowing up, not to mention you first need to pour Particles into it, then hit the button." Rolling my eyes at how dramatic my brother was acting, I tossed out a few more odds and ends, like a compact rope and such, that could all be useful to him if the need arose.

"I am NOT being dramatic; you just strapped a bomb to my hip that can level five city blocks! Inactive or not, a BOMB IS A BOMB!" He complained without dropping his arms and continuing to stay frozen in place.

Boom...or I Guess No Boom...