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

There are times in my life when I feel borderline omniscient solely due to my observation abilities in tandem with my Talent. However, at the end of the day, I am FAR from all-knowing; thus, my need to seek higher forms of knowledge, and right now…was proving just how little I knew about certain things.

For three hours straight, all I did was input PC into the Instance Gate, one point at a time, and it wasn't until I had chugged down a dozen bottles of particle water and burned through well over 1000 PCs that I heard the faint click from the bronze gate, followed by the opening of a small one-foot door.

"About god damn time," I muttered as I swung forward slightly and gently placed the small driftwood totem into the empty compartment, and not even a fraction of a second after my hand left the little compartment did the door slam shut, followed by the sound of dozens of latches clinking into place.

Reunion