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

Standing my ground as the horde of Zombies rushed through the hole opened up by the injured Death Knight Grade Undead that Brenden had been fighting, I activated my Psy-Kinesis, then triggered my Augmentation skill, enhancing my legs to the maximum.

Then, with a smirk plastered across my hidden lips, I raised up the frisbee-sized device, toggled two switches, and flung it directly at the DK.

The instant the disk left my hand, I kicked off the ground, propelling myself backward, and watched as the undead acted in a manner befitting a monster of its intelligence.

Believing the disk to be a weak attack, the undead moved to slash through it with its sword, but right before it made contact with the device, my chilling voice filled the tunnel.

Art...Is an Implosion