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

'Watch your mouth, Taylor; I am your father, not one of your little friends.' The moment the words entered Brenden's and my minds, the two of us looked at each other and smiled with reminiscent expressions.

'Damn, I haven't heard that in years,' Brenden said as he thought back to all the thousands of times that catchphrase had been used on us growing up.

'I know, right? It really takes you back, any little reason or witty remark we had as kids, and BOOM, I'm not one of your little friends, HEH, as if I had friends, to begin with.' I chimed in before my thoughts were interrupted by a thump in the back of my head.

'Hah, fucking loner, unlike you, I had PLENTY of friends,'

'I can hear you remember, and I will not stand for being called a horn dog; I am clearly a gentleman.' My father stated with crossed arms and defiance in his voice…er…mental voice.

Preparations for April 20th, 1999 (1)