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

It didn't take long for the cluster of choppers to arrive near the platform, and they were taking turns unloading several soldiers and marines by way of a repelling rope.

The first ones to touch down on the shiny metal platform were, of course, the Marines, who I quickly surmised were part of the Special Forces unit MARSOC (Marine Forces Special Operations Command).

The instant boots began hitting the metal ground, I found myself staring at the barrels of multiple high-powered rifles while one person, a man, screamed orders at me.

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! DON'T FUCKING MOVE AN INCH!"

"Really guys, first you show up late to the party, and now you're pointing guns at a kid who isn't even a teenager yet, reallllll smooth. Then again, what do I expect from a group of Crayon eaters, all brawn, no brain…" Heaving a sigh, I augmented my throat and yelled over the sound of Helicopter blades.

The Military’s Arrival