HandsomeKimDokja

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise."

That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. 

However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?”

"Great, another joker."

But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.”

Plot Armor Agency Server :
https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B

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Plot Armor Agency

Damian's face was knotted in confusion, his brow furrowed deeply as if trying to unravel a particularly troublesome puzzle. His thoughts were swirling like a tornado, chaotic and unresolved.

General Sadistic noticed the troubled expression and raised an eyebrow. "What's the problem, lad?" he asked, his voice steady but curious.

Damian let out a small, frustrated sigh, shaking his head as he replied. "I know this might sound idiotic, crazy even, especially after all the time I've spent here, but it's been bothering me a lot."

General leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Go on. What's been troubling your thoughts?"

Damian took a moment, rubbing the back of his neck before speaking. "It's about Plot Armor," he said, the words heavy with the weight of confusion.

General's face remained impassive, waiting for more.

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