Tropical Punch

Glory was ill at ease looking through records and working with the Custodians of Earth's AI, much preferring to get out there and punch criminals.

But too many of her familiar enemies had a connection to a finance company based in an otherwise empty island land.

It took hours of work, but eventually Glory and the AI found the woman behind what turned out to be a ponzi scheme ripping off supervillians.

Glory found it distressing that it was best to leave it running and hope it took down more people when it collapsed.

It wasn't quite the same punch.

Bridge Tale

The bridge spanned multiple lands, multiple worlds, multiple times. It was said that there was an end, but only one, and that it existed long before any and all beings, and would stand long after.

Many souls travelled their lives on the bridge, others stayed put to trade and bridge the bridgefolk and the others together.

There was a few times when a race or an empire tried to rule the bridge, or use part of it in their petty wars, but only when they had forgotten the last time that was tried, when the bridge took its bloody toll.

Fighting On

The expectation was that the Humans would realise they had no chance against our superior firepower, and would surrender. But they fought on.

So we destroyed their outposts, one by one, systematically removing them, presuming they needed tangible proof of our greatness. But they fought on.

Encasing their homeplanet in a pulse field took just a few days, and their subjugation would take much sooner, we assumed. But they fought on.

So we slaughtered them, to the last, removing them from the universe. They could not fight on from that.

But then they become the rally cry for everyone else.

Cuffed

I sat in the back of the police cruiser, staring at the shotgun clamped 'securely' in the rack. I idly pulled my wrists back and forth behind my back, the handcuffs secure.

Then I heard the scream. I would have been confused, had I not already heard it before.

I moved my wrists faster, harder, hoping to break them sooner rather than later.

I saw one of Them approaching the cruiser.

I hooked the cuffs in front of the shotgun and jimmied the trigger until it broke the cuffs, shot  It, and took off one of my hands.

Worth it.

The Tribe Gathers

The Tribe gathered several times each season. Feasts, births, deaths. But not every gathering was intended. Sometimes Everyone gathered due to some external force.

If The Island was unusually cold for a long time, The Tribe would gather in the caves for warmth, or if it was hot, they would gather in the lagoons.

Today, there was an amazing display on the horizon, some sort of clouds, that gathered The Tribe on the beach as they all looked on in confusion and wonder, neatly gathered for the Empire's ships to land and gather up the heathen savages for transport away.

Worship Choices

Tied to a rune covered platform, staring up into a swirling maelstrom of fire and energy, while a mad high priest continued his summoning of an avatar of his deity that would consume my soul and then inhabit my now empty body.

Certainly a moment to reconsider one's life choices, specifically those that led to my being a hero adventurer.

And then the ritual ends, the energy dissipates, and the amassed worshipers look on hopefully at you, who is very much the same person as before the ritual began.

How often does one get to choose to be worshipped, anyway?

Today

Today was not great.

Today, not to put too fine a point on it, sucked every disgusting body part, all at once.

Today saw several minor things go wrong for me, a jammed finger, a misplaced twenty, an overcooked meal.

Today also saw the culmination of a few major things that ended badly, a rejection letter, a rejection in person, and a rejected credit card.

Today wasn't too crash hot for the world at large on average, not enough good days to balance out the bad.

Today was bad.

Today was horrible.

Today really, really sucked.

Today is not tomorrow.