Wish Fulfilled

His name was Canard, and he came from the Frozen Norths. He was the greatest Axefighter the world had ever seen, and he fought on behalf of the downtrodden and weak. But he needed me around, and gave me all the rewards and spoils he got in exchange for me to hang around.

Not to help fight, I was useless. But his Gods had stated that true warriors had to die in battle but return home afterwards. I agreed to this, assuming anyone capable of killing him would kill me too.

But then we fought this necromancer...

He's coming home. 

Ring Around

When the phone began to ring, we looked at each other, scared.

After a long moment, I sighed and picked up.

"What?"

I listened to the psycho's instructions, about how only one of us would survive, that we had to decide who it would be, and that whoever it was that we decided to live should leave the room within 60 seconds.

I hung up, and told her that we had to leave the room, and made sure she left first so I could close the door behind her.

Should have known he was lying and reversed the outcomes involved. 

The McTavish Ranch Fire

The McTavish ranch burnt down one cold January night, and it changed four lives forever.

Mrs McTavish lost her husband and her son, and became a cruel, cold woman who took advantage of the kindnesses of the town.

Little Billy McTavish was kidnapped in rhe confusion and ended up riding with the Three Noose Gang.

The ranchhand Julio was blamed for the fire and was beaten and ran back over the border, quickly.

And Charles McTavish died, which is quite the change.

And yet, the person who started the fire ended up unchanged.

I got better at setting them though. 

Taken Down

After a short time enjoying the warmth of my sleeping bag, I got out of it and crawled out of the tent, only to find my camp fire had been fired back up and a man I didn't know sat by it.

"Morning?"

He didn't turn around.

"Apologies mister, but I needed one last warming of my bones."

"I'm not too worried about the fire. More wondering who you are."

"I'm the man who's supposed to be taking you back to face justice. But damn snake bit me. So unless you're willing to help-"

I was already swinging my axe.

Truly A Gentleman

The bar was fairly packed, loud music and louder conversations.

I finally got to the front row at the bar itself, and waited, while an attractive young woman was next to me.

As I watched, a hurried man behind the bar looked at me.

"Yeah?"

I gestured to the woman, who quickly ordered two drinks then turned to me and spoke quickly as her drinks were being made.

"I'm here with my boyfriend, not interested."

I quickly nodded and let her leave, while I waited for another bartender who hadn't made cocktails right after picking up garbage in his hands. 

Soul Liquidator

The first sword called Soul Liquidator was made as one of the first weapons ever, as the Twenty Gods fought to establish dominance in the new universe.

The second one was made a thousand years later in order to murder the God that had won the previous fight.

The third and fourth ones were made at roughly the same time by two princes looking to win their kingdom.

The fifth through nine millionth were inside a video game, and a whole lot of merchandise versions.

This last fact makes the spell that summons a random one nigh on totally useless.

Blown Chance

After the first warp portal was formed for a fraction of a second, unintentionally, in a laboratory in Germany, Humanity was contacted by the Galactic Collective, and negotiations began to have Humanity be allowed to explore the galaxy.

Most of the negotiation was internal, however, as there was one major political power that refused to accept there was a limit to what they could do. It was of course the one you're thinking of.

But the problem was solved when it was revealed they'd blown the first attempt from the Galactic Collective to contact us at some town called Roswell.