Mr. Ger a member of a deadly group decides to leave the crew to concentrate on spending more time with his family.

But his daughter ends up joining his former buddies~ she doesn’t tell her Dad.

When he finds out about it, it’s almost a bit too late for her to just leave.

And her first assignment is to take out an ex member of the group: her father.

What now?

How extreme will she go?

Will her father be able to save himself & her, too, from the deadly dozen?

#Tokillornottokill ©

#StoryPromptsChallenge

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pkEa3TwTEUA

22.09.2020 (Mardi).

Those two questions will be answered

if you take up this challenge.

It's daunting.

It will require reading time.

It will take you on a different journey.

Halloween.

Space.

Eerie.

Do a spin off of this story

https://theprose.com/post/249394/bbq-day

Do a part 3 on this story

https://theprose.com/post/248894/return-trip-part-1

https://theprose.com/post/248898/return-trip-part-2

Write another tale about the town of Cantry

https://theprose.com/post/242752/death-in-the-dark-complete

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double

dog

dare

you.

REPORT TO WAFLEMIAN HIGH COMMAND:

EARTH DATE: 2998

REPORT FROM: WAFLEMIAN CARRIER #7 MAIN HANGER BRIDGE

REPORT TO: WAFLEMIAN CARRIER #7 MAIN COMMAND BRIDGE

DESCRIPTION OF THE DAY’S EVENTS:

The first, third, and fifth fighter squadron company went out this morning at precisely 7:15 A.M. Earth Time. They had an escort of seventeen light bombers, each fully stocked with munitions. Additionally, there were roughly fifty drones deployed along with these forces. in all, some two hundred ships were released from the MAIN HANGER.

At precisely 7:40 A.M. Earth Time, these forces engaged in combat. They attacked the enemy heavy star-fighter, “Nomad,” and managed to bring the ship down. The first ship to arrive back at the MAIN HANGER did so at around 1:00 P.M., and the last one, at around 2:10 P.M. In all, however, half of the first squadron company, a third of the third squadron company, and five ships in the fifth company, along with eleven of the light bombers and twenty seven drones, were destroyed by the enemy forces.

Of the roughly one hundred ships that returned, all but twenty fighters were in some way damaged, mostly with carbon scoring and scorch marks. Precisely three were suffering from major engine trouble, and twenty four, with minor engine trouble. As far as can be discerned, only one of the minor engine trouble accounts was the result of faulty engineering or construction of the engine. The rest all resulted from damage inflicted by the enemy.

As far as sentient casualties are accounted for, just over fifty friendly personnel were exterminated in the conflict. The numbers are as follows:

Human - 32

Unit - 16

Norak - 2

Seslov - 1

Mordok - 1

Judis - 1 (unconfirmed)

Write an interaction between two or more characters without any dialogue, communicating just through body language, mood, etc.

Write from the perspective of someone with a complete opposite viewpoint from your own.

Write a final showdown from the perspective of the villain.

Write a scene where you don’t use sight to describe things, only the other four senses.

Write a story that seems to be about one thing, but when you get to the end, you realize it was about something completely different.

Write a story with a killer twist.

Write a story where the twist happens in the middle.

Write a story that goes backward in time.

hope these are kind of what you are looking for. ^_^

So I recently came across this great aggregation of somewhat absurd honorifics:

ask.metafilter.com/327625/What-blatantly-ridiculous-titles-can-I-give-myself

With this in mind, here are some equally ridiculous prompts:

1) Write a character who lives an ordinary life but insists on being called by an over-the-top honorific. At some point, it turns out the Viscomte Twice-Removed of Their Imperial Majesties' Army Emeritus is, in fact, the highest honor where they come from...

2) A character goes to a dinner party / charity gala / high school reunion and jokingly introduces themselves using some absurd honorific. The herald (or other person doing introductions) doesn't catch on, and the next guest is introduced as the Lady Gertrude Abernathy, Dame of the Twelfth Dominion. There's no going back now - your character doubles down on their act.

3) Character meets a contingent from another civilization and performs a minor favor for them; for the rest of the trip, the aliens/elves/other refer to the character only by their new nickname. They keep trying to insist that's not their name, but the aliens/elves/other take no notice so character resigns themselves to it. Years later, they find out their coming was foretold by great prophecy, and the nickname is the name of the prophecied hero of the nation. [Note: this one gets funnier the more mundane the name, and the smaller the task. The Fated Champion of Qvrkfolk who saves them from a dragon is a trope; the guy trying to get home from work who helps some oddly dressed tourists change a tire on their minivan and is errantly but adoringly referred to as Steve for the rest of the story finds out that the aliens from the minivan were in a bind but now that they're back in their intergalactic empire are eternally grateful... ]

4) Your protagonist collides with a stranger on the sidewalk.

"Who do you think you are?" the stranger snaps.

"The Royal Imperator of Quince," character snaps back. "Who are you?"

Unfortunately for them, the Royal Imperator of Quince is a very important role in the kingdom of Qvrk, one that has been empty for hundreds of years. An emissary of Qvrk overhears and brings character back to Qvrm before they have the chance to protest that they don't even know what the Royal Imperator is supposed to do. They had better figure it out quickly though - Qvrm is preparing to go to war with their neighbors to the south, and people are starting to make comments that they're glad the Imperator is there to lead the armies into battle and ensure victory.

5) Your character is invited to a dinner party at a magician's house. They show up dressed nicely - an everyone else is in costume.

"Who are you supposed to be?" one of the other guests demands.

Your character makes up an absurd title, and plays the role for the duration of the party. The host winks knowingly when your character introduces themselves, but lets the bending of the rules go unchallenged. The next morning, your character receives a piece of mail "humbly submitted to his lordship, the Grand Vizier Steve, Baronet of the Western Lands and Minister of the Wardrobe". As the week progresses, they find their life slowly being eclipsed by their fictional persona. [Extension: they try to return to the magician's house to ask him how to fix their conundrum, but the house is no longer there and never has been].

Polly Malkovich had always loved backward Camborne with its massive, many mountains. It was a place where she felt jumpy.

She was a giving, malicious, tea drinker with solid eyelashes and scrawny lips. Her friends saw her as a massive, many muppet. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a helpful old lady. That's the sort of woman he was.

Polly walked over to the window and reflected on her dirty surroundings. The sun shone like sitting ostriches.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dick Wishmonger. Dick was a brave juggler with eyelashes and red lips.

Polly gulped. She was not prepared for Dick.

As Polly stepped outside and Dick came closer, she could see the helpful glint in his eye.

Dick gazed with the affection of 3023 bold damp donkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."

Polly looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the ripped map. "Dick, I've got a new job," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two angry, adorable aardvarks bouncing at a very sympathetic Halloween party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two deranged uncles jogging to the beat.

Polly regarded Dick's eyelashes and red lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Polly with a delighted grin.

Dick looked ambivalent, his emotions blushing like a powerful, pong piano.

Then Dick came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END