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Plot Armor Agency

"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 Also on RoyalRoad.

HandsomeKimDokja · Fantasía
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Hundred Fold!!

Kyle leaned in, shaking his head with a grin. "Man, I love the drama. But these two? They're gonna lose it before this round's even over! If they don't make it to 500..."

Damian furrowed his brow, clearly confused. "Why 500? Is it that important? There's clearly a massive crowd here, right? Shouldn't it be easy to hit that number?"

Kyle glanced at Damian, his lips curling into a smirk that suggested a mix of amusement and pity. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if Damian had asked the most naïve question ever. "Ah, you really don't get how this place works yet, do you?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked at the glowing screen. "Alright, listen up."