DemoloRD - Stories&Comments

In DC?

What began as a routine spring day quickly spiraled into chaos with the sudden arrival of a freak thunderstorm—one so bizarre that even the most seasoned meteorologists were left baffled. Amidst the downpour, I, in a moment of reckless curiosity, found myself standing on a fourth-floor balcony, pondering something as mundane as a salary increment. But fate had other plans. A series of multicolored lightning bolts struck, enveloping me in their electric embrace and flinging me into an alternate reality. As I regained my bearings, I found myself at the epicenter of a catastrophic explosion at S.T.A.R. Labs—a scene that seemed eerily reminiscent of the fictional world from the TV show The Flash. With the boundaries between fiction and reality blurred, my life took an unexpected turn. Faced with this strange new world, I was thrust into adventures and challenges that I never could have imagined. But what brought me here? And why?

DemoloRD · TV

4.4

97 Chs

In Minecraft or...?

In the hushed corners of contemplation, a voice resonated, pondering the unfolding day to shake off the looming threat of monotony. However, these introspective musings tiptoed on the paradox of time, sidestepping the elusive "Sense" that could define past, present, or future. As the voice's possessor plunged into profound thought, or at least pretended to, a glint sparked in eyes defying conventional description – eyes of nothingness, perhaps. "Interesting. Someone who could truly perceive and grapple with the concept of my existence," the voice quipped, its prior contemplation replaced by a smirk. This entity, an amalgamation of extreme allure and repulsiveness, defied comprehension with its indescribable nature. Laughter erupted, echoing with amusement as if the being had been birthed by an external force, unveiling access to an unimaginable world. A world made conceivable by the individual attempting to grasp the essence of the being from the inception of this peculiar synopsi... ... "HA HA HA HA HA HA... You indeed are a fascinating individual. HA HA HA HA HA..." reverberated through the metaphysical space. Now, it was the being's turn. "It's my turn now," the being declared with a smirk, weaving a narrative that unveiled the author's predicament – a narrative of the fanfiction "In Minecraft or...?" "As the words automatically started to appear in the Synopsis of the Fanfiction," the being described, the author, witnessing the unfolding chaos, futilely attempted to close the Webnovel application. The being, noting the non-reactive author, decided it was time for a conversation. "UHUM UHUM Throat clearing sounds," the being interjected, "I said or at least typed to have a conversation with you, and also could you please dry your sweat-covered forehead?" The being's words hung in the digital air. "I apologize if I have offended 'Your Highness' in any way or by anything inappropriate I might... I mean I have typed or done," the author humbled themselves in front of the Greater Being. "Hoo, 'The Greater Being' a good name you got there for me to take, you may from now on use 'TGB' to mention me," the being responded, acknowledging the shock on the author's face as thoughts were transcribed. "What may this humble servant be of use to 'Your Highness' TGB? Please order, and it shall be done," the author, known to all his readers as DemoloRD, expressed, interjecting an awkward laugh about the inadvertent recording of their thoughts. "Well, you don't have to worry about that, as I won't order you to unalive yourself, and you could also stop talking/typing in sub servitude to me. You can just be yourself, so talk/type the way you normally do. And also, I have made it that your thoughts wouldn't be written until you want your thoughts to be written," TGB assured, breaking the chains of imposed etiquette. "Well, thanks for that. So, what can I do for ya?" Author queried, sensing a release of burden. "Well, as you can see/feel? that I was getting bored and didn't have anything to do, you caught my attention, and after seeing your IRL situation, I thought of something entertaining," TGB explained with a smirk. "Don't tell me you're thinking what I'm thinking, yet you're thinking totally opposite of my thinking," Author chuckled, attempting to decipher the enigmatic being's intentions. "Yup, and since you were already thinking of writing this fanfiction, why not make it almost realistic," TGB suggested with an amusing and evil smirk, setting the stage for Author's unique adventure in the world of Minecraft. And so, with a triumphant TAH TA DAH by the enigmatic TGB, the curtain rose on DemoloRD's journey, promising both fortune and misfortune, and the audience waited eagerly to witness how this unwitting author would entertain them all in the intricate realm of Minecraft.

DemoloRD · Video Games

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2 Chs

Time-Leap with Certain Possibilities.

"What is fate? Are the choices we make considered fate? What determines someone or something's fate? These are the questions our protagonist/MC will ponder throughout his mystical journey. These peculiar events will shape the fate and destiny of both the protagonist and his world, challenging him to protect those he hold dear. His adventures begin with the discovery of the possibility of time travel." *** In the shroud of midnight's deepest darkness, atop the loftiest peak, a spark ignited with sudden brilliance. As the spark intensified, it drew the attention of onlookers. Some were gripped by despair at this unexpected anomaly, while others erupted in joyous celebration. With each crescendo of despair and cheer, the spark burned brighter. Flash, Rumble, and Boom—intense light illuminated the heavens, accompanied by the cacophonous symphony of thunder and lightning. It felt as though doomsday itself was on the doorstep. As the initial shock wore off, people snapped into action, desperately seeking refuge to safeguard their fragile lives. Meanwhile, those who reveled in the chaos reveled even more, finding perverse joy in the despair of others. *** Amidst this unfolding spectacle, the initial spark transformed into a radiant, swiftly rotating circular object, periodically emitting sparks of electricity. As the circular object's rotation gradually decelerated, three silhouettes came into view. The boy, around 17 years old, possessed a sharp visage, handsome features, vantablack hair, and gray eyes that fluctuated in color with his emotions. He tightly held a beautiful girl with soft skin, alluring blood-red eyes, silver-blonde hair, and an hourglass figure. Together, they gazed to their left, where a gorgeous young woman of their age captured the boy's attention. What fascinated him the most were her brown wolf-like ears and a constantly wagging tail, accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. As the radiance of the circular rotating object dimmed, they all found themselves in a heartfelt group hug, reunited in this mystical moment. *** After some time, the three of them resolved to investigate the peculiar situation they found themselves in. While the girls marveled at their surroundings in awe, the boy's attention was drawn to a letter displayed on the control panel of his "Time Machine."

DemoloRD · Sci-fi

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22 Chs

Extracting Fiction

In a world where life's challenges are not inherent, the pursuit of one's desires proves elusive. Our protagonist, however, is an exception to this case, for this isn't his first life—he's been granted a rare second chance at existence. The central question emerges: What would one do with the opportunity of a second life, a chance to live on their own terms and pursue every desire? This contemplation lingers in the backdrop, exploring the elusive 'Meaning' of existence. The narrative takes a humorous turn when, amidst these profound musings on life, an infant protagonist wails, questioning the cosmic injustice that led to his current predicament. His exaggerated cries echo with the sentiment, 'What bad Karma did I have to deserve this torturous PAIN?!?!' To unravel the mystery of this seemingly exaggerated pain, we journey back to the beginning, peeling back the layers of the protagonist's unique experience, exploring the challenges and opportunities of a second life with a blend of introspection and humor. ~~~ A.N. - Greetings, dear readers! I must humbly admit that I am a novice writer, navigating the intricate world of storytelling. Brace yourselves for an abundance of errors—yes, I mean a considerable amount. As for updates, there's no fixed schedule, so consider yourselves intrepid explorers in the realm of uncertainty. Good luck to those who find themselves enamored with this "Imaginative Property" and desire more. It's important to note that, apart from my "Intellectual Property" and the original characters within, nearly everything else is not of my creation. On a personal note, I've woven my own perspective and personality into the fabric of the protagonist. Should his demeanor ruffle any feathers, I kindly suggest you cease reading forthwith. A fair warning: this 'Imaginative Property' carries the essence of my imagination, but I implore you not to let it sway you too heavily. Should you find yourself molded by its influence, akin to my own experiences, you might come to regret it. Embark on this literary journey with caution, and may the words both challenge and entertain you. [DemoloRD]

DemoloRD · Book&Literature

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35 Chs

In I.C.U in MCU?

One might find themselves questioning their reality and existence itself if they also face a being proclaiming itself as a "God". To be honest, some might even see this situation as one's dream come true. In these dreams, they almost always see themselves as the "Protagonist," with the freedom of choice, saving damsels in despair, making a harem, face-slapping arrogant young masters, and conquering existence and non-existence itself. That's what has been the norm in fictions, non-fictions, and fan-fictions, and it will remain the same because of humans who are not willing to acknowledge the simple fact that they aren't the protagonist of a story. The existence doesn't revolve around them as they believe it to be. Now, there would be a lot of questions like, "What makes you think this fan-fic is any different?" And to answer that question, it isn't any different. However much I want to integrate myself or my plot into this story, I won't be able to achieve that. Simply because this story wasn't mine to begin with, and I can never be a part of it. As for what this fan-fic is about and what "I.C.U" means in the title of this story, well, you'll have to read at least a few chapters before you know where I am heading with this story or at least where I am trying to go. *** Now, here's the synopsis of the story for those who are eager to start reading this tale. *** In some place of questionable origin, an individual suddenly found himself appearing inside this confusing and headache-inducing space. Now, one may ask, what is this questionable place? It's denoted as a questionable place because each individual's description of this space differs from person to person due to differing perspectives and imaginations. In actuality, only some of you might question yourselves with "How? What? Why? Where? and When?" did they get here, but most would just simply shrug it off as a "Dream" and decide to do whatever they might have always wanted to accomplish. Just like what our eager protagonist was going to do, but he stopped when he saw something odd occurring in front of him. To be honest, this something place/space didn't have any sense of direction, and honestly, nothing made sense here at all. That was the case because this something place? existed in a state of both nothingness and everythingness (a self-made word, so just go with it) at the same time. It was as if everything was there, yet nothing was there. It was so confusing, yet somehow our protagonist was still able to sense that something was happening in front of him. Something that appeared in front of our protagonist was simply indescribable. Yet, if someone still wanted to attempt a description, there would only be a single word - Amalgamation. Amalgamation of what? That, in itself, is a different story. ***

DemoloRD · Movies

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11 Chs