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Consistency: 08/06/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tea Huice
Aug 07, 2022
WC: 499 The beginning of the end started on 2022, august 6th with the friendliest and most helpful bot in writervana, yue, who posted the prompt for the consistency challenge 2 hours late. Little did she know that things would only escalate from there. First, all of the world seemed to experience mass misfortune, such as missing the last bus, tripping on things, food poisoning... it was considered a bigger event already. However, things hadn't stopped there. Soon, natural catastrophes followed: volcanoes erupting, tornadoes tearing, tsunamis washing away entire cities, earthquakes collapsing the architectural masterpieces of human civilization, and last but not least, every participant of Writervana's august Consistency challengers have developed a writer's block. The source of these disasters was a mystery. Oddly, the worst of it happened right before a new prompt was posted. All the media, every government and secret agency set out to find some answers. No matter how hard they tried to find a scientific explanation, or how badly they wanted to mitigate the damages, their efforts proved futile. Until one fateful day, when a CIA agent decided to infiltrate online social media sites. He ran scripts and bots to cross-reference data with the dates of catastrophes. To his surprise, he did find a match, but at the most unexpected of places: the discord server of Writervana. Around the times of disasters, the number of people anxiously rambling skyrocketed, along with a strange sort of chaos that he just couldn't follow. The leader of these individuals seemed to be a bot called yue, whom he promptly made contact with. The bot in question was very helpful, but she seemed oblivious to the relation between Consistency and the Events. He did think of a minor possibility however. He made preparations to visit the sites of destruction and make some measurements. As expected. The number of psi-particles was extra high, their concentration almost 10 times their normal value. It was confirmed that the writers of Writervana, who were participating in the consistency challenges have - somehow - obtained psychic powers. The cause of all this destruction was their stress and anxiety to keep up with something that was never made with humans in mind. He filed this information away first, then began thinking of a set of countermeasures. First of all, the challengers would need to be calmed down and made aware of their powers to prevent further short-term damage. Then, after discussing it with yue, he would make sure that the consistency challenge would be erased - forever. After the plan formed in his head, it wasn't too hard to implement it. He made his report to the higher-ups vague on purpose, in order to protect the identity of civilians. If anyone caught wind of the amount of writers who developed superpowers overnight, there would be an uproar. Especially if the media caught a snippet of truth about them. Things settled for a while. Not too long after though, the first superheroes appeared, protecting their neighbourhood from crime and injustice.
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Consistency: 08/05/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tea Huice
Aug 05, 2022
Traveling back in time... she'd never thought it'd happen to her of all people. Honestly, she didn't want to be back here. Not that her life in the Present was all that great, but she had no reason to be in the past, nothing she wanted to do with the past, nothing at all. Plus it's awkward being around all these people that she doesn't feel connected to at all. Really, it's strange. After all, this was her hometown, where she grew up at. She distinctly remembered being around some of their neighbours a lot, too. But now that she's here she recognises no one. Guess really a lot of time had passed since then after all. She went to walk around for a bit. She rounded the corner and walked in a straight line toward the tiny river with the tiny bridge hidden to the left, the larger one not yet built to the right. The water seemed clean and plenty, just as she remembered it. It did seem smaller, and more ordinary without her childlike imagination, though. After sitting around for a bit, she heaved her bag up and directed herself toward another path, the one that led to the horsestables. She wasn't much of an animal lover, certainly not for horses anyway, she hadn't even rode horses more than 2-3 times - with guidance - throughout her entire life so far. Yet for some reason the memory of the stable was vivid, like there were some memories attached to it. When she was a child. Which she forgot. She found her way there and admired the scenery and horses for a while, but she got bored quickly so she departed soon. Her next stop was the location of many events, like easter bunny petting and such, that had been closed off when she was around 6. Walking past some tall and gorgeous trees, she found it near the imposing two-storey white house, near the highway. It was still open, but no event was currently held. She was slightly disappointed but not surprised. Best for the last, she started walking to their old house, but - what was she really doing? She barely had any memories left of the place, and didn't particularly want to see it either, mostly because of the amount of times they went to take a look after it was bought by someone else. Turning a corner, she kept walking, without a destination this time. She wondered when she would go back to her time, if ever. Suddenly, some children and their parents flew past her on some tiny and not so tiny bicycles, talking to each other in a high-pitched voice constantly and ringing their bells. Ugh, children. Though, their laughter and tone sounded somewhat familiar. A warp appeared, and she was back home. Home sweet home.
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Consistency: 08/03/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tea Huice
Aug 03, 2022
I have a large family. Ever since I was born, we've been annually visiting our eldest members who were still living in the middle of the country, instead of the capital like us - it was actually the generation after the oldest living ones that moved up here, and we simply stayed where we were, more or less. The place itself is in a rural area, more of a town than a city to be honest, with a somewhat mixed population. The elderly there have gardens, where they can do whatever they like - grow vegetables, fruit, keep animals. When I was still very small, my great-grandparents' garden held many farm animals, mostly chicken with a few male specimen mixed in, but you could see ducks running around here and there as well. So then, when I was just a grade schooler in the early years, my - well technically they were remarried so step - great-grandmother was letting some of the eggs hatch into small chicks and I got to hold one in my hands one time~~ Since then, quite a lot of things have happened though; the animals' numbers have dwindled, my great-grandpa passed away, and my great-grandma has moved to her son's house in a nearby town, since they still live - are still living - there. The house has been since sold, too. So that's my story! We still go visit every summer - annually. Visit my great-grandmother's family, as well as the local graveyard, where apart from my great-grandfather, many other distant relatives lie, as well as my great-great-grandmother. And presumed great-great-grandfather, but that's a story for another day. This one's a true story! Everything told here is the truth.
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Consistency: 08/02/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tea Huice
Aug 02, 2022
Nighttime. Definition: the time between evening and morning; the time of darkness. Biurnal species sleep, while nocturnal ones are active at this time of the day. Typically, you can see a plethora of stars hanging overhead on the deep dark sky, which usually is a shade of blue beneath all the black. Among the stars is the moon, which has a 28 night long cycle of waxing and waning, which depends on how much the Earth covers of the Sun's reflection. Normally it has a bright white colour, but can vary from yellow through reddish to even blue. Its size depends on how close to the Earth it is, which means it can be extremely small on some nights, and humongous on others. Of course, not every night is so bright, especially in big cities that have a worrying amount of light pollution. This latter phenomena makes the stars' light seem more dim, taking away some of its natural magnificence. Other than that, smoke pollution can also darken the skies, as well as natural cloudy night weather. If you were to go outside and walk around at nighttime, you would find the world to be slightly different than in the daytime. The darkness and shadows enhance the spookiness of the natural quiet, which in turn may also induce in you some fear, and adrenaline. It makes the night seem more exciting if you aren't used to it. In truth, there are likely many people out other than you: clueless ones like you, regulars, people working late, the ones handling graveyard shifts, people who stayed out on house parties or drinking too late, possibly shady or morally ambiguous people... the list goes on. Regardless, the streets are mostly free of human bustle. That's not to say there's no sound at all though. If you listen carefully, you may hear the bugs humming, a car or train passing by, some cats or dogs making noise. After all, the nighttime is all theirs, isn't it?
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