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You can see who people really are by their shadows. As you talk to them, you see their shadow start to act out horrible things they have either done or are thinking about doing.

You wake up at your own funeral to much chaos. Yet, after some medical check-ups later, you are found to still be clinically dead.

you found a baby reptile injured, you took pity on it and helped it, it became your pet. A few years later uour convinced it's a raptor.

The unexpected currency of the future is Reddit Karma. You get to travel back in time, but you get only one week to make your fortune.

The universe is a simulation, and you are glitched with immortality. You want to make people lives better to make this universe one to remember!

A group of 5 average teenagers are thrusted into an intergalactic war, and by accident decide the fate of the entire universe

they called you crazy, they put you in psychiatric hospitals, because only you could see them, but now, only you can stop them.

You faked your own death, but left subtle clues to your whereabouts so that if someone cared enough about you, they could find you. No one has bothered to look, yet.

You found a kitten under your porch a few months ago. The older it gets, the more you are genuinely convinced that you somehow have a pet Smilodon.

You are a Psychiatrist...for gods, superheroes, villains, demons, and anthropomorphic personifications of supernatural forces. Basically, in order to find you, a being must have the ability to alter reality. Your new client appears to be a normal human being.

You are a professional assassin commissioned to kill a tyrannical dictator, whose authoritarian decrees have caused great suffering for his people. Your orders are to not be seen or heard. However, you were out in the freezing rain all night on your last mission and caught a nasty cold.

You just discovered an ancient temple and enter cautiously to avoid booby traps. However, the temple is so old that all the traps are rotten or rusted and the monsters have starved already. But that doesn't mean it's safe now.

A tablet has been passed around in your family for generations that, when a relation's name is written, tells you how many hours that person has left to live. Your cousins, aunts, uncles and parents gather around the dinner table and input your name for the first time. The reading is negative.

A ship crashes on Earth. Inside, you find a bunch of texts books. After years of translating these texts, you discover one of them in a book entirely about the human species, as documented by whatever inhabited the crashed ship. Here are some of the excerpts:

When an author dies, their afterlife is a character in a book they wrote.

You see lies floating over the head of people you look at. All the lies they ever said. You met every kind of people: the ones with rivers of innocent lies, the ones with few nasty lies and everything in between. Then you met Tom. Only a lie floating over him. But the worst you ever saw. Ever.

You have lived on earth your whole life. One morning, you wake up in the center of a modestly sized crater, as you look about you see fields of violet tinted grass, a faint red sun in the sky overhead, and two moons in *much* closer orbit than our own.

Far in the future, it turns out the human/dog relationship is fairly unique amongst the sentient life forms of the galaxy, and dogs are a very welcome defense against the dangers of space-faring.

The prophecy has been shattered, as one who doesn't fit the criteria for the 'chosen one' whatsoever has just slain the lich terrorizing the country. When asked why they were able to do it, the person simply replies "Because as far as fate's concerned, I've been dead for five years."