Zumberge

One-upmanship

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Melinda was a whirlwind of productivity in the lab that day, combining chemicals, running tests, minding the centrifuge, and engaging in all sorts of distillation and refinement.  Everything went smoothly and her work went undisturbed; it was one of those mornings where, for once, she felt that lying about having a Master's Degree wasn't a bad idea after all.

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Average: 4 (5 votes)

Science 4

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"Hello once again!" The short-haired brunette in a lab coat and T-shirt gestured to herself. "I'm Jordan, and this-" She gestured to the pony-tailed brunette in a lab coat and pant suit beside her. "-is Flora."

Flora gave a polite nod. "How do you do."

"We're here to do more science."

"I couldn't help but notice that we're both in lab coats," Flora said. "Which one of us is the subject of this experiment, pray tell?"

"Neither of us."

Flora arched an eyebrow. "Really."

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Eruption

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"Hey!  Get back here right now!"

Doctor Chemistro, otherwise known as Nigel Simmons, was not in the best of spots.  Barely twenty, he was book smart and a savant in matters of chemistry, but lacking in street smarts and not at all prone to standing up for himself.  Thus, he found himself in with the wrong crowd and part of a criminal plot, being told that bank robbery was acceptable because the money was insured and thus no one would really lose money.  In retrospect, it was a terrible idea.

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Average: 4 (7 votes)

Kink Prison

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The engines on the transport rumbled as it neared the landing pad, thrusters rotating as it slowed its forward movement and settled down roughly on the metal platform.  A cadre of armed guards approached as the ramp dropped, revealing a motley crew of prisoners.  The youngest among them was Tanya, a girl barely out of her teens with short black hair with blue forelocks, wearing the orange jumpsuit she was given after her arrest mere days prior.  She fancied herself an artist, but the police of were the belief that her works were fomenting sedition against the planetary govern

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Average: 4.2 (12 votes)

Gains

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It was a moderately slow day at the gym, but among the few people that were there were Toni and Tiffany, the latter flexing in front of a mirror, and the former doing bicep curls with a hand weight.  They looked very much alike and were lacking in things such as different interests or depth of personality that would set ordinary people apart.  But theirs was not an unhappy life, and they got along well.

"Lookin' good bro," Toni said, doing a rep.

"Thanks bro," Tiffany replied, striking another pose.

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Average: 2.5 (10 votes)

Binge

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Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more."  Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles.  She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't.  When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature.  Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.

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Average: 4.4 (5 votes)

Big

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It was an old machine, the wood nicked, the lacquer yellowing from age, and the brass tarnished.  Behind the panes of glass was an animatronic wizard behind an opaque crystal ball, his threadbare robes and the paint on his porcelain face faded from the sun.  Atop the wooden cabinet was a sign.  "TOZLAR THE POWERFUL," it read.

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Average: 4.5 (4 votes)

Outie

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Out of all the new store employees, Kay was easily your favorite.  She hadn't been working there long, but she definitely made an impression: She was always on time, never missed a day, was unfailingly courteous to customers, and seemingly had the contents of the entire store memorized in a matter of days.  It didn't hurt that she was cute, either.  Probably the only downside was that she was a bit strange, like her train of thought reached all the major stops, but by taking routes only known to her.  Still, she was cute.

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Average: 4.6 (13 votes)

Blimp 5

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"Hey you!"

Usually people who didn't know my name and were calling for me approached me from behind.  This one, who was bold enough to go "hey you" to a complete stranger, shouted at me from the front.  She was about eighteen and... well, she was a tomboy, complete with short hair and baseball cap.  Aside from that, she was wearing sandals and a crop top and shorts in that same familiar, super-stretchy, spandex-like material.  They looked brand new.

I blinked. "Yes?"

She stopped in front of me. "Help me out.  You're some big expert, right?"

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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

Comfy As Houses

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Nathan stepped through the front door, jacket folded over his arm. "I'm home!"

No response.

"Hello?  Maria?" He strained his ears, hearing someone talking in the distance.  Passing through the entryway he entered the living room.  There, seated on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, morosely watching the news, was Maria.  Approaching, he leaned in, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey.  Is everything okay?"

Maria let out an unhappy note.

"Bad day?"

She nodded.

"Want to talk about it?"

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)
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