[WP] You're the main character, and you die at the end of this story. You try to create new plotlines and events to follow, but you're running out of ideas and are starting to get desperate.

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  • u/Mynock33·1·Aug 1, 2026, 4:18 PM

    This is essentially Stranger than Fiction if anyone is interested in watching a lighthearted version of this prompt play out

• u/TheWanderingBook·1·Aug 1, 2026, 3:48 PM

  "19 kids... And all of them are happy to live normal lives! Dammit!" I scream, tearing down several portraits from the wall. I did the unthinkable. I managed to save the world, defeated a God! A God! Yet it spoke my future. I die at the end of my story..and I know it is true. So...I kept prolonging it. I created a cult of the God I killed. I orchestrated civil wars, sacrifices, rebellions... That I ended and stopped myself. I kept myself being the Hero, again and again. But I am running out of things to do. So... I had several wives, and kids because parents are the kids' heroes or something. I also tried to encourage them to have big dreams. Big dreams that can give birth to epic quests... Epic quests that need a true Hero... Like me. "But those idiots are settling for the least! Love? Happiness? Contentment with they have? Are they really mine?" I growl. Then... Something shatters. "Daddy?" my youngest mutters. I turn around to see her rushing away. A broken glass of cold water...mocking me. I sigh. Cleaning up, I try to look after my daughter, but I can't find her. I can't find anyone actually... Oh. It is my eldest wedding day. I end up at the pond in the garden... My reflection shows a greying old man. A bitter, angry, frowning old man. Is this...really me? Have certain death scared me so...bad? Isn't death certain to everyone? How...how can they live? How can they ignore it? What... What should I do?