Youre An Exceptionally Skilled Assassin, Doing An Interview On Your Deathbed. Your Calling Card Is Making

You’re an exceptionally skilled assassin, doing an interview on your deathbed. Your calling card is making a homicide look accidental or natural. You’re known only by your code name: 20-16

You own a sound prism. Unlike a light prism, which breaks up white light into its color constituents. A sound prism breaks sound into single streams. So in a crowded subway you can listen to each individual conversation. You are a detective.

Re-tell the plot of a movie or video game as if it were a history lesson in an in-universe school.

Kill all the characters I mean ALL of them don’t give a shit about the protag winning or losing just take em the fuck OUT

You are dying. It is quiet and somewhat lonely in the comfort of your bedroom. You did not have an adventurous story and no fantastical dreams came true, but you still had a wish… Life and Death both stood by your bedside, and you smile tiredly. They ask you one last question.

You were born with the ability to enter fictional worlds and come back to reality with any unique skills you acquired. This time, however, as you prepare to return to reality, you realize the exit portal is nowhere to be found.