Your prompts are much better IMO 😃

Interesting. I wonder if it can be set to local participation only, so others can still see.

Among the outskirks of town, atop the only hill, sat the bluewood shack. As a heritage site, Deputy Summers had scared off more than a few vandals, at the behest of the historical society, but not tonight.

He gave three strong knocks on the door.

“Open up, Police!”

There was no response. No one should be there, but looking into the window, dim candles gave blurred illumination. Was that blood on the floor? It didn’t move right, but compelled him to knock again.

Summers heard whispering. No, chanting. Latin? He wasn’t a superstitious man, but some of the townsfolk were. Normally, he’d kick the door down at this point, but last time the heritage site was damaged, the local council withheld their budget for two years. He shuddered to think what they would do if they knew he had intentionally kicked it down last time.

“Help!” A scream pleaded from inside.

Was a life worth two years of misery?

“Stand back! I’m going to ram the door.”

Two steps back, three steps forward…or so it should have been had the door not flung open at the last moment. A robed dwarf greeted him, a strange metal helm covering its face. It looked oddly familiar.

“How may I-”

Summers shoved past the dwarf and followed the chanting. It sounded like…Italian? His search brought him into the basement, where the red liquid slowly flowed. It was too thick to be blood. He slipped, and hit his head.

There was a huge mess in the darkness. Lumps of dark flesh, and thin tentacles littered the floor. If time had passed between his coming and waking, no one noticed.

The chanting was louder now, but he couldn’t quite make out the words. One italian course in high school was not enough to listen with a headache. He stumbled back up, and turned on the lights.

“Ramen.”

A band a kids had sprawled pasta all over the floor, wearing oversized shirts, and collanders on their heads.

“The great spaghetti monster blesses us with a visitor!” One girl cried out.

Speechless, Summers could only think of all the paperwork he’d now have to fill.

If a user reposts quality content, I.e curates their own selection of reddit posts, AND the community upvotes their selections, then I don’t mind.

Otherwise, it’s literally spam.

“I don’t understand,” said Alex, “How could you, a faithless non-believer, hope to Shepherd this flock?” A glazed ray of light landed on the shoulders of a man in black.

“I am not faithless!” Said Mark. “I spent years, engaging with each, & every one of them. I am privy to their closest secrets, yet still a friendly stranger.”

Alex held up her hand to silence him. “There is more to leadership, than going through the motions of society - to inspire secondhand, and to teach, without talking.”

Alex paced down the rows of empty pews. “Without the Lord, could you accomplish as such? I don’t think so, unlike me.”

Mark shook his head. “So you believe a certain charisma is more important than the social bonds we forge together?” He returned to the pulpit.

Alex turned towards the main door. “I believe, that in these past two weeks, the bonds I made are just as strong as the ones you cherish.” She paused as she gripped the handle. “Although, I suppose it can be fun, playing as the preacher.”

Yes, it helps to prep beforehand.

I still never succeed, but it’s definetely helped push my personal best.