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“You shouldn’t have told me you will always be one percent better.” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“It means I cannot be defeated!” The hero scoffed.

“Does it?” The villain snapped and henchmen began pouring through the door. What should have been orderly marching quickly turned to chaos as the henchmen tripped over each other. Some fell to the ground with loud plastic thuds others wondered around with the helmet turned backwards. Several were missing shoes.

“I can beat anyone here, you are wasting your time!”

A bullet whizzed by the hero’s head as one of the henchman tripped. Another shot himself checking the safety.

The villain backed out of the room. “You are one percent better than whoever you are facing…I wonder what happens if you are facing an army of clumsy inept foot soldiers, who are a 100 percent more likely to hurry themselves than you.” She closed the blast doors.

As soon as the villain left the hero felt his body adjust- his hands became heavy, his feet felt like cement blocks. He had a strong urge to check to see if his gun was loaded. He glanced down the barrel as a henchman from across the room clumsily bore down at him. They tumbled to the ground with a bang. The hero has shot himself in the chest.

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Submitted by rittenalready on Fri, May 06, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

You were accidentally killed by Death and complained until he resurrected you in an alternate reality. “And make me better than everyone else!” You demanded. When you open your eyes you have a new Title: Plus 1% - You are always 1% better than any opponent in any contest of skill or ability.