3iguy, The Contributor
10/16/2018 11:32 PM
6 wins / 3 losses
I'm this site primarily to read stories. Every once and awhile I may spend time on story game.
Recent PostsMy OCD and Ratings on 9/19/2018 3:54:54 PM
Your story is rated 6.02. That's really good. You're one of the great writers of the site. It's totally understandable that you'd be worried or self-conscious of this, but I think you're overthinking this. You have a lot of skill.
The use of Metaphor by Kerouac and Virgil on 9/18/2018 5:35:14 PM
User of a Username: Inspiration on 9/17/2018 10:05:39 PM
I don't fuckin' know.
New Tags on 9/10/2018 8:30:36 PM
The fact that people are treating you negative should show you how fucking ridiculous you are. You need to fucking get over yourself, Danaos, Sicarri, whatever the fuck you call yourself.
New Tags on 9/10/2018 7:55:11 PM
There's a reason why people have been calling Danaos a fucking retarded sociopath for years.
New Tags on 9/10/2018 7:53:55 PM
The fact that you act like such a fucking cunt to Corgi and Sabley of all people shows how fucking autistic you are. You should stop LARPing Chris Chan go fuck a cheese grater.
Good news everyone! on 9/9/2018 3:31:50 PM
Pedo Mod Kiel Farren on 9/4/2018 8:01:02 PM
Consensual? Are you fucking insane? He groomed them.
Stand Alone Writing Sample on 8/23/2018 7:41:05 PM
The sunlight feeds their blue armor and gives them otherworldly strength. First they took the enlightened among us. The kings, artists, philosophers, and alchemists. Without them, we lost it all... the only remnants of our splendor are the paintings... they teach us everything we believe about our past. We sucked Her blood and became mighty. Our Mother became our prey. We'd thought that She'd punish us, but she never did. She wasted away, so we abandoned Her for the sky. In our hubris we thought that we escaped. The alchemists claimed that with unlimited resources, they could make something better. We could capture the sun. Their creations—gods—hunt us for our blasphemy. The monsters keep us under siege, here in the Sky Fortresses. There are many of us, our once mighty empire scattered across the Aether. We will either starve, or be captured. The armored gods float around outside, humming their chants for long periods before they showcase their power. Somehow they open the Gateways to the Aether—no man has ever found a way to do this—then a small group of them enter. The ones that have feet clank on the fortress floor, while their priests hum those undecipherable chants. Those damn chants always numb our hearts and freeze our bodies! When they find us, all it takes is one look into those unnatural glowing red eyes to make us disappear. We have no way of fighting back... We should never have murdered our Mother...
Hullo Hullo on 8/18/2018 6:25:56 PM
This is wonderful!