BenCrucifix, The Wordsmith
Occupation: Lazy bum
Current works in progress:
Welcome to Earf (1st priority)
Port Paradise (On hold)
Generic Fantasy Dungeon RPG (Concept stage)
Will any of these works ever actually be completed? Quite possibly not because I have a terrible work ethic. But stay tuned anyway, just in case.
The world has been ruled with an iron grip by the evil Lord Enigma for centuries. Hidden within the impenetrable fortress of Castle Conundrum, he is all but undefeatable.
But you are an adventurer, and it is your job to defeat evil overlords, no matter what the odds.
Can you puzzle your way through Castle Conundrum and defeat the evil Lord Enigma?
An entry for the Riddles & Puzzles competition 2016.
Overall Winner: Riddles & Puzzles 2016
Port Paradise, the legendary city of pirates. It is here that you were born and raised, and here that you now seek your fame and fortune. Will you become a legendary pirate lord? Or just another corpse in a back alley, like so many before?
Recent PostsSword of Truth series. on 2/19/2017 6:12:09 PM
I think I've still got them kicking around somewhere, I might have to find them so I can have another go and give them a proper read through at some point.
Sword of Truth series. on 2/19/2017 4:41:57 PM
I read the first few a couple of years ago. I quite enjoyed them from what I remember, but I was a teen at the time so I was probably more interested in the sex scenes than the capitalism/ socialism conflict.
EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/19/2017 4:30:42 PM
Ed was a peculiar fellow. He lived in a house on the edge of a cliff, on the edge of a nearby town, which was itself on the edge of the nearest city. His house was as peculiar as its owner, with lots of protruding edges that appeared to serve no purpose other than some sort of weird aesthetic. The inside of the house was no different, with many random outcroppings of floor, wall and ceiling, all with lots sharp edges.
This made it a dangerous house to move about in, and was the reason that Ed only moved around along the edges of the rooms, if it wasn’t for the fact that he preferred to move along the edges anyway.
Ed himself appeared rather edgy, with a sharp jawline, and cutting blue eyes. The way he dressed could be considered ‘edgy’; all blacks and dark purples. His leather jackets and trousers had lots of metal buckles, all of which had unnecessarily sharp edges. He always carried a knife, and a whetstone to sharpen its edge. He also tended to carry a large supply of plasters.
Some might consider Ed to have what could be called an unhealthy obsession with edges. He did not wash in a way that most would consider normal, but instead sat on the edge of the bath and washed individual body parts separately. When he ate, he would perch on the edge of his seat, his food all placed on the edge of a plate that was positioned precariously on the edge of the table.
Today was a usual day for Ed. He had got up, had breakfast, cleaned breakfast of off the floor, and the proceeded to plan the costs of shooting up the local school. He had then thrown darts at a picture of his parents, watched an episode of Glee, and was now having a relaxing session of cutting himself whilst thinking of all the different ways he could blame his problems on society.
Glancing out the edge of his window he saw a van pull up at the edge of his property. Fear flooded through him as he saw the people jump out of it. It was the people in coats that wanted to hide him away in the white room with no edges again. He sidled along the edge of the room and out the front door, and then ran around the edge of the house, dodging any dangerous protrusions, the mental hospital workers chasing after them.
Behind his house was the cliff, and he ran to the edge. “You can’t take my edges from me,” he yelled at them. “I am the edgelord, and I shall never be taken alive!” He plunged his knife into his chest, and toppled backwards over the edge of the cliff.
“Thank god for that,” muttered one of the mental workers to the other. “He was such a pain in the ass last time we took him in.”
“What a fucking nutter,” said the other.
They looked down as Ed’s body was dashed against the rocks below, before high fiving and returning to their van.
Edgy means lots of edges right?
February Flash Fiction Contest Submission Thread on 2/18/2017 11:54:21 AM
February Flash Fiction Contest Submission Thread on 2/18/2017 11:54:03 AM
Harry stood silently in the rain as he stared at the building which loomed intimidatingly in front of him. His eyes lingered on the cracked gutter which ran along the edge of the roof, dripping dirty water down the brick walls that stained white paint peeled off of. A small cobweb hung in the corner of a window, the spider which lived there clinging on for dear life as a gust of wind threatened to blow it off of its perching space.
A large steel gate stood to the side, something that would soon be an impenetrable barrier between Harry and the outside world. The sound of screams drifted over the metal bars, and Harry shivered in terror at the thought of what might be happening in there.
The realisation that he would be spending much of the foreseeable trapped within this place filled him with dread. Who knew just what terrible things they would do to him in there, or if he would ever be able to escape. His feet were rooted to the ground, he wasn’t ready for his world to change. He didn’t want to leave his family, and the fear that he would never see them again made it impossible to take another step.
He looked up behind him, and the reassuring smile of his mother comforted him. “It’s okay darling,” she said. “Go ahead.”
His momentary worries vanished, and he ran through the gate into the playground to join the other children as the stomped about in the puddles, screaming in joy.
Word count: 257
February Contest & End's EdgeLord Contest on 2/18/2017 7:27:23 AM
Count me in for this.
America, what have you done? on 11/11/2016 11:35:48 AM
Ah... Well I suppose I probably should have actually done some research on him before copying that off of facebook.
America, what have you done? on 11/10/2016 11:08:15 AM
"As democracy is perfected, the office of the president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the white house will be occupied by a downright fool and a complete narcissistic moron." - H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920.
We shouldn't really be surprised that he won, seeing as this was predicted to happen almost one hundred years ago.
On the bright side, at least this means that democracy is being perfected.
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