Benajah765, The Contributor

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3/3/2019

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10/29/2020 9:38 AM

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124

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42

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0

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1 win / 3 losses

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Heyo. I'm really bad at these things, but I'll try my best.

I like reading and stuff.

I like writing, but I'm not super good at it, and branching story games are a bit too complex for me right now (though I'm currently trying to code one in Python with my friend.)

Oh yeah, speaking of Python, I really like programming and it's a hobby of mine now. I'm currently following a roguelike tutorial over at r/roguelikedev, and I'm currently learning how to make 2d games. Also, though I'm not really focused on it right now, I'm learning how to use Godot.

Quarantine has been good for me. I've been enjoying being off of school, which has allowed me to try new things and just relax.

Anyways, have a nice day.

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Storygames

Parallel
unpublished

A future in chaos...

Life changed after the worlds ripped. Two parallel worlds, each fighting for survival. 

You used to be one person. After you met your twin from the seperate world, everything changed. A freak acident turned him against you.

And now you're being hunted. By yourself.


The Darkened Path
unpublished

Quill had never expected his life to change so drastically. Meeting an orphan named Harlem was his only excuse to go on an adventure. But when Harlem's sister, Olive, disappears, it's the worst thing that could have happened. 

 


Recent Posts

Felt Blue, Might Delete Later on 8/24/2020 1:10:36 PM

Yo, listen up

Here’s the story,

About a little guy that lives in a blue world,

And all day and all night and everything he sees

Is just blue, like him,

Inside and outside...

 

He woke up with a splitting headache. His eyes hurt, an unnatural light shining through his room, a brightness he wasn’t used to. The headache faded as he sat up in bed, squinting his eyes. It was odd, the brightness. He kept his curtains closed when he went to bed (due to the horrible feeling that there was always someone at the window), and he always woke up several hours before the sun rose. Had his alarm not gone off? When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he checked his watch and sighed. 4:30 a.m. Good, he hadn’t slept in. With that realization, he was able to figure out that, no, the light was not from sunlight streaming through the curtains. It was just...there. He couldn’t figure out why, everything in his room just shone with this light. It wasn’t too bright, now that he had gotten used to it.

He rubbed his forehead, hoping that there wasn’t something wrong with his eyes. After a few minutes of sitting in bed, he got up and tried to resume his day as normal. He exercised, then readied himself to go to work. 

 

Blue his house with a blue little window

And a blue Corvette

And everything is blue for him

 

When he stepped outside, he stopped. Something was just...off. He stepped forward, but no, something was definitely wrong. He glanced behind his shoulder, and there was his house. It looked normal. There wasn’t any wrong with it, per se. It just looked...odd. There was his window, with a little plant growing. He looked around the cul-de-sac he lived in. All the houses were arranged in a nice little circle, with their normal little porches and their normal little doors.

And yet, none of it was normal.

He shook his head, now convinced there was something wrong with his eyes. Perhaps he would get them checked out later. He got into his Corvette and drove to work. The drive to work was boring, and he always had the worst of luck. Always, right when he got to a stoplight, it’d tell him to stop.

Today, when he got to the stoplight, it didn’t change color. It stayed the same, and he said a quiet “yes!” to himself. Finally, today was a day of good luck.

And that.

That was when he got hit.

 

He didn’t wake up in a hospital. It looked like it, at first, what with the crisp, clean walls, and the small table by his bed. On the ceiling, there was that same kind of light that always hurt his eyes. He was dressed some kind of hospital gown as well.

He gingerly got up, fully expecting to hurt, but he didn’t. Looking at himself, there wasn’t even a scratch.

The door was unlocked, and he stepped out, the floor cold against his bare feet.

His room was one in a long hallway. Doors on both sides, each with a piece of paper on them.

The door across from him had:

 

Pearl Reter

Color: Green

 

The one beside that:

 

Ethan Klei 

Color: Red

 

Wedrin Drow

Color: Yellow

 

Tom Watsen

Color: Orange

 

Grant Kokes:

Color: Green

 

He scanned the long list of names, of colors, and finally, terrified, turned back to his own door.

 

Hunter Zelman

Color: Blue

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In all honesty, I'm...not exactly sure what this is. Read it, point out how horrible it is, I don't know.


The Mandalorian on 11/22/2019 11:38:51 PM

BABY YODA.

Baby Yoda is the very essence of adorablenes.


Gower's Office Hours on 10/2/2019 5:56:10 PM

So for something where you're ending a sentence with a phrase in quotes, would you do a sentence such as this:

He encouraged many others to search for "The Seven Rings." (where the period is inside the quotes)

Or

He encouraged many others to search for "The Seven Rings". (where the period is outside)

I'm starting to think it's the second one, but do normal dialogue laws apply, such as:

"You can't think that." He shook his head. "That's so stupid." 

Where the period is inside the quotation marks, and it ends the sentence, but there's still a continuation afterwards.

This has confused me quite a lot, so honestly I've just thrown all laws into the air and completely ignored everything. This is probably a really trivial problem that I should have learned in 1st grade or something, but ya' know, I might as well put this here.


How Did You Find CYS? on 9/17/2019 12:52:08 PM
Ah, yes. The story of how I joined CYS. It's a long story. It all began with my great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, Captain Flint (the IV). He started his life as a poor boy, but eventually he- blah, blah, blah, plot twist, long story. And that is how I ended up, proclaiming with a loud voice, "I, Marcus Fletcher, hereby declare"- Oh. Oh riiiiight. The story of how we joined CYS, not...uh. Oh. So my story is a short one. Back when I was a wimpy 6th grader, (cause now I'm a 7th grader, and that's not wimpy at all) I randomly decided to make my own Choose Your Own Adventure Story. I had recently started really liking them, so I went onto Google Slides and started writing one. I used hyperlinks as my choices, and those lead to different slides. It was a simple thing, simply a discussion between a speaker and yourself. However, it turns out that the speaker is actually a psychotic person, and this leads to several different endings. You can become friends, die, be locked up, and other...things... I think in total I had about...8? endings, and I was quite impressed with myself. That got me thinking. What if there was a place online that had a collection of CYOA stories, and what if I could make them too! I could be cool and write stories! So I looked up "choose your own adventure online". And I stumbled across this site. It was actually the first result. But there was also a second one. Infinite-Story. I looked at both of them, and it didn't take me long to decide that CYS was better. However, I had a hard time deciding whether or not I actually wanted to make an account. But I did. And I'm really happy I did. The first story I ever read on this website was "Innocence Lost". Even though I'm still a newb (or noob, or n00b, or newby, or nooby, or whatever weird terms people have), even though I don't really write on here very much, (I've been very busy writing non-CYOA stories, and making my character go insane by killing his little wolf puppy friend, but that's a story for another time. And also murdering fictional people. Lots of that. Also another story for another time.) I honestly really enjoy this site. This place has made me laugh...and well, really just laugh. This little corner of the internet is amazing, and I really hope it stays that way. (I mean, it's not perfect. Nothing is. Don't let that go to your heads.)

Hello! (...again, I suppose) on 6/16/2019 3:44:36 PM

Nevrm I think the problem fixed itself. I have to use html for bold and italics now, right?

Like this?

Hi?

Rawr

Test


Hello! (...again, I suppose) on 6/16/2019 3:40:29 PM

This is weird. I try to turn it off, I click "Save Updates" (or whatever it says) and it turns back on again when I come here or do anything.


Hello! (...again, I suppose) on 6/16/2019 2:19:30 PM

Yep. Typing is really hard. I press backspace, it adds three weird random letters. I press forward slash, it adds a period in between all the words I've typed. Sometimes it deletes everything I've typed, and it has some really weird glitches. At least it's usable.

Ah. Well...I will try. Working on my story is currently difficult, as explained above. I have a desktop, but I don't like using it because someone is always staring over my shoulder, and I can't work with people staring over my shoulder.

But I will try.


Hello! (...again, I suppose) on 6/16/2019 1:47:50 PM

On sorry! My kindle glitches quite often, and it just did. I don't know why it just created a response. Sorry.


Hello! (...again, I suppose) on 6/16/2019 1:43:52 PM

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The Adventures of Jach Kunter on 6/15/2019 12:35:56 PM

I agree. That would be awesome.