Bucky, The Apprentice Scrivener

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2/25/2017 9:44 PM

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11 wins / 11 losses


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September 2016 - Short Story Contest - Winner - Romulus

October 2016 - Spooky Story Contest - The NON-Shamed - Steve24833 & Malkalack & ugilick & Lampmandnando

December 2016 - Ballad Contest - Overall Winner - pugpup1 ; Traditional Winner - Romulus

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Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Running numerous contests. Given by BerkaZerka on 01/10/2017 - USA State Capitals - With Zombies! And Contests~ Given by EndMaster on 01/07/2017 - For all your hard work on stories and contest organization. Given by JJJ-thebanisher on 10/31/2016 - Excellent forum presence and indirectly responsible for a huge swath of excellent content through running exceptional contests.


The Cliche Adventures of a Generic Hero

Generic Warning - For immature  mature audiences only.


Author's Note

I fired the ridiculous cannon up for this one and took it up to eleven.

This project has lingered untouched in my trunk for nearly a year now. Originally intended to be a short work, it grew big and fat in my notes, and was then later locked away and ignored. Life happens. Anyway, I pulled it from the graveyard and decided to patchwork the dangling ends together. 


Play through the heroic or not so heroic adventures of a Cliché knight hero! There are a series of three endings for the knight that I considered canon when I first drafted the story. These unlock the first pages of what were intended to be the other hero paths of wizard, prince and spunky girl (along with some bonus troll material). If enough people enjoy the knight's story, I'd be open to reinvesting in the project and adding one or all of them on as an expansion. Each would play as its own separate story, so don't worry, there is a full and complete story in here.


The work, however, is raw - often intentionally so. And while the 'canon' endings unlock the bonus material, there really is no winning and losing. You just do better or worse.


That said, this is a fragment of the monster that lies in my notes, coming in at a little over 22k words. I feel comfortable saying there are a few chuckles in here, so I think if it brightens one person's day then it was worth publishing.


All comments, both mean and kind, are appreciated. Enjoy.

USA State Capitals - With Zombies!
WARNING: Contains Sexual References

A mildly disturbing result of my attempts to learn my way around the editor. I dabbled a bit in basic html as well. The game functions mostly as a USA State Capitals quiz with a simple combat element. I put in a bit of a backstory, surrounding the quiz, and something mildly disturbing may happen if you die...

While this has little literary merit; hopefully, you may learn something.

Recent Posts

EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/22/2017 10:43:06 PM
In short, your rants are long and ramble. Earned or not (probably earned), you have a reputation for it now, and it's become hard for some to determine if a post you're making is either serious, a rant, or blah, blah, blah, we all stopped paying attention. To be fair, those assumptions should probably be withheld to your lounge posts only, but you know, it's CYS. Typically, your actual writing is no less readable than anyone else's, but your starting narration is throwing a lot at the reader. "The jukebox had been playing the same song for hours. A Pre-war fellow named Robert Johnson was begging an imaginary wife to hurry up so he could catch a train. In a less affectionate manner, Canbol was urging Leonard to get out of the water he had tried to literally drown himself in the other night." Three named people, an imaginary person, and several lines of non attributed dialogue beforehand. I don't think it should be surprising that this is asking the reader a lot to try and follow right off the bat. At least G.R.R.M. let us know who was speaking and their general relationship to other characters in the story before he threw an entire continent of named characters at us.

EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/22/2017 10:32:37 PM
THIS IS FUCKING REMEDIAL!!$&%%*%$&@!$%!!!!!

February Contest & End's EdgeLord Contest on 2/22/2017 9:38:45 PM
You've got like two days yet.

February Flash Fiction Contest Feedback Thread on 2/22/2017 6:45:59 PM
Glad you liked it. Will tag you when I do part II.

Administrative PM Override on 2/22/2017 12:35:30 PM
Won't be there if you delete it.

Administrative PM Override on 2/22/2017 12:32:48 PM
Barring that, just disable the ability to turn off PMs. If someone is really that adverse to them, they just don't read them. Not like you can't see who they're from. EDIT: An Email confirmation for account creation - with one account per email address - would allow the mods/admins a way to contact any member too. Would also slow down the alt parade a little bit.

Interesting comments 2 on 2/22/2017 12:31:06 PM
Your real comment was featured on it.

EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/21/2017 12:42:46 PM
I'll share some of the vodka with you ^_^

EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/21/2017 12:23:37 PM
277 words

EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest on 2/21/2017 12:23:21 PM
Hamburg, Germany : Late August 2017

Little Emma sat with her parents at a riverside bistro on a glorious sunny day in the dying throes of summer in Hamburg, Germany. She had the bright blue eyes and light blond hair that Hitler used to kill for. Mama said her grandfather had them too, but he was a quarter Jew. And Hitler did kill him.

Papa scowled as he read the morning paper. "Honey, I was only joking a few months ago when I suggested moving to Norway, but if things don't change, I'm going to start meaning it."

"What's wrong Daddy?" asked Emma, covering her mouth, still half full of biscuits and gravy.

"Nothing, Sweetie," said Mama, kissing Emma on the cheek. She turned to Papa, tone darker. "We can talk about it later."

"No. She needs to know." Papa folded the paper and frowned. "The German people spend too much time hiding from the truth. Both our own and others. Some people are just bad. The filthy sand-"

A big hole opened in Papa's head. And blood splattered the table. Screams and gunshots filled the air. On instinct Emma turned toward the source of the noise, even as tears welled in her eyes.

A sand man with a diaper on his head fired round after round into the crowd. Through the din, he bellowed, "Alhamdulillah!"

Mama grabbed Emma from behind and tossed her over the terrace. As Emma tumbled toward the river, Mama attempted to leap after her. The little girl saw the shrapnel rip into her mother's back before she heard the boom. Then she plunged into the water, desperately wishing she lived in Norway, far from the filthy sand people.