The Question is back at it again in this sequel to Hard Night!
Gotham City was home to a myriad of vigilantes, and, in your personal opinion, the Huntress was the most interesting of them. So when you hear she's in trouble, of course you decide to give her a helping hand... Things escalate from there.
Second in the Questionable Tales series, a series of fanfiction storygames starring the Question. Featuring the Huntress as a guest star, Batman and the Penguin in cameos, and mentions of other Batman related characters.
Rated for violence, language, and sexual content. I make no claims of quality.
The Question, Huntress, the Batfamily, and all of Batman's villains are copyright DC Comics.
NOTE: An entry into EndMaster's 2018 unofficial romance contest.
Special Thanks to:
Tim36D - Playtesting, proofreading.
The Folks in the Villain Lair - Motivating me to write the story. Even if I didn't make it to 15k in the end.
EDIT 3/14/18: Fixed typos. Completely revamped Penguin's confrontation pages. Removed 'End of *chapter name*, start *chapter name*' links; they're just 'continue' links now. Minor additions to story, including a new page.
EDIT 3/26/18: Fixed some small mistakes that I noticed.
EDIT 4/26/18: Fixed background on title page, due to my usual image hosting site going down.
Can you get a good drink while fending off raiders?
A young martial artist visits a post-apocalyptic town in search of a drink. What happens next is up to you in this classic style CYOA inspired by the cult classic God Hand.
Special Thanks To:
Cricket - For beta reading.
Author's Notes: This is mostly just a little something I wrote for my own amusement and isn't meant to be taken seriously at all. It's written in the Time Cave format, which means that every choice leads you down a unique path instead of all that rebranching and stuff that modern interactive fiction tends to use.
With that said, leave all your common sense at the door, because it's about to get weird.
A young martial artist goes on another hilarious romp through post-apocalyptic America.
My entry for Mizal's 2019 Lone Hero Contest.
Authors Notes: This is a sequel to Dusty Fist. You don't actually need to have read the original in order to enjoy this one, as that was more of an elaborate shitpost while this... Is also an elaborate shitpost.
Just a regular night.
In this game, you play as the Question, Hub City's faceless protector. One night, what appears to be a normal drug bust goes south fast, and you find yourself with only two hours to live, an antidote to find, and a gang to topple.
Looks like it's just a normal night in Hub City.
First in the Questionable Tales series, a series of fanfiction games starring the Question. There's four endings not counting deaths: one bad, one bittersweet, one good, and one true ending. See if you can find them all.
The Question is copyright DC Comics. So yeah, don't sue me.
This game is really rough around the edges. I decided to give it a quick run through on October 4th, 2019 (over a year and a half after the original publication on February 2nd, 2018), in order to fix some minor bugs and add a "cheat code" for the infamously obtuse antidote puzzle. Hopefully, there are no more problems with the scripting and the like.
... And I ended up giving it another edit on October 8th, 2019 because I noticed another bug when replaying it. Not a major one, but still. I really didn't have my link restrictions in order at all.
A very questionable Christmas special.
It's Christmas in Hub City. One might expect that even criminals would take the night off, but you've learned the hard way that crime doesn't sleep. While the rest of the city is tucked into their homes in the company of loved ones, you're on the hunt in a silent city, making sure that things stay that way.
The Question is copyright DC comics. So yeah, don't sue me.
Author's Notes: Did I say I was definitely not going to write a Question fanfiction for this contest? Because what I meant was I didn't mean to but I had to squeeze something out before the contest's end. And with Christmas so fast approaching, what better than a Christmas special, eh?
Noir story in a cyberpunk dystopia. Four types of endings: deaths, bad endings, good endings, and one perfect ending. See if you can find them all, it shouldn't be too hard. Endings are tracked using the score variable: zero means death, one means bad, two means good, three means perfect.
Special thanks to:
Tim36D - For listening to me ramble on about the idea, making suggestions, and writing a few pages.
ISentinelPenguinI - For playtesting.
Finally, if you notice any bugs, please PM me and I'll get to work on them as soon as I can (though I do believe they've all been worked out, can never be too sure).
UPDATE 6/20/2018: Replaced the link for the music due to the video being pulled from YouTube.
UPDATE 2/3/2019: Minor edits, original link for music is back up so I changed it back. Added the Anti-Hero tag.
I hear a very gentle sound...
Once you were the bravest hero in the land. Then, the greatest noble. Now, a washed up drunkard past his prime. But when the king asks for you to turn the tide of a war, will you accept, or cast his offer aside to walk your own path?
I originally intended for every single choice to branch out into a unique path, but to get this out I had to cut some of my plans short. There is minor rebranching here and there along with a few duplicate pages that have minor changes depending on how you reached those pages. On top of that, the path for accepting the king's offer is much more bare bones than I wanted it to be and is only about a third of the rest of the game's size (10k to the rest of the game's 30k). Someday, I hope to return to this story and make it the epic it deserves to be. For now, however, the game is finished.
The SCORE variable doesn't indicate how good you did. It's just a way to keep track of what ending the reader got.
If you play the game, please give a comment. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
This game includes a writing prompt, asking the reader to continue the ending they received. It can be found here.
- For being my long-suffering best friend and listening to me ramble on about this story. Thanks man.
- For constantly busting my ass to get this storygame done. Boom, now it is.
- For proofreading the story. Without him, there would be many typos and grammar errors.
The CYS Discord
- For being there to let me ramble on about my story on the occasions that Tim wasn't.
The entire CYS community
- For putting up with me for 5 years now. Stay classy, you omnidirectional vitriol spewers.
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on 4/4/2020 12:20:50 AM
edit locked so you can't fix that broken ass spacing
on 4/3/2020 11:28:01 PM
I am standing over Corgi's corpse as I write this. Now to write my story.
on 3/29/2020 5:27:20 PM
brb booking a flight to massachusetts to fucking kill corgi
on 3/17/2020 9:53:07 AM
on 3/17/2020 9:49:31 AM
1,091 words. Start of a generic noir story because I felt divinely inspired to do something noir-flavored. Don't expect a continuation unless some bastard tags me again.
The rain was unrelenting. I took a long drag from my smoke and leaned back further into the chair. My office was a mess, papers strewn all over my desk, ash tray full of cigarettes smoked down to the filter, and a few half empty bottles of Jack lying around here or there. It had been a long time since I had any clients walk through the door so I stopped caring about appearances. Part of me mused that a messy office fit me, washed up drunk that I was.
Suddenly, a knock at the door. A sultry voice from behind it spoke: "Cohen? I got a job for you." My brows raised in response to that. Usually the only people who came around these days were debtors or my landlord. An actual client? It'd been a while. I hastened to neaten the office up a bit, shoving old case files into my desk, emptying the ashtray, and stacking the whiskey bottles up by my chair.
"Come on in," I said after a moment, and in she walked.
The first thing I noticed about her was the way she carried herself in a red dress that hugged her figure so tightly. Confident. Sexy. Dangerous. Like a supermodel turned assassin. Every nerve within me was screaming to be rid of her but I choked down the anxiety by taking a drag from my cigarette. She took a seat and tucked a lock of her blonde bob cut behind her ear. Cool blue eyes stared into my own and for a moment I felt like she could tear my soul out of my body.
She pulled a cigarette from a pack of her own and plucked it between a pair of ruby lips, lighting it with a match which she promptly flicked into my ashtray. An inhale. "Are you Cohen?" she asked, the smoke coming out in wisps from her lips.
"Yeah. Henry Cohen, private eye. You got a name, miss?" I asked.
A small, seductive smile graced her features. "Elaine Foster. Missus."
Married woman, huh? Usually married women don't go walking around so seductively, unless they're trying to upset their husbands or find some sort of boy toy. That, or when they're trying to get some sucker to help them out. Just who the hell was she supposed to be? We gazed into each other's eyes as we tried to search through the other person's soul. I was trying to find some sliver of truth, she was trying to find some sliver of suspicion. The moment seemed to last a lifetime before I finally spoke up: "You said you have a job for me?"
Elaine bit her lip, as if hesitant to go on now that she was finally here, before nodding. "It... It involves my husband, Donald Foster. You might have heard his name before?"
Indeed I had. Donald Foster, owner of Foster's Department Stores. The man was also shot dead two nights ago according to the papers. There'd been no progress on the investigation, not that it surprised me; pay the cops enough and they'll look the other way, and when they do actually look into something, they don't look too hard. "Mmhm. I take it you want me to look into his murder for you?"
"That would be correct."
I sighed. On one hand, this was a job, which I desperately needed. Probably well paying coming from a dead rich man's wife. On the other hand, there was something off about this dame. I felt like getting involved in this would lead to the death of me. Sure, there was cash, but what good is cash when you're at the bottom of the Hale River with cinder blocks tied to your feet?
Might as well bite the bullet and give this a go. I grabbed a notepad and pencil from one of my drawers that I hadn't touched in ages. Need to get some notes. "Alright. Walk me through the details of the murder. Give me everything."
Elaine took in a deep breath then sighed, before nodding. "Okay. It was a quarter past eleven on Tuesday night. I had just got home-"
"Where were you?" I interrupted.
"Nowhere important. I just got home and I climbed the stairs up to the bedroom. I thought I'd see Donald there, waiting in bed and reading a book. Instead, I found him lying face down in a pool of his own blood, full of bullet holes."
I scribble down a few notes. "What happened next?"
"I was in shock. It took me about an hour before I called the police, and it took them about ten minutes after to get there. They didn't do much, just looked around the room for a bit, then called the coroner to haul the body away and left." She gives a dark laugh. "Didn't even clean up the blood. People these days, no manners."
I had to stop myself from laughing at that, instead twisting my lips into a barely contained smirk. "So the police were incompetent, that's nothing new, but this is a whole new level of incompetency. Do you think they might have been paid to look the other way on this?"
Elaine sighed and closed her eyes, thinking it over. "Maybe. I'm not sure. He was getting involved with some... Shady figures before his death. People looking to buy his store chain from him to boost their own profits. They might have killed him and paid off the police so he wasn't in the way."
"Have any ideas who those men would be?"
"One of them was a man named Antonio Braxton. He's the owner of a chain of competitors to my husband's stores."
This wasn't looking good for me. Shady businessmen with enough cash in their pockets to make the entire police force turn a blind eye up against me, a broken down and drunk private eye. Taking this case would be tantamount to suicide. Only an idiot would go for it.
"That's a lead if I've ever seen one. I'll look into it. Write your number down here and I'll call you after I get something."
Guess I was an idiot.
Elaine smiled and nodded, standing up from her chair. I handed her my notebook for her to write her number down. She turned and left my office, leaving me to collapse in my chair with a sigh. I got a case alright, one that I assumed would lead to my downfall. What kind of situation have I dragged myself into?
on 3/15/2020 1:22:24 PM
Okay fine I'll do something
Should I drop out of school?
on 3/1/2020 1:45:03 PM
As someone who dropped out in freshman year of high school, I will say this right now: do it if you have a plan. I didn't and I floundered around for a few years because of it. Now I've got my life sort of on track, but it took three years for me to do so.
If you can, try to get into Job Corps. That's what I'm doing right now. They'll get you your GED, training in a specific trade, and they can help you get into college, the military, advanced training in your trade of choice, or even just a job in the field after you complete. All of that for free. Really good deal, as long as you can stand the rules and the rather unbearable people.
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Colored Lines and Dark Tunnels
on 2/28/2020 6:17:22 PM
They're forever on my "to read" list. I did end up reading halfway through Roadside Picnic before I stopped and then just never got back to reading it.
Anyway I (and I imagine Turnip as well) wholly recommend the series, I got into it through the games which are hella good. Haven't read the books but from what I've heard they're great, even if the books and the games follow a different continuity.
Colored Lines and Dark Tunnels
on 2/27/2020 5:15:33 PM
Oh man, so glad you're writing this again. I loved what I read (even if it's especially similar to Metro) a while ago and I'll be sure to catch up by tonight.
Stupid News Thread
on 2/24/2020 10:16:53 PM
Have you seen the Sistine Chapel's ceiling? Shit's full of dudes with their dicks hanging out.