Chris113022, The Wordsmith

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9/22/2014

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Ryder on CoG on 11/27/2017 9:46:17 PM

I made a joke about non-binary people being insane, and yep, Kiel docked me points for it.


Ryder on CoG on 11/27/2017 3:43:06 AM

Right, in my tiredness I forgot to mention that.

The twin in the WIP was supposed to be an identical twin, IIRC, so of course they'd be the same gender.


Ryder on CoG on 11/27/2017 2:39:20 AM

What a bunch of fucking faggots.

Well, at least the lot of them are. I enjoy quite a few Choice of Games games and a few WIPs have piqued my interest, but the people there get so butt hurt so easily that it's just ridiculous.

I actually have an account there (haven't been banned yet), and on one WIP your character is a twin, and someone asked if the twin would always be the same gender as you even if you were trans/non-binary or something similar. So I point out "twins are always of the same gender", then someone else says some bullshit about how gender and sex are different or something. So even the smallest things can be turned into a debate over gender/sexual orientation/some other SJW shit over there.

I mean, I have no problem with LGBT people, but the fact that the most vocal of them are baby back bitches who get triggered over the stupidest shit pisses me the fuck off. CoG is filled with that group and caters to them, and it's just baffling.

TL;DR: Chris has a love hate relationship with Choice of Games.


Happy Birthday to Me on 11/3/2017 2:57:39 PM

Oh boy, today's the day. The day I can officially get my driver's license and a job. It's my sixteenth birthday.

So yeah. It's my birthday I guess. Good for me.


Halloween Hype Thread on 10/31/2017 5:02:29 PM

Gonna be taking my little cousins trick-or-treating, then I'll be going out and smashing pumpkins with a few friends after my cousins go to bed. Going out as a werewolf, originally considered Jason Vorhees (not the hockey mask Jason either, Jason from Part II when he only had the burlap sack) or a plague doctor (ha), but settled on werewolf because it was traditional and the mask was kickass.


A random drabble Chris wrote one time. on 10/12/2017 11:37:02 PM

Fuck it, this place will be my archive for short stories I guess. Here's something I just whipped up for Goretober, can read it here or in the Inktober/Goretober thread.

Enjoy.

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It had started only a few days after my trip to South America.

These rashes showed up on my stomach, my face, my arms, my legs, any part of my body really. At first I thought nothing of it, applied some rash cream and went on with my day. It got worse.

There were these pains in my stomach, like something was trying to burrow its way out or something. I went to the doctor, but he said he couldn't find anything wrong with me. I tried to forget about it, thinking it was maybe just food poisoning or something similar.

The diarrhea started. My shit was basically just brown water with little chunks in them, but there were tinges of blood. I was really starting to freak the hell out. After a few days, my shit was just pure blood. Piss too. I thought I was dying.

During a bathroom break, after shitting I checked, to see if it was still blood. But floating in that toilet bowl, surrounded by bloody feces, was... Something.

It was white, and rubbery and covered in my blood and fecal matter. It kind of looked like a condom for a baby dick after some violent anal fucking, but it couldn't have been, I'm not into that fucked up shit. I looked closer at it, and it twitched slightly.

That wasn't a condom.

It was a worm.

No. Hell to the fucking no.

I didn't even bother wiping my bloody ass. I ran straight outside and got in my car, and drove straight for the hospital. Bloody shit dripping down my leg, I ran straight into the emergency room and frantically explained to the receptionist what happened. She called a doctor and some nurses down into the room and they rushed me to a room on a stretcher. They did some scans, and found dozens of worms in my dietary tract.

Hell no.

In the end, I got surgery to remove them. Put a big dent in my savings, but it's not like I was just going to wait until some fucking worms nibbled through my guts.

...

Weeks have passed since then. They said they took them all out. But sometimes, at night, I listen closely, and swear I can hear a little tiny nibbling sound coming from within my head.


Inktober/Goretober on 10/12/2017 11:35:51 PM

Here's a quick short story on the 'insects' topic for Goretober.

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It had started only a few days after my trip to South America.

These rashes showed up on my stomach, my face, my arms, my legs, any part of my body really. At first I thought nothing of it, applied some rash cream and went on with my day. It got worse.

There were these pains in my stomach, like something was trying to burrow its way out or something. I went to the doctor, but he said he couldn't find anything wrong with me. I tried to forget about it, thinking it was maybe just food poisoning or something similar.

The diarrhea started. My shit was basically just brown water with little chunks in them, but there were tinges of blood. I was really starting to freak the hell out. After a few days, my shit was just pure blood. Piss too. I thought I was dying.

During a bathroom break, after shitting I checked, to see if it was still blood. But floating in that toilet bowl, surrounded by bloody feces, was... Something.

It was white, and rubbery and covered in my blood and fecal matter. It kind of looked like a condom for a baby dick after some violent anal fucking, but it couldn't have been, I'm not into that fucked up shit. I looked closer at it, and it twitched slightly.

That wasn't a condom.

It was a worm.

No. Hell to the fucking no.

I didn't even bother wiping my bloody ass. I ran straight outside and got in my car, and drove straight for the hospital. Bloody shit dripping down my leg, I ran straight into the emergency room and frantically explained to the receptionist what happened. She called a doctor and some nurses down into the room and they rushed me to a room on a stretcher. They did some scans, and found dozens of worms in my dietary tract.

Hell no.

In the end, I got surgery to remove them. Put a big dent in my savings, but it's not like I was just going to wait until some fucking worms nibbled through my guts.

...

Weeks have passed since then. They said they took them all out. But sometimes, at night, I listen closely, and swear I can hear a little tiny nibbling sound coming from within my head.


A random drabble Chris wrote one time. on 10/11/2017 10:38:35 PM

Like the title says, this is just a random thing I wrote out of boredom. It's inspired by Twin Peaks, specifically the Black Lodge portions of the show. I might post more short stories here if I want I guess.

Enjoy. Or not. I dunno, here it is.

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Sometimes, he contemplates his time here.

He does not know how long he has been trapped in this room, this room of plain white walls and black velvet curtains. Time seems to blend here, until he does not know the difference between days and months, between seconds and centuries. He sits here, in an armchair of black leather, with no contact save for the occasional visit from an abomination that chooses to sit in the (currently vacant) armchair across from him.

While he waits, for what he does not know, he thinks of the abominations. Sometimes, there is something resembling a bipedal turtle. Other times, a little man in a red tunic with a matching hat. Once there was an overgrown fetus, but he prefers to forget when it showed up.

He remembers a woman in a flowing white dress, which contrasted beautifully with the black leather, who used to sit with him but has been gone for a long time (or did she just leave?). She would speak to him in words that were fractured and would have left the average person confused, but he understood like it was his first language. What he would give to hear her voice now.

Occasionally, he sees something out of the corner of his eye. But whenever he looks, he seems to be just a second (mayhaps an hour?) too late and it scurries away only to return as soon as he goes back to staring blankly ahead. This has happened many times, and recently he has given up on the hope of ever seeing what it is.

He is not exactly sure what this room is anymore. It may be Limbo, or even Hell, but he does not think so because, from what he remembers, he entered it voluntarily. Why he entered it voluntarily is unclear, but it must have been a good reason. After all, who would subject themselves to this for nothing?

He blinks, and the room still has not changed.

Sometimes, he contemplates his time here.


Murder becomes legal on 10/11/2017 10:34:46 PM

Hide, definitely. I know I've pissed off some people badly enough that if murder was legal they'd kill me and play in my intestines.


cys used to be so active, where did the time go? on 10/11/2017 7:52:18 PM

No, I haven't, but thanks for the idea. I might just do that.