Chris113022, The Novelist

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I'm Chris. I write sometimes. Current Projects: When The Music's Over - Semi-dark fantasy story about a hero past his prime going on one last quest. (ACTIVE) Into The Decay - Grimdark fantasy RPG about a knight searching for a way to turn back a plague. Experiment in scripting. (ON HOLD) Hard Boiled (name subject to change) - Neo-noir cyberpunk story about a hitman. Sequel to TechNOIR with three missions and one secret mission. (ON HOLD)

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Featured Story Dark Nights

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.

Dusty Fist

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.

Dusty Fist 2: Electric Boogaloo

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.

Hard Night

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.

Author's Note: 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.

Silent Night

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.

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Recent Posts

Digit's Thread on 10/17/2019 6:40:36 PM
digit pls come back i miss u

Poll: Vault CYS on 10/17/2019 6:34:33 PM
Please, I'll be having fun buddy adventures with Tim while you all are being boring inside your bunkers.

Poll: Vault CYS on 10/16/2019 7:58:39 PM
Lol, Bill's an old man who doesn't know how to embed images correctly.

Ectocomp 2019 on 10/16/2019 6:13:56 PM
Is it Spooky Fist time? I think it's Spooky Fist time.

Time Travel Game Recommendations on 10/15/2019 7:46:50 PM
Oh, wait, I completely misinterpreted what you meant lol. I thought you meant that you wanted a game like that. Yeah, sorry, not sure of any good time travel games on this site. Might want to avoid Paradox Factor as well as that's also of the "through the protagonist's life" sort of time travel story (though a damn great one of those types of stories as well).

Time Travel Game Recommendations on 10/15/2019 7:32:07 PM
While not on here, Paradox Factor on Hosted Games is a great time travel choice game. 99 cents on Google Play and the App Store. ... Jesus Christ, I sound like a paid advertisement. There's also Through Time, which I haven't read, but also contains time travel. There's probably other, lesser games out there that are similar to what you're looking for but those two are what I think most people would suggest. If you don't mind digging up a copy on Amazon or scrawling the web for a PDF there's also The Cave of Time, the first of the CYOA line and my own personal favorite.

Poll: Vault CYS on 10/15/2019 4:06:59 PM
lol fag

Risk My Attention (CYStia: Land of Freedom) on 10/14/2019 9:41:49 PM
The difficulty meter is gonna get nuked anyway, so it's best not to worry about it tbh.

After Impact: A Post-Nuclear Tale on 10/11/2019 3:09:07 PM
When the bombs fell, we were all damned. Those who survived found themselves in ruins. The old world order was gone, destroyed by humanity's own foolishness. Nothing was built to last; the mightiest of civilizations rise and fall. Perhaps, it was time for our own to fall. Nuclear winter fell over the land, blotting out the sun and casting a cold sheet over the world. Crops would no longer grow, natural heat would no longer come. What was left of humanity survived by scavenging the food that was left in the ruins of cities and towns, a rare few by raising, breeding, and finally slaughtering any animals they could find. It was back to square one. Were it not for the survival of most pre-war weaponry and equipment, then humanity would have returned to sticks and stones. Guns could be used to scare off any sort of trespasser looking to steal your things, vehicles used to safely traverse the now hostile landscape. Mutants, the result of animals reacting to the radioactivity in the air, began to emerge. What various forms of entertainment taught us about mutants was not true; these were feral and monstrous beasts, dying slowly of radiation poisoning and refusing to go down without a fight. Some humans too close to blast zones were unlucky enough to join these mutants, becoming husks of their former selves. In this new world, it was kill or be killed. My family was thankfully spared during the initial strikes, finding refuge in their home town of Marston, a small farming community in southern Arkansas. The town quickly acted in securing and defending their homes, using everything at their disposal to do so: broken down cars were formed into walls, abandoned homes were torn down and the scrap used for construction of watchtowers, all the guns in the town were stockpiled and used for defending it. What was once a small town you'd drive past or through without a second thought in the old world was now a well defended stronghold in the new one. I was not around for this, of course. Most of my knowledge of it comes from my parents and the older folks in town. It wasn't until several years after the bombs fell that I was born. At the beginning of a story like this you expect the hero to be from special circumstances, but no; I was not the first nor last of the children to be born in the new world, I did not have amazing powers, nor was I heavily mutated. I was a healthy baby boy, one of quite a few delivered in the year 2028, and my parents were hard working citizens of Marston. They named me David, after my mother's father. Growing up in a world such as this, only hearing of the way it used to be from pictures and stories... It's a strange experience. My parents were happy knowing that I thirsted for knowledge of the old world, of the way things used to be, and happily gave it out. The people of Marston were more mixed on the matter. When I asked, I would get one of two reactions: some would stare away in the distance wistfully, thinking of a time far gone, before telling me what I wanted to know. Others would stare that same wistful stare before shaking their heads and telling me to let the past die. The only constant between the two types of person is that bittersweet memory of the old world. I'm not sure if I would want to experience it. Childhood in the new world was different from how my parents grew up. There was time for playing, but all children were expected to start working and recieving training at the age of 10. Nothing strenuous, mostly sorting food, gathering scrap, or running messages through the town. The training was mandatory for all children, teaching them how to shoot, hunt, and scavenge. Everyone needed to pull their weight in the town, and teaching them how to do so from a young age seemed to be the best way. When I came of age my father trained me personally when he could, on top of the mandated training I received from the guards. He was also a guard for the town, watching over it at night to keep us safe from any mutants or hostile humans looking to hurt us. He had experience handling weaponry, seeing as he was a hobbyist hunter before the collapse, and passed down everything he knew to me. Were it not for his guidance, I don't think I would be able to handle myself as well as I can. When I wasn't receiving training from father or the other guards, I was spending time with my mother. She was a doctor before the collapse, and ran the town's infirmary. Though I didn't pick up first aid as well as I did shooting, she still gave me invaluable skills to use should I find myself in a situation where I have to patch someone or, God forbid, myself up. In this world, not having even minor knowledge of first aid is a death sentence. Most of the people my age in town had grand aspirations, from venturing to larger cities and discovering what lies in the ruins, or even reforming the government. Myself? I had no such dreams. I simply wanted to live as normal a life as I could. Defending the town like my father, or running the clinic like my mother. Settling down with a nice girl and living a quiet life in my hometown. Leaving the safety of the scrap walls seemed unthinkable to me. However, things do not always work out the way we want them to. You wouldn't care much for my story anyhow if it was just a recount of my day to day life at home. This is the story of how I left my home town to save it, and the many perils I came across on the way. As with any tale, I'll start at the beginning. Hopefully, I have your ear.

After Impact: A Post-Nuclear Tale on 10/11/2019 3:08:51 PM
Alternate title: Chris ignores his main projects and writes post-apocalyptic stuff. This is my first attempt at writing an actual novel and sticking to it. Most of this was written up in a caffeine fuelled haze so do point out any huge errors. I'll be attempting to serialize this with a new part every once in a while (AKA when I feel like taking a break from my main projects). There's quite a number of influences for this story, most of which are obvious (Fallout, Metro, STALKER, The Road). I also want to give a shoutout to TurnipBandit and his story Colored Lines and Dark Tunnels, which gave me the idea to serialize this story here as I write it. Here's a brief summary of the plot: The year is 2048, 28 years after a nuclear war that resulted in the collapse of society as we know it. A young man named David must venture from the safety of his home in the small town of Marston, Arkansas to seek out a way to eliminate the bandits and mutants plaguing it. Word has it that an elite paramilitary task force exists in the ruins of Little Rock, now re-dubbed Sanctuary. David's journey will take him from his sheltered life in one of the last bastions of humanity to the irradiated ruins of post-nuclear America and beyond. The story is written in first-person because I'm a pleb. The prologue will be posted shortly after this initial post. It's not very long, just barely over 1k words. As mentioned, it's also pretty rough, so please give feedback if possible. If this would be better suited for Writing Workshop, then do move the thread any mod who pokes in.