Crescentstar, The Dramatist

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6/27/2017 3:22 PM

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23 wins / 35 losses


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Last Update: 6/22/17

Bai Qiu Lian: 0 words
Secret Winter Story: 1,542 words
Nostalgic Memories: 483 words

ToS List: Pineapplekitty, Rivertail, Virtualide

Thank you's: Thank you, Kiel's awesome partner generator—for that I'll be eternally grateful. Thank you, everyone who supported me. Thank you Shadow for everything. Thank you Set for being friendly to, like, everything and everyone.Thank you Raven for tolerating me. cx Thank you, Orange and Minnie for pushing me and all that.


"Guided by my parents but raised by the internet." - Ford

"As long as people stay out of my kicking range" - Me, in honor of a friend's suggestion

"I refuse to partake in any of this. I am strictly neutral in this war." - Seto, the true Sage

"It takes a monster to kill a monster." - Caleana Sardothien/Sarah J Mass (whichever you prefer); Heir of Fire

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Secret Santa Story

This is my 2016 December Ballad Contest entry

Note: Any items are in the girl's inventory.

Also, this entry is quite short, but there are several endings.

Beware some of the things in here as they're quite... unfriendly.

Featured Story Three Hundred Thousand Tears

To some, it's called the "Forgotten Holocaust of World War II". The atrocities committed in the Pacific theater of war during World War II are arguably the most inhumane and cruel acts done in all of human history.

Play as either Zhaoluo or Li, a pair of stepsisters, along with a touch of enemy perspective.

Endings: 3 Normal Epilogues, 2 Special Epilogue (an altered version of a normal epilogue due to at least one choice), 2 Normal Endings, 2 Death Endings.

1. I do not intend to discriminate against any group; I think that all types of people can be very nice and kind, and I'm writing in both sides' possible perspectives, so keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that the Japanese and Chinese had always had tensions between them, and their bias against the other can be very strong.
2. I've taken some creative liberties with the story, which include making up appearances for real people/characters and the lack of police officers and guards in the camp the protagonist resides in. It is historical fiction after all. Oh, and I'm pretty sure that some of the swear words I used don't really exist in Chinese, but my knowledge in that area is not too good.
3. Information found are on various sources listed at the end of the main path (the most boring path, of course).
4. Although much of it is optional, and because I can't write such things very well, there will be mentions and mild descriptions of violence, gore, rape/forced incest, decapitation/removal of body parts, and other dark subjects. Viewer discretion advised.
5. Update (1): Thanks you, StrykerL, for the critique. I've incorporated most of the tips. Future Updates (?): Extended paths, Hidesada Path.


Thanks to TharaApples for beta-reading. :D Also, I'd like to also mention Orange and MinnieKing for (keeping me entertained and) helping each other procrastinate during our time with all this: *gestures wildly*. Of course, for also shoving each other toward the finish line (he he). Oh, and Steve24833: Thanks for a few informational pointers and stuff. Thanks to the people who've given writing advice to me in my time here because they were very helpful.

If you notice anything wrong, incorrect, or otherwise... odd, please let me know! ^-^

Enjoy. :D

Nostalgic Memories

Things from the past seem to come back to me. Beautiful memories of how all of us were so happy together. We would chat every day and strengthen our bonds everyday. It was summertime then, and the the light was so bright and lovely; it cast a warm glow on all of us, our auras were so bright. I would go to the length to say that I love them. I love them so much. They were the people I hold closest to my heart, and I cannot bear to ever lose them, to ever stop talking with them and sharing our lives with each other.

But... now. It's all gone. All ruined. I can't stand how these beautiful memories are so out of reach, so blurry and bleak. I can't stand how one of the people I say I love has changed so much... and for the worse. I can't stand how my friends have to leave, one after another, slowly and slowly. I can't stand watching them leave me. I can't stand it. It's breaking me slowly. I love them all; they are very dear to my heart. These people are some of the best friends I've ever had. But they're changed and gone... and I fear that they don't know how much I truly, truly love them.

Recent Posts

Week of Literature: El the second one on 6/27/2017 3:21:10 PM


New Contest Starting Soon on 6/24/2017 7:09:21 PM

:O This will get me writing again. I've written close to nothing since the Chaos Contest ended. Look forward to it, Berka! ^-^

Week of Literature: El the second one on 6/23/2017 3:59:07 PM

>:T Meanie.

Week of Literature: El the second one on 6/22/2017 9:38:59 PM


Week of Literature: El the second one on 6/22/2017 8:45:57 PM

T-T I got lazzyyyyyyy. >_<

Anyone ever toilet trained a cat? on 6/22/2017 12:44:41 PM

*thinks* I doubt it'd work, but that'd be amazing. xD

Hello I guess on 6/22/2017 12:42:58 PM

*high fives to procrastination and laziness* Welcome aboard! :D

Motivation Thread: Sanctimonium Stories on 6/22/2017 12:41:49 PM

:D Keep writing! I hope you finish. ^_^

Week of Literature: El the second one on 6/22/2017 12:40:16 PM

Alright... I feel like this is a bunch of bs. xD I had given up by the time I got through it.


What history doesn’t know is that the Amazons was an effing mafia. Hippolyta wasn’t just the most famous almighty queen of a ferocious tribe of women. She was the almighty godmother or whatever people called it of a belligerent pack of she-wolves. Not really.

They happily traveled through Europe and the northern parts of Africa to found many cities and conquered others. The ones they conquered, they required heavy tributes from them and threw fits when they didn’t get whatever spices or gold or metal they wanted.

The Amazons were split into three different groups under a single queen—Themiscyreians, Lycastians, and Chadesians. They all fed her riches and wealth and whatever she wanted. Below each tribe ruler were cavalry leaders that led their own forces of warriors. They were the largest organized crime society in the godsdamned world as of then, holding fighting competitions to elect their generals and procreating with the Gargareans despite wanting to kill them. They were the “slayers of men” after all with their javelins, axes, bows, and lovely crescent-shaped shields.

Despite being the legendary creators of cavalry, they couldn’t kill dragons. Which made them sad. The Greeks attacked them around that time, so they took out their anger on the Greek men, who were all graceless and sweaty. They lost and something about a boat and Scythia and killing some more people. Eventually, they merged with a group of young Scythian men and learned Scythian because the men were too infatuated with the women that they couldn’t learn amazon.

Perhaps that was the end of the great mafia, or perhaps that was just the beginning of a darker organization of killer women. Of course they still ruled on, becoming rich and wealthy and all that from tributes and intimidation. Who knew how they began? Who knows how they ended if at all? *brow wiggle*

Poetry Prompts - Week 10 on 6/21/2017 11:42:07 AM

*hands End a lulz*