It's you and her against the world.

Entry for Endmasters Romance contest.

Just a short story on the thoughts of a lonely kid. May add another act to it but just wanted to get the beginning out.

Also please leave the first ending you got ^_^ .

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unkown." H.P Lovecraft

​It's going to take reading most of the paths to get the full story.

Special thanks to temporaryaccount for beta reading.

If you hate playing as a bad guy, then your probably going to hate playing this story.

This planet is your playground, they are your legion.

Colonists are due to arrive on your new home soon! So prepare with what you're given and the circumstances that you're put under.

Own slaves, be a pirate, be a native savage, be a guerilla fighter that's bloodthirsty for colonists , or take them down from within.

As long as you're a master over someone then you've technically won. 

LEAB THE FIRST ENDING YOU'V RECEIVED PLZ

Also I'm sorry if you're salty about the grammar but I worked to the last minute of the deadline for this one so didn't have anytime at all for revision. I'll unpublish this and work on it some more afterwards.

Entry for the December contest with the prompt: Villain protagonist terrorizing a space colony on an alien planet. 

Paths are set in different time periods of the town.

I'll make this into a full story someday.

Entry for December contest.

Inspired by French Revolution.

later use

End it.

They're watching us

There's a new student in your school. Leave the first Ending you received in the comments please.

Can one truly be neutral and Emotionless?

A expirement I guess.

Based on my experiences in MMO Guilds.
May make this into a mini series

You're underground.

The circumstances are unknown.

Either way, you must escape.

Run.

Doki Doki Fanfiction

Take a moment and sit with me

Prequel to Scum. Much better and much longer. Hope you Enjoy

Everyone dies in the end.

Going to to try to experiment with crossing over Metro and the Divsion.

Don't get lost in the woods.

So one day I was thinking back when I used to play Roblox and would roleplay the shit out of the servers.

One such server involved ships and the Sea

Enjoy

apoc rising 

robloxia

after the flash

apartment life.  Robber

battle of Gettysburg

Tycoons

mining voxels down

lumberjack tycoon 

survival islands griefing with fire

zombie island rescue with help from aircraft carrier

zombie city, Survive infected until train comes

Let's go on adventure

You can't wipe whats already stained. Heavy Inspiration from 500 days of Summer.

Oh yea, this isn't a love story.

Pick your Gender or Sexuality.

Warning:Highly Offensive and Graphic Material.

You're stuck knee deep in the revolution now.

Forges

WW2 Game

Been seriously working on this story recently as I try to get it finished in a reasonable time frame.

Let me know what you think of this first page.

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Growing up as a child you always spent much of your free-time with your granddad during the summers in which you were out of school. You had always looked up to him in ways that you’ve never have to any other person, even your own parents surprisingly.

Thinking back now, you wondered why your Grandpa would never get annoyed at you when you kept on going into his workshop to snoop and watch him work on his latest project whenever you had finished helping your grandma with chores. Concentration on his labor could almost never be broken, as long as you didn’t yell out or do anything dumb. You could watch him work for hours as he turned blocks of boring clay into beautiful miniature figurines and sculptures that you looked as if a magician had a hand in creating such beauties.

The items he created looked so real, so life like that you just wanted to examine each of his creations to find every single miniscule detail that he molded or painted. Even at that age though you knew how fragile the creations could be, so you always took great care with the miniatures that your grandad allowed you to play with when you politely asked if you could.

"Grandpa, can you teach me how to make these toys too?" You would ask innocently from time to time.

Laughing, he would ruffle your hair with his clay stained fingers.

"Trust me my boy, there's a lot of tedious steps involved in this craft, you would just get bored."

You would pout heavily at this and shake your head. "No I Wouldn't Grandpa! please show me how, pretty please!"

No matter how much you complained and pouted, your Grandpa would just be amused at your tantrums, and return back to his work. You would end up relenting and just continued watch him again as you always did, hoping that you would be able to learn yourself just by watching. But the way he moved his hands, the way he shaped the clay, you tried it on your own countless of times and never were you able to match his precision and finesse with that soft material.

It angered you at times, although that envy that you held slowly started to fizzle out as you got older, as did the trips you would take during the summer to your Grandpa's workshop. You could honestly say you just stopped caring, and although the amazement of his craft never faded from your thoughts, it just ended up becoming an after thought that you would casually remember from time to time.

All the memories that you had made with your Grandpa all at the same time flooded back into your thoughts on this day, in which his passing finally came. When you first heard the news you felt your grief in many ways, first anger, then guilt and finally depression.The giant ball of guilt hurt you the most, you blamed yourself for not visiting him more after grandma had died, just imagining him alone in that farmhouse made your heart ache as if it had been torn. You couldn't even remember what you even did the last day that you saw him, let alone the last words he said to you.

Your eyes burn with tears as you watch him be lowered into the depths of his designated grave site by your dad and the rest of your relatives who were handling his coffin.

Such a shitty day.

Can someone help me download new Minecraft shader packs please? 

Sounds fun, I'll check it out

Who catfished you?

She’s only had 13 years to try everything give her a break smh 

Shut up queer aren’t you banned

I’ve had a pleasurable experience tasting authentic food in the thirteen years that I have graced this Earth. My tastebuds have both been tantalized by favorable foreign cuisines along with being raped by shit that belongs at the bottom of Hitlers boot. What really grinds my gears more than anything however is faux foods being served by faux ‘chefs’ or so they decide to call themselves. Like honestly what does a Korean man have anything to know about cooking American burgers, it might look good yes, but after seeing the person that cooked it I couldn’t even fathom stomaching such shit food. Authentic food, is defined by culture yes. Do you know what is also defined by culture though?

The answer is race if you didn’t already know. So should it really be a surprise that, that correlation should have a effect on the person who cooks the food in which the culture dictates on how it should be made. I don’t really like to flex myself, but I would certainly call myself adventurous. My BLACK uncle, would always take me down south on spring breaks to immerse myself in the delight that is Louisiana culture. Do you know what race each person was who made my food in this state, well I’ll let you guess for yourself, but let’s just say I was most pleased with the service that I experienced.

Now I know what you are thinking, some may call what I say racist, or Ill informed. But I’ll have you know that I have three BLACK friends, all who I hang out a lot with, I even know some Irish man as well, and you can’t get anymore not racist than that if you’re intelligent with your history of the world.

But anyway, back on topic, I implore each and every one of you to make sure you see the type of person that is cooking your food if  you’re dining out at a authentic type of establishment. Trust me completely when I say that you wil have a much better experience with your food I’f you see that all the conditions are met. For example, one time I was deep in Mexico, in one of the most backwater town imaginable,  when the food that I was eating started to make me cough up blood in a most heavy fashion. Was I surprised? Yes, but I still enjoyed my meal and finished it with pride. These poor third world creatures poured their heart and souls into this meal and I would be a horrible person if I didn’t indulge in such dedication, while being in such a authentic environment. So what if there’s a Indian taking a fat shit right outside on the street and not even bothering to wipe right outside the restaurant you are eating at in India. This should only make the meal you are eating feel even more so good.

If anyone would like to debate me on this then feel free to reply, it would be a joy to convert another fellow connoisseur to the delights that make up authenticity.

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WIP Thread for a story I’m doing.

DEADLINE: June 20

Time to 150k words on mobile, lez do this 

Will the prizes be pats on the back?