Earmuffsred, The Reader
Struggling story game maker.
A game in a magical RPG world with superpowers. What's not to love? Nick embarks on a journey as a disappointing slob of a person as a magic-less, hopeless virgin lad who is anything but a hero.
Unfortunately for you, the player, who is trying to make him into one.
The beautiful journey of a man in a blue shirt who goes through trials and tribulations, hope and despair, love and hate, to get to that shiny bowl to take a dump.
New York Times (20XX): Best game ever, touching and moved me to tears.
Suspicious publication: Game of the lifetime
Author note- Don't expect novel game play or story. If you survive playing it, kudos to you!
Good luck losing a couple of IQ points. You are a narcissistic guy named Micheal, a sane guy in this school of students who study in the absolute worst school in town. AKA, the pupils are mostly idiots.
Considered a comedy (horrible jokes), mystery (I try not to have plot holes) and whatever I want. Really linear. First game, there's no need to take this game seriously, feel free to give criticism as I want to improve.
...A story that is updated every week as an excuse for the author's incompetence!
Thrilling storyline that mashes dark elements and immature humor!
Weird experimentation done in a story game even though its the author's first published game!
I dare anyone to come and roast this strange game after playing.
Jack can't catch a break. He keeps getting himself into stupidly weird situations which threatening his life.
You are his ghost great-grandfather who has to keep him alive.
Non serious, probably made quickly too.
Topic: Differential Equations
I need to study for a test. I want to play a game.
Welcome to my compromise. Enjoy..
Zombies and math. There's no correlation. Not until now.
When the zombie apocalypse happened, I thought that it was my true calling. I rushed out with my axe...
"Aw, my cute brother is playing with his toy," Chris appeared next to me as I kneel down from defeat. Effortlessly, he shot one in the groin with a blue gun, instantly causing the zombie to fall down on its face.
"Dude, that's cruel, and I didn't need your help," I glared at Chris. Chris just laughed (hahaha he got shot in the balls) as he threw at me a silver gun. I caught it deftly.
"Thanks..." I managed to stammer out. "Oh and one more thing," Chris bent down to open a screen at the grip, "you can only shoot after you answer a math question."
I pressed the trigger, and when the gun didn't fire, I cursed out loud.
"Haha yeah I love you too but I'll have to leave," Chris activated his jetpack and flew away.