Fluxion, The Contributor
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Left to fend for themselves, two children brave a dark forest, and the evil it hides.________________________________________________________________
This storygame is short, and it's kind of a kid's story. It's actually part of an idea I've been rolling around about a collection of fairy tales/spooky tales, a sort of anthology. It's my take on the classic Brother's Grimm tale, and it's not complicated, nor is it replete with a myriad of parallel plot lines. There are three endings (four if you count dying), but do not expect vastly different outcomes: it basically comes down to who ends up dying by the end.
It's also possible to completely avoid the main plot section (The Cottage), although I wouldn't recommend that path, as the story is short enough as it is. I'm not sure if this falls under fantasy or horror, but I think I'll go with horror, even if it isn't particularly scary. It's a bit macabre in places, but ultimately it is a children's story.
Visually speaking, I'd advise playing with images on, otherwise you might have to highlight text in order to read it in some cases. Also, you might want to scroll the text so it isn't directly on top of the moon on a few pages. A mild annoyance, I'm sorry, but I couldn't implement the full scripting I wanted to in order to handle that problem.
Lastly, admittedly this was put together quickly from a base idea jotted down earlier, due to the nuclear attack on the website over the past month, which put me too far behind to finish the entry I wanted to for Killa Robot's "Feels" competition. It is what it is: just a short take on a classic tale. Not a lot of feels, but a little bit of pseudo-early modern English ;).
Republishing (again) due to image hosting issues. 1/8/2018
Some quick info on the setting: It is generally believed that hominids lost their thick fur around 1.2 million years ago or so, give or take. However, for the sake of this story, Homo neanderthalensis will have thicker body hair than Homo sapiens (not bear-thick, but still thicker). There are two reasons I have chosen to do this: (1) They lived in the colder regions. (2) Homo neanderthalensis appears to have had primitive clothing compared to Homo sapiens; basically just fur capes, while Homo sapiens had more advanced stitching and more tightly tailored clothing (which kept them more warm). So I feel having neanderthals a little more hairy than Homo sapiens is a reasonable liberty for me to take in this story.
As for language and technology, both Homo sapiens and Homo neanderthalensis shared almost identical vocal anatomy where it matters. Despite neanderthals not having left behind nearly as much advanced artwork, they very likely had complex language just like Homo sapiens. As for fire technology, for the purpose of this story I am assuming that different hominid tribes were further advanced than others, irrespective of species. The neanderthal tribe the protagonist comes from has yet to master creation of fire.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Update: Put an End Game link on the same page the Epilogue link is, so you can skip it if you want, since it is so unpopular ;) .
WARNING: There isn't much by way of blatantly graphic sex in this storygame, but there are plenty of deviant erotic situations, including some pretty rapey ones. If such scenarios disturb you, this storygame probably isn't for you.
At its core, this storygame is a tale of a screwed up BDSM relationship, which you cultivate as the ultimate "sub." The goal of this storygame is to get your boss to engage in as many "unprofessional" acts as possible, and to eventually sway him into falling for you, all without getting fired along the way. If you make the right decisions, the game escalates from event to event, bringing you closer and closer to a relationship with your boss. It's pretty linear, and you'll know for certain if you get the "winning" ending. Let's just say it will involve a leash and some public humiliation. *1/8/2019 Republishing to re-upload background images.
You work in a small law firm, performing both receptionist and data entry roles. Your job is thankless and tedious, but one thing keeps you coming back: your boss, Brandon Wheeler. Aloof and dispassionate, Wheeler exudes a muted but overwhelming power you find irresistible, and you are determined to tame that power, even if it costs you your career.
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My only issue is I feel like there probably should have been a paragraph break right before "Desmond sat down to eat his breakfast." While it's related to the previous sentence, the last sentence prior intuitively feels like it closes a chain of thought. I could be wrong, of course.
Otherwise I thought it was excellent. I was anticipating some weird twist like him being psychic and his red sky vision predicting a murder across the street, but the fact that he's just getting senile and nuts is even better. I love a tragic story.
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The rider knew he would die.
The dragon had razed kingdom after kingdom to the ground, and now the army was in disarray. Word came of reinforcements, including a powerful sorcerer, but they'd never reach the Royal City in time. Not unless the dragon was delayed.
And so the rider volunteered when no one else would
Now, the fateful decision made, the rider mounts his steed. He rides through the empty town as terrified fathers shutter windows and wailing children bury their faces in their mother's breasts. He rides through the city gates, no guards left to defend them. He rides toward the dark clouds of ash roiling on the horizon; toward the fiery inferno that was once the local farms; toward his own imminent death. He watches the ground pass by as his horse gallops, knowing he will never see such precious earth again. He notices the beautiful yellow-orange reflection of the distant fires in the puddles as his horse stomps through them, mindful that, like the images on the water, his own existence is soon to be scattered and lost.
Soon the source of the fires appears through the smoke. The towering monster sits arrogantly across the field, silhouetted against the smokey forest and setting sun behind him. Few sunbeams penetrate the dark shroud, but those that do reveal a face with an intense malevolence, seething with hunger and hatred.
Coming to a stop some three hundred paces before the monster, the rider takes in the terrifying visage before him. He knows he has no chance of defeating the dragon, but that was never his aim in the first place. He meant only to survive long enough for the reinforcements to arrive, and hope that by his death, his people would gain the time they needed to kill the monster.
The man checks his sword and then readies his lance. He pulls down his visor. The time has come. He gently squeezes the neck of his horse, a gesture his long time friend recognizes: a farewell. He kicks his heels.
Man and horse are one as the charge begins, each step an unstoppable drum beat signaling the march to oblivion. Step by terrifying step the horse approaches the dragon, yet neither man nor beast wavers. The dragon waits apathetically, assuming the man will buckle in fear and retreat. But the man and horse refuse to succumb to terror. Insulted that a mere mortal would dare refuse to tremble in its presence, the dragon's face turns from arrogance to rage. The beast takes wing, circling wide to gain speed.
The rider lowers his lance as the dragon peels back and flies directly toward him. He refuses to close his eyes, choosing to meet his fate head on.
The dragon opens its mouth...
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