Mathias, The Reader

Member Since

4/24/2017

Last Activity

11/4/2019 2:09 PM

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97

Post Count

25

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0

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15 wins / 8 losses

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Hey all. Not much to know about me. I waste a lot of my time playing videogames or watching Netflix when I should be working on my story. Feel free to send me a PM if you want something done, or just want to chat.

Recent Posts

Ficsean_Chef vs. Castorgreatpoetguy : Poets' Duel on 4/29/2019 8:04:11 PM

You would think that someone who was confident enough in their poem writing abilites to name themselves "Great Poet Guy" would actually be decent at writing poems. 


Ficsean_Chef vs. Castorgreatpoetguy : Poets' Duel on 4/29/2019 1:55:52 PM

My vote goes to #2


Black, Female or Gay? on 4/29/2019 10:39:07 AM

Straight White Male - Straight White Female for me


Wizards and Ogres!! on 4/29/2019 9:41:23 AM

I haven't touched it at all either. I told Castor when he asked for my help that I probably wasn't going to write too much in the story itself as I want to focus more on my projects.


Newly Created Storygames on 4/26/2019 6:40:50 PM

Do you get the same error message when you try to go back to the page?
 

e: I'd assume so. I'm getting the same error.


Storygame Editor Wiped my Progress on 4/22/2019 9:36:12 PM

I was wrapping up a fairly long page in the game I'm working on right now, and after finishing the page I went to hit the close and save changes button. However, instead of saving and closing, it took me to page that read something along the lines of "You tried to go to a page that doesn't exist." I went back to the storygame editor and all of my progress on the page was gone. I get that it's not a huge issue and that it's easily solvable by just writing the page in a different program, but it was annoying nonetheless.


The Afflicted on 4/15/2019 3:02:05 PM

Not too judgemental at all, though I think you kind of missed the point. As to avoid any spoilers posted publicly, I can explain it further via PM if you'd like. 


The Afflicted on 4/14/2019 8:14:50 PM

Hey all, I've finally got around to making another short story. This one turned out to be pretty short, but it gets the point across. Unlike my last one, I know for a fact that I'll make more stories similar to this one. Just as a heads up, they won't be set in the same universe; It'll be more of an anthology. Feedback is welcome and appreciated, as always.
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A man slowly rode down a dirt path. His exquisite silk tunic blew gently in the wind. Flanking him on either side was a heavily armored man holding a shield, and with a sheathed sword on their side.

Soon after, the small group ride into a decent sized village. All of its inhabitants were serfs, forced to work the land and give most of their earning to the noble who owned the manor. The very same noble who just strolled into town. As he walked down the path, a quickly increasing number of peasants lined up on the side of the road. The noble continued riding until it got to the point that nearly everyone in the village had lined up. At that point, he stopped his horse and turned to them.

“What are you all doing? Get back to work, or I’ll have to make-”

The noble stopped speaking when he realized a few things. First off, every single serf was staring right at him. Secondly, they all had an empty, hollow look. Thirdly, every one of them was chanting in a mysterious language. And lastly, every single one had a weapon of some sort, whether it be a hoe, a knife, or a shovel. Even the children.
 

The noble started quietly moving forward, and quickly increased his pace, leaving his armed guards behind. However, a crowd of the serfs quickly blocked off the road, and began advancing. The noble turned his horse around, only to realize that it was the same situation on the other side. It wasn’t long before the noble and his guards were pushed back to back, and it wasn’t too long after that when the serfs charged forward, their improvised weapons raised in the air. They all let out a horrid screech, and the guards pulled out their weapons. However, the number of serfs was overwhelming. Both guards were quickly dispatched.
 

The noble fell back to the ground and started crawling away, but there was nowhere to go. The last thing he saw was a little girl swinging a shovel at his face.


Looking for bad pick-up lines on 3/20/2019 10:36:57 PM

Then you start doing the Sex Offender Shuffle.


A Short Story by Mathias on 1/17/2019 10:21:49 PM

I don't plan on turning it into a storygame. I also don't plan on making it incredibly long. Might get to 10 pages, at the most. The story is mostly just to get me back into story writing, and improve the quality of all of my writing, which is mainly D&D stuff. Linked stories set in this world is something that I might do, though. I'll post the second part, and an edited version of this intro, sometime soon.