ProminentPenguin, The Reader

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12/30/2015

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9/24/2018 1:29 PM

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Hello, My name is Prominent Penguin.

I'm your average 19 year old college student,

who actually kinda blows at the writing aspect.

So in desperation, I'm hoping that I can somehow

compensate by rating other stories....

...Yippe...

Todo List (in order of relative difficulty):

-Get shit-talked by Steve

-Get shit-talked by Mizal

-Get shit-talked by Endmaster

-Get better at shit-talking

-Submit a story that sucks

-Learn the advanced editor

-Submit a story that is actually half-decent

Storygames

Generic Fantasy Story
unpublished

A story that I kinda want to experiment with, as I suck at writing but for some reason want other people to say it :/

sadasd asd a sf as ffdg

Recent Posts

Discord Server on 9/21/2018 4:48:08 PM
...ok, you win..lol

Discord Server on 9/21/2018 4:16:47 PM
Somehow that seems worse; xD but ok, if I'm still welcome I'll hop back into it. Btw, since you are the owner of it, why don't you put a invite on your profile page? Might help others like the guy above find it as well.

Discord Server on 9/21/2018 4:02:21 PM
I'm not quite sure actually, I know I'm banned from Ford's and I'm no longer yours so I assumed I was banned for something (I was starting to think I got kicked for not making that re-review of rogues like I promised :P )

Discord Server on 9/21/2018 3:45:22 PM
I genuinely thought this was a joke against the fact we have three different discord servers run by different people (2 of which I'm banned from).

Write Thirty Words Thirty Times on 8/10/2018 9:44:33 AM

Jimmy the dog jumped up again, trying to see out the window. Sure, it's the moon, but the lunar base had windows, and he wanted to see what was happening. Nathan, his owner, reached down and ruffled his ears. "Ready to go?" he asked with a chuckle. His mom thought he was crazy for bringing the big English Setter to Seraphim 5, but the truth was that the boys were inseparable ever since Jimmy saved his owner during the harrowing camping incident at Shadow Mountain. It was only reasonable that the two would become the best of friends because of that.

Jimmy barked, happy that his owner wanted to go out with him. He began to scratch at the door, then barked when he heard someone knocking on the other side. "Calm down," Nathan said, opening the door. He tried to shut it again when he saw their visitor was his ex, Victoria, but she quickly blocked the door with her foot.

“Come now, is that any way to treat a lady?” she asked, as she pushed her way into the door.

Nathan gulped nervously. He hated that bitch, but another part of him (literally) told him he didn't. Jimmy the dog barked excitedly at this intruder, his tail wagging.

Before either could react, Victoria jammed a needle in Nathan's neck. When he awoke, he was on a ship arriving at Mars, minus his wallet. He groaned. Jimmy barked happily. Nathan tried to clear his head and realized that he could not feel his legs. He looked down to see that they had been hacked off just below the knees.

“Ugh,” Nathan groaned, and dropped his head back down against the floor. That bitch is evil. My wallet? Sure. My legs though? Come on. Those fucking prosthetics cost a fortune. Using what little strength his noodle arms had, Nathan dragged himself into a little red wagon nearby. Hitching Jimmy's leash to the handle, Nathan was mobile again.

Nathan scanned the room for anything that could get back to Seraphim 5. Jimmy saw a mouse scamper by and rushed towards it, taking Nathan with him. The mouse was biomechanical, augmented to derive nutrients from cleaning filth. The animal cruelty folks got up in arms about it, but low-budget freighters always had these. It would likely lead them to a garbage chute.

"Jimmy, stop!" he yelled, frantic.

"Whoa!" a crewmember exclaimed, managing to halt the wagon. "That dog can really run! You should enter him in the race."

"Race?" Nathan asked, confused. "What race?"

"The 142nd Semi-Annual Dog Race," the crewmember explained. "It's 3 kilometers long." The crewmember then added, "Which is about 2 miles long."

Nathan glanced at his stumps.

"That won't stop you from racing. Assuming Turbowagon doesn't bump you off the track."

The crewmember tears up, looking down at his feet, which have numerous ingrown toenails. "Don't miss this opportunity to win prize money you can use to buy yourself wonderful new feet!"

"We're leaving right now!" Nathan decided.

When Nathan and Jimmy turned to leave, the crewmember shouted, "Hey! If you do end up trying out for that race, you should know the renowned dog racing champion, Victoria, will be there!"


Write Thirty Words Thirty Times on 8/9/2018 1:02:58 PM

Jimmy the dog jumped up again, trying to see out the window. Sure, it's the moon, but the lunar base had windows, and he wanted to see what was happening. Nathan, his owner, reached down and ruffled his ears. "Ready to go?" he asked with a chuckle. His mom thought he was crazy for bringing the big English Setter to Seraphim 5, but the truth was that the boys were inseparable ever since Jimmy saved his owner during the harrowing camping incident at Shadow Mountain. It was only reasonable that the two would become the best of friends because of that.

Jimmy barked, happy that his owner wanted to go out with him. He began to scratch at the door, then barked when he heard someone knocking on the other side. "Calm down," Nathan said, opening the door. He tried to shut it again when he saw their visitor was his ex, Victoria, but she quickly blocked the door with her foot.

“Come now, is that any way to treat a lady?” she asked, as she pushed her way into the door.

Nathan gulped nervously. He hated that bitch, but another part of him (literally) told him he didn't. Jimmy the dog barked excitedly at this intruder, his tail wagging.

Before either could react, Victoria jammed a needle in Nathan's neck. When he awoke, he was on a ship arriving at Mars, minus his wallet. He groaned. Jimmy barked happily. Nathan tried to clear his head and realized that he could not feel his legs. He looked down to see that they had been hacked off just below the knees.

“Ugh,” Nathan groaned, and dropped his head back down against the floor. That bitch is evil. My wallet? Sure. My legs though? Come on. Those fucking prosthetics cost a fortune. Using what little strength his noodle arms had, Nathan dragged himself into a little red wagon nearby. Hitching Jimmy's leash to the handle, Nathan was mobile again.

Nathan scanned the room for anything that could get back to Seraphim 5. Jimmy saw a mouse scamper by and rushed towards it, taking Nathan with him. The mouse


OFFICIAL official CYS Discord on 8/7/2018 12:26:27 AM
After a quick gander over the different servers and such, I can fully say that this is a definite improvement in terms of CYS topicality. Nice job, Mizal! I will look forward to lurking around peoples different stories, make some reviews here and there, and steal some cooking recipes from the food channel.

General World Events Thread on 8/5/2018 11:09:38 PM

Nice, looks like pretty soon your going to have more souls for your soul furnace... Still for those of us who aren't undead, that kinda sucks.


OFFICIAL official CYS Discord on 8/5/2018 10:50:10 PM

Jesus, I barely do much other then lurk around the discord server but damn, you got like 3 of the things. Maybe I wont get banned randomly in this one or get really confused as to what the topic is about.


CYOA: Zag Plays With Himself on 7/24/2018 2:05:55 PM

seconded, wizal! Lets charm a bloke!