Just an ordinary student from the deep southern depths of The Netherlands. Well apart from saying that I write really really slowly and that I often have loads of ideas for stories, but I then abandon them for a couple of months/years, there is nothing else I can think of to write here.
Oh, and I am always happy to help out with something, just send me a message.
P.S Since you have time to read my profile page, why not read (and of course rate and comment on) one of my stories. ;)
A great war is about to erupt, the greatest the world has ever seen since the Trojan war. As the Greek city states are about to be engulfed in civil war, one man has to undertake a great journey. A dangerous road lies ahead, but you must take it, for the odyssey of one will decide the fate of many. This story is loosely based on the famous Greek epic: the Odyssey, by Homer.
Note that this is more of a story than a game. Depending on your choices, it can be either pretty long, or very short.
The people of Azrya live in fear. An evil group of wizards, that call themselves The Black Veil, hold the country in an iron grip. Their leader: Sarces, singlehandedly killed the previous king and his royal guards. When all hope is lost, a small light appears in the darkness. A hero is born ...
I know that this isn't a masterpiece, but this just my first story and I'm not a native speaker of English so advice or comments are welcomed.
The sequel to my first quiz. Welcome back to the Big Little History Quiz! After ending at the Middle Ages last time, we now focus on the time between approximately the 14th and 16th century in a few, short questions.
In this instalment, I've added a wildcard system, that let's you continue after a wrong answer, and a scoring system. Though I guess you'll notice when you get a question wrong, 850 means you have answered everything correctly. You can view your score after you comment ;)
Welcome to the Big Little History Quiz, the best quiz about history from all over the world! This first part mainly focuses on ancient history of European and Middle-Eastern civilization, but later parts will discuss later historical era's and other parts of the world.
Edited 17-07, added some more historical info and corrected some spelling errors.
Inspired by the famous poem by Edgar Allan Poe, 'The Raven' tells the sad and dreadful tale of a man torn apart by his love for his lost love. However, the past does not rest easily and the arrival of a shadowy messenger unlocks memories the heart desperately tries to forget.
The fate of a nation lies on your shoulders. You have infiltrated the royal palace of Arkhendale to recover the most priceless object in the realm. After fighting your way to the treasury, you are but five locks away from your prize. However, time is short as guards are coming your way. Will you be able to solve the puzzle in time?
I made this short game as a test of a puzzle type that I might implement in a future game. It also functions as a teaser of a story that I'm thinking of writing.
A Puzzle Knight Adventure
Death's Other Kingdom
London, 2054, almost 40 years after the great war the city has been rebuilt and it's reach stretches further than ever. Tag along with the story's protagonist as he delves deeper in the British Union's society, where free speech and free thinking are nothing more than an illusion for the meek.
From Out the Verdant Sea
It's the middle of the 19th century: Napoleon is rotting in his tomb, industrialisation is speeding up, and the Great Powers of Europe are scrambling to colonise the furthest reaches of the Earth. In the far East, on the tropical islands of Southeast Asia, tales are emerging of immense riches, temples to deities long forgotten, filled to the brim with treasure. It only takes the conquest of the untamed jungle for any dedicated adventurer to earn wealth and fame for all eternity.
'Redemption' is the sequel to my story 'A Hero's Odyssey'. Though you have saved Greece from ruin you yourself are not yet saved. Poseidon, the god of the sea, will not rest until you have paid the ultimate price for the blinding of his son, Polyphemos. The rest of the immortal gods are trying trying to protect you, but they cannot keep the wrath of the earthshaking Poseidon at bay forever.
Your only hope is to make an offering to the sea god. An offering made of the powerful objects of mythology. However, these myths are just stories, moralities from a long time a go, aren't they? A dangerous road lies ahead of you, but will you reach the end?
Reading my previous story ('A Hero's Odyssey') is advised, yet not required to understand this story.
The Ghost of Pembroke Hall
"Dear Watson, you do not really believe in ghosts, do you? No, I believe that we are dealing with a mere mortal man."
When the jewels of the dowager Duchess Marbrough go missing and mysterious deaths shake up the town of Brightmore, Holmes and Watson are called in to crack their hardest case yet.
The Last Days of Winter
"...A huge, grey monolith, towering above the run-down tenements arrayed in a circle around it. Its smooth surface broken only by a thousand mirrored windows, giving it the impression of being a restless giant. Never was one certain if he was being watched. Even within the 'privacy' of one's home, one could feel the eyes of the Party prying into them, looking for the slightest hint of deviancy."
Welcome to Whynaere, the marvel of the modern world. A society under the watchful eyes of the Party, where crime is non-existent, and the people prosper. Follow John Blair, as he delves beneath the surface of this so-called utopia. Would you sacrifice the safe status-quo, for the promise of freedom? Risk breaking down the pillars of society, to pursue a dream for a better future? For when the day is done, what is freedom compared to security?
Poetry Prompts - Week 2
on 1/22/2017 8:16:37 AM
@Bannerlord @Crescentstar @Orange @Mizal @Lancelot @Mayana @Betaband @Kwism1127 @Leoscales7 @bbshark
The above post ended up a bit longer than intended, but I hope it's still somewhat helpful. Here's the point list for last week's prompts. I kinda realised halfway through awarding points that it's kinda difficult to figure out who intended to write something for the bonus points, and who didn't, so please correct me if I awarded you too few (or too many) points:
I was also thinking about making a seperate feedback thread for these things, but figured that they would probably die out pretty soon, so please leave commentary/feedback/what not on poems that you like. However, it might be handy to not reply to the poem posts directly, but tag them in a different one, so people can still change them if they want to.
Poetry Prompts - Week 2
on 1/22/2017 8:16:12 AM
This week's topic: Cities.
Have you ever wanted to write a poem about your undying hatred for Los Angeles? Felt a need to express your passion for the urban lifestyle in a ballad? Or just wanted an opportunity to explain your metaphysical hypothesis about the similarity between the concept of 'city' and the colour purple in an aesthetic manner? Then this is the week for you.
This week's topic is intentionally broad again, and I'll accept almost any poem. It doesn't matter if you write about an actual or a fictional place, or just write about a guy going about his business in a city-like setting. As long as your topic has something to do with urbanity, or some very vague connection with city-life, you're good to go.
This week's optional requirement: Incorporate a form of rhyme in your poem.
As I mentioned last week, one of the basics of classic poetry (apart from metre) is rhyme. In fact, rhyming seems to be ingrained in our language(s) to such a degree that we grow up with it from a very young age (you could for example think about nursery rhymes). Nevertheless, it might be useful to take a look at the different forms of rhyme that are often used within poetry.
If you ask someone about what they associate with (stereotypical) poetry, their answer will probably include some version of the word End Rhyme?. Basically, end rhyme means that the last word/sound of a line rhymes with a word/sound of another line in the poem. For example, an end-rhyming stanza for this week's prompt could be:
'Tis a great and lasting pity,
Now I moved to New York City,
That my phone will have no bars.
In those smelly subway cars.
Now it's usually easier to find a rhyme for a word that ends in a stressed syllable. In this case, bars and cars have only one syllable and are plurals, but words like a-far and bi-zarre could also rhyme with car and bar. This type of rhyme with words that end of stressed syllables is called masculine rhyme.
However, in the first two lines of the example above, pi-ty and ci-ty rhyme, but they both have two syllables, whereby their first syllable is stressed. This is called feminine rhyme, and it's sometimes a bit harder to do because we generally only recognise words as rhyming in these cases when both words have a similar ending, and their stressed syllables rhyme. For example, most people wouldn't consider the words 'piety' (pi-e-ty) and 'city' (ci-ty) to rhyme, even though they have similar endings.
Of course, if you can make the last words of the lines rhyme, why not consider making words within the same line rhyme? This is called Internal Rhyme, and could for example be used to emphasise a certain rhythm or metre in your poem. An example for this week's prompt could be:
Now with a cry, a homeless guy
Asked for a place to stay.
I popped my collar, threw a dollar
And ran the hell away.
The internal rhymes above are bolded, and the end rhymes italicised. Easy enough, right?
The last thing I want to discuss this week are so-called Slant Rhymes. These are often called some other name, and there's plenty of different forms of them, but they all have in common that they use words that almost rhyme, but not perfectly. For example, I could submit something that looks like this:
The woman that I thought I loved,
Kept silent as away I moved
From out this desolate, rural wild
Into a larger, urban world.
In the above example 'loved' and 'moved' look like they rhyme, as they're written almost exactly the same, but are pronounced quite differently. (This is called eye rhyme, for those interested.) Similarly, the consonants in 'wild' and 'world' are nearly the same, but they still don't rhyme because their different vowels make them sound too different. (This is called consonant rhyme) Traditionally speaking, slant rhyme is sort of frowned upon in high-brow poetry. However, I'm not expecting you to write high-brow poetry, and slant rhyme can be quite entertaining if used correctly, so do whatever you want with it.
So, for the purpose of this exercise, all you need to remember is:
End Rhyme: a. End of the word, which is also the stressed syllable. (Masculine rhyme)
b. End of the word + last stressed syllable. (Feminine rhyme)
Internal Rhyme: Rhymes within the same line.
Slant Rhyme: Almost rhymes, but not quite right.
In order to fulfil the optional requirement, you only have to use some form of rhyme, somewhere in your poem. I'd advise a rhyming scheme, but that's not required at all, and is completely up to you.
Have fun writing!
on 1/22/2017 6:02:47 AM
Here's mine, actually turned out way more libertarian than I would've expected:
Dark City (collaborative content)
on 1/20/2017 6:56:55 PM
Not much was left of the grand old district of King's Garden. Its townhouses and palatial towers were now no more than empty husks, crumbling under the weight of time and memory. Avenues and plazas that once housed the rich and powerful, where loaded ladies once paraded around in their finest jewels, accompanied by influential lords away from their spouses, were now filled with rats, scurrying around the ruins of an almost forgotten past.
At first glance, a visitor (if anyone were foolish enough to wander the topside paths) might believe King's Garden to be as dead as the monarch who commissioned it. Little do they know they are dearly mistaken. For right off the main road, in the half-toppled shell of a former palace, a single shop still provides for its customers.
No one really knows at what point Reginald Harper opened up shop, nor where he came from, or how he manages to maintain his business. Some rumours say that he is the only royal to have survived the purges, others say that he is an outside opportunist, carving his fortune from the most stinking sludge Dark City has to offer. Not that it really matters anyway. All that the few people left in the ruined district need to know is that, if you are desperate for food, and have money to spare, the 'Prince's Folly' always has freshly baked goods for sale.
It doesn't do well to dwell on 'ifs' and 'buts' in a city like this, and most of those who made it this far have long since learned that lesson, especially those desperate enough to cling to their lives with their every last ounce of willpower. It's therefore no surprise that no one has noticed, or at least spoken out loud about, the noticeable absence of rodents in the vicinity of the Folly. Nor have people put down their pies when they occasionally found small, surprisingly familiar-looking eyeballs in their filling. After all, the supply of tasty food is already short enough without such petty things as ethics, or human decency, to take into account. In that sense, the district hasn't changed that much from what it used to be.
on 1/20/2017 6:24:35 PM
To be fair, Trudeau still has some time left before his term's up, and it's not like the Canadian elections have much impact over here anyway. At least not like Grabby McGrabface.
on 1/20/2017 1:22:39 PM
I don't get why everyone is so worried about Trump's presidency. I mean, he can't do much if he doesn't have a majority in the Senate... Oh, wait. I mean, anything unconstitutional can be blocked by the Supreme Cou... Oh. Well, at least I can be save in the knowledge that someone like Trump could never be elected on this side of the Atlantic... Oh, crap.
Poetry Prompts - Week 1
on 1/19/2017 3:08:21 PM
@Mayana To be fair, you didn't submit a bad poem per se. I for example liked the recurring theme in the last line of each stanza, and the age progression throughout your it.
Having said that, for me personally the ending came quite abrupt, and was unexplained. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, it's a nice twist, but in this case I felt that it didn't really fit in with the rest of your poem.
I do like that you're experimenting with the syllable scheme, and I can't remember seeing a 9-8-7-6 scheme before. It's not bad, especially in combination with the rhyming scheme, but it might be a suggestion to try and implement a more structured metre, to make it a bit easier for your readers to follow along, as they might not notice the syllable structure at the first glance.
on 1/17/2017 4:35:36 PM
I'm not really in favour, as there are other requirements, besides a low rating, that mean a game can be unpublished, like a poor plot or poor grammar. These would be overlooked with an auto-unpublish script.
Daily Commendation points still called sanctions
on 1/17/2017 10:04:19 AM
As the title says, the daily points you receive for the first commendations of the day are still called sanctions.
Poetry Prompts - Week 1
on 1/17/2017 6:26:59 AM
I saw the frozen flowers weep
And silent waters start to run
As winter's fingers, running deep,
Were parted by the rising sun.
Through fallow fields rung out the call,
At spring's arrival, winter's end,
Of little Wren and Cardinal,
A 'welcome back' to north-bound friends.
I wandered o'er neglected paths
Where snowy drift still lingers on
And knelt down where I saw you last.
Spring's arriving, but you're still gone.