Romulus, The Expert Scrivener
Just an ordinary student from the deep southern depths of the Netherlands. Can't really think of anything worthwhile to write on this page to be honest. Also, don't hold your breath for any new stuff from me, as I'm a terrible procrastinator.
I'm always happy to help out with stuff though, and I've been around for quite some time, just send me a message.
Oh, and since you've got time to read my profile page, I'd also advise reading (and rating/commenting 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.
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.
When titans clash, humanity suffers. As criminals and vigilantes fight out their war to end all wars, the city they fight over is turned to complete devastation. Thousands lose their lives, while those that survive try desperately to find a safe haven elsewhere, or find shelter amidst the ruins.
When the line between heroes and villains starts to blur, it's time for the refugees themselves to try and take action.
"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.
"...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?
Recent PostsInteresting comments 2 on 12/16/2017 3:00:30 PM
I, for one, applaud the fact that new members are rating and commenting on stories.
Writing Week 23 on 12/13/2017 7:13:46 AM
I should be doing productive stuff dammit. Anyhow, going for the second prompt:
Come round, come round, for I have got
A tragic tale to tell
Of painful loss and malady
And broken hearts as well.
'Twas winter last when sickness passed
Through this same alleyway.
Its grip was bold, its breath was cold
Its victims could but pray.
Two children lived among the filth
That you can see 'round here.
They lived alone, all skin and bone
Their parents died, I fear.
But they enjoyed, this girl and boy,
Life's every passing sec.
Although the streets were hard and bleak
They flourished in its wreck.
But then that faithful winter came
When all the world turned dark.
When snow and ice, and heavy rain
Would stamp their lasting mark.
An icy wind ran through the street
And chilled them to their core.
And though they struggled hard for heat
The girl would breathe no more.
Silence ruled the alleyway
When morning came at last.
Houses, shacks, stood empty now.
Their occupants had passed.
In the snow and in the ice
One little boy remained.
Sickened, and with little hope,
His strenghth was quickly drained.
People came collect the dead,
When spring would spread its joy.
Frozen in eternal grief,
They found a girl and boy.
But come now, come, the night is young
And Death will fetch us all.
So drink and dance and sing and prance
For soon, the snows will fall...
New Tag Suggestions on 12/12/2017 7:44:42 AM
It's okay to admit you have a sudden primal need for male pronouns, we won't judge.
Category / Tag Fix on 12/12/2017 6:40:24 AM
Not all new stories are advanced storygames, as some people still prefer the classic editor. Though I guess that could mean we could also just make a new tag for 'classic/basic storygames', given that they're in the minority now.
December contest ballad. on 12/9/2017 6:15:30 PM
I want to have my first draft finished by Christmas, which means I have about two weeks left to write about ten thousand words. Should be fine.
December contest ballad. on 12/9/2017 4:51:02 PM
Do we really need to give twice-weekly updates on our stories? Anyhow, wrote one whole stanza this week. Besides thesis-stress and sleep deprivation, this is really about the rate I expected my writing to progress.
Oh God what's happening???? on 12/8/2017 6:32:44 AM
Oh boohoo, so you have a bit of snow. It's been hailing all morning over here, with stones just under a centimeter in diameter. You can at least go outside without being pelted with little pieces of ice...
Lost My Text! on 12/7/2017 1:09:44 PM
Using your browser's 'back' button also sometimes helps. Though that's of course a bit too late now.
An question. on 12/4/2017 4:47:29 PM
Old site members on 12/3/2017 4:14:23 PM
I second this 'huh'.