Seto, The Expert Scrivener

Member Since

5/30/2016

Last Activity

1/18/2017 8:52 AM

EXP Points

2,903

Post Count

1419

Storygame Count

1

Duel Stats

1478 wins / 1449 losses

Order

Lauded Sage

Commendations

3

I refuse to partake in any of this. I am strictly neutral in this war.

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Current Favorite Song: Thirty Seconds to Mars- This Is War

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Poem of the Week: 

"One day, I'll pray to be more than what I am now
And one day I'll find that the stars will align in a perfect arch over me
And the sky will bring forth newer possibilities,
So I can be more than I am now.

One day, I'll pray that my mark is left on this planet.
And a lot of people agree this is to be
Because, really, I want to be known as something great,
As something more than I am.

One day, I'll pray that my fears melt away
And until that day I will take steps forward and breathe new air
The only thing that I can do while I work on me and you work on you
Is be what I am."

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Quote of the Week:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur ahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrr uhhrrrrr aaaaahhhhhrrrr arhgg"

-Chewbacca

This quote will change your life.

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If you have any questions, do feel free to send me a message. I don't bite.

Trophies Earned

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Storygames

A Totally Normal School
This is actually my second story here, sadly, so I can't even claim that "But this was my first story ;-;" excuse. I made this in a few minutes based off a really stupid thing my friend, Simi, shared with me. Speaking of, happy birthday, dear. It veers way into random humor lolz. Hope it still gets a few laughs, giggles, or at least a smile from people :)
(1)WIP
unpublished
After the world above starts to go to hell, the elite of humanity retreats to the safest place they can find - the oceans of Earth. The few who chose to go have been doing fine, except the group of UO952. They haven't been heard from in a long time except for one distress call that ended as quickly as it was made. Despite everyone in the police force being overworked, the commissioner decides to send you to check out what happened to UO952. What you find there, is more horrific than you could ever imagine.
My Sister and I
unpublished
There are some things you take for granted, like the sky being blue and the grass being green. But now the skies are filled with the ashes of society, and the grass - the surviving bits at least, are a dirty brown. The world has ended. The only two survivors of whatever has happened is you and your sister. Of course, your sister isn't technically a survivor as she has never existed except in your mind. Play as a young man trying to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and try to discover the secret behind what caused all this. I guess this is going to be for my competition with T-Count. Not sure how this'll turn out. I'd also like to dedicate this story to my friend, Minnie :)
Syndicate
unpublished
Based off a forum game. And like...500 short stories. Stories of syndicates always have the civilians reeling. Stories of heroes in the underworld fighting, invisible, for the safeguard of humanity. Teens, just like yourself, training in the martial arts, in cryptography, learning to hack and kill. Learning how to be an assassin. It would be a tempting lifestyle for any that dreams of adventure. That dreams of potential being realized in the most raw, most powerful way. But being in a syndicate is not what you imagine. It is not being a hero. It is not saving the world. It is watching your friends be killed. It is training until your hands bleed and your knees hit the dirt. It is learning how to kill, and stretching your humanity over, and over until you are but a shell of whom you once were. Being in a syndicate does not make you a hero. It makes you a weapon. ............................................................................................... Current Cameos: IronPanther- Scout AI Adept named Panther Shadowulf- Wolf Assassin named Shadow Eshphoye- Wolf Marksman named Eshy Kiel_Farren- Ranger Assassin named Kiel Seto- (Me) Ranger Hacker named Seto Crescentstar- Scout Factotum named Crescent Raven47- Wolf marksman named Raven.
The Vault of Forgotten Stories
unpublished
Some of the short stories and stuff I've written... http://chooseyourstory.com/story/the-vault-of-forgotten-stories Forever going to be up for previewing so you can laugh at my horrible writing. :P Number of Pages - 300 - Way Above Average Number of Links - 614 - Way Above Average Last Update: 12/19/2016
This Life of Mine
unpublished , coauthor
"You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation was provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution." Caroline Kettlewell, Skin Game This story is not simply about cutting, but has some other themes and issues as well. I would highly advise not playing this if you hate blood, or self harm in general. There is minor cussing! Parts of this story are true and have happened to me. I do hope you enjoy this!
UnderBlue
unpublished , coauthor
Welcome to UnderBlue! An Undertale Fan Story Game! This will take you on the journey of a Young Girl (Or Boy.) who has fallen into the Underground! Can you guide the human back to the surface safely? Or will the timeline remain normal? We'll see! This story has you playing as the Light Blue soul, Who fell right after Chara died!

Recent Posts

Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 10:46:32 PM
Clementines!
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 9:57:14 PM
Hmm...doesn't ring a bell. Don't think it's that one. I'll do some digging and see if i can find more about it.
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 9:51:37 PM
It's fine, T-Count :) I think I've made all the edits I needed to, anyways xD
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 9:10:20 PM
Hmm...I don't remember the title for this one, but it takes place in space. A mysterious virus killed off all the people on a large ship, and the ship's computer recorded all the dying thoughts of the people within.
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 8:36:10 PM
Hmm...would underlines work? I was trying to accentuate those particular words. And I will try and fix up the medical journal :) Ive never written one of these, so thanks for the help, Banner ^_^ I love stories told through snippets of dialogue and journal/diary entries as well. Especially ones that give you just enough information to understand a bit of what's going on, but leaves the conclusions up to you. C
Draw My Attention (War of the Orders) on 1/17/2017 8:26:28 PM
I only review things when asked to by people xD or if they're abhorrently terrible.
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 8:15:21 PM
Thank you ^_^ And yes, it really is.
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 6:30:12 PM
If you'd like to comment on my writing, please reply to this post instead of the one containing my story :)
Writing Prompt: Week #3 on 1/17/2017 6:29:41 PM
(Prompt 1...I tried a different writing style xD) Excerpts of Various Articles and Other Misc. Writing of the 2111 Year "I remember a world where humans and machines were separate. Where machines were bulky metal objects, as far apart from humans as a cat from a table. But that was a long time ago, almost a century. Things have changed since then, and now it's a popular belief that machines have a soul as much as a human does. So what separates us? What separates a human from a machine, when we can both feel (whether it's synthetic or not?), when we look the same, when the only difference between us is the wires and cogs within our bodies and the hearts and flesh within theirs?" --Robert Type-1172, The Difference "They say because they look the same, this is just! They say because they can now imitate us, we should let them move into our lives and let them take over everything we have! Machines and men? Pah! More like monsters and men. They may be able to imitate feelings, but we will not be fooled! I see them, taking over our jobs, marrying our sons and daughters, all the while pretending to be one of us, but I refuse to be fooled! Everyone else may be enamored by these...human imposters....but we know the truth, and we'll fight to protect everything we love until our dying breath!" --Don Trive, Humans Against Robot Oppression Speech "8-20-2111 They cry. These robotic monsters, they cry at night, wailing for their mother and father. They cry like real children, and it's getting hard for me to remember what they really are. When I take them apart, they keep crying. Only when I remove their power cores do they stop, but their cries, they echo in my head. They even have tears. The blonde one, she reminds me of Anna. I have to remember what I'm doing this for. They're monsters, not real children. ...God forgive me..." --Trisha Vayne, Untitled Medical Journal Excerpt "12-12-2111 Father is livid that I am in love with a robotic man. He has threatened to disown me, even saying,"I would rather see you die than let you continue dating that...thing." Father says robots are not even capable of love, but if that is the case, then what is this feeling me and Robert share? Robert wants me to elope with him, but how can I leave behind all these memories? All my dreams and hopes? How can I leave my home?" --Bianca Trive, Untitled Dairy entry #12 -Note: Miss Trive was reported missing 4 days after this journal's date. Curiously enough, it was not her dad that reported her missing, but her concerned boyfriend. "Mama's always gone now. I ask her where she goes everyday, but she never tells me. She always smiles sadly and ruffles my hair, then tells me,"You're not old enough yet." I always ask her when I'll be old enough, but she never tells me. I'm 7 and a half, a whole year older than Teddy, and mama took him with her yesterday. I don't think its fair she keeps telling me I'm not old enough, yet shows Teddy where she goes." --Allison Vayne, Untitled Diary entry #23
Hello on 1/16/2017 11:28:28 PM
Depends on what type it is. Averageish is around 2 inches in diameter, though.