Tim36D, The Wordsmith

Member Since

4/4/2014

Last Activity

3/30/2020 2:55 AM

EXP Points

312

Post Count

2421

Storygame Count

1

Duel Stats

63 wins / 33 losses

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Warden

Commendations

10

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just your average silly motherfucker.

 

Trophies Earned

Earning 100 Points

Storygames

TechNOIR
coauthor

Noir story in a cyberpunk dystopia. Four types of endings: deaths, bad endings, good endings, and one perfect ending. See if you can find them all, it shouldn't be too hard. Endings are tracked using the score variable: zero means death, one means bad, two means good, three means perfect.

Special thanks to:
Tim36D - For listening to me ramble on about the idea, making suggestions, and writing a few pages.
ISentinelPenguinI - For playtesting.

Finally, if you notice any bugs, please PM me and I'll get to work on them as soon as I can (though I do believe they've all been worked out, can never be too sure).

UPDATE 6/20/2018: Replaced the link for the music due to the video being pulled from YouTube.
UPDATE 2/3/2019: Minor edits, original link for music is back up so I changed it back. Added the Anti-Hero tag.


Recent Posts

Finish That Sentence! on 3/29/2020 9:42:48 PM

Problem with commitment.


CYS Western on 3/25/2020 10:16:57 PM

That's pretty much what I say everytime you post an art thing. So thanks for doin that.


CYS Western on 3/25/2020 10:16:00 PM

Thanks for being cool.


CYS Western on 3/25/2020 5:05:24 AM

You have no idea how hard I had to refrain from talking about the hips.


CYS Western on 3/25/2020 3:26:31 AM

To the town of CYStia rode an admin one fine day.
Hardly spoke to folks around her, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask her business
No one dared to make a slip
For the admin there among them had a Ban Iron on her hip
(Ban Iron on her hiiiiiiiip)

It was early in the morning when she rode into the site
She came riding from the Discord, looking for the smallest slight
"She doesn't really get out much"
came the whisper from each lip
"But she's here to do some business with the Ban Iron on her hip"
(Ban Iron on her hiiiiiiiip)

In this site there was a newbie by the name of Texas_Red
Many members tried to welcome, now they wish that he was dead
He was trolling, and a spammer, member since 03/24
And his total post count numbered 1 and 19 more
(1 and 19 moooooore)

Now the admin started talking, made it plain to folks around
It was mizal the sheriff admin, wouldn't be too long in town
She came on to do her duty
Shoot some new guy in the head
And everybody knew that she was after Texas_Red
(After Texas_Reeeeeeeed)

Wasn't long before the warning was relayed to Texas_Red
But the newbie wasn't worried, for he thought he would be fed
Twenty members tried to reason
Twenty posts gave them the slip
Twenty one would be the admin with the Ban Iron on her hip
(Ban Iron on her hiiiiiiiip)

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Users watching from the server
Waiting to see how this panned
For they knew this foolish member would soon enough be banned
(Soon enough be baaaaaaanned)

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the admin is still talked about today
Texas_Red had not pressed "Enter"
'Fore a ban had fairly ripped
And the admin's aim was deadly with the Ban Iron on his hip
(Ban Iron on his hiiiiiiiip)

It was over in a moment, as the Sheriff turned around
She was the one who chose Red, but it was End who gunned him down
Oh, he might have went on trolling
But what lead to his decline
Was trying to pull this bullshit when EndMaster was online
(EndMaster was Onliiiiiine)

Ban IIIIrrroooon, Ban IIIIrrroooon
Oh, he tried to pull this bullshit when EndMaster was online
(EndMaster was Onliiiiiine)


Corona Tag! on 3/22/2020 10:18:30 PM

Yeah after a bit of help, I sort of thought of "hey what if that one joker virus was mixed with The Walking Dead".

Also, thank you for trying.


Corona Tag! on 3/21/2020 9:59:59 PM

They had managed to block the church doors just as the mob had reached them, the wave of bodies pounding against the large wooden barricade in a cacophony of wails and cackling. The group inside had began stacking the pews in front of the doors: There was only the five of them left. With the mob growing ever larger outside, it seems that this would be their final destination. As the last of the pews were stacked, one of them had began shouting orders.

 

"The windows next! Block the windows!"

 

The group began moving cabinets and bookshelves. Just as one was about to be barricaded, a body hurled itself through the stained glass, knocking the bookshelf over and pinning the woman underneath. The body rose, slamming it's fists repeatedly against the bookshelf, starting to splinter it as the woman screamed. The same man before pulled a handgun.

 

"MARY! HOLD ON!"

 

The body turned to the man, revealing man a large grin. He leaped from the bookshelf towards the man, chuckling hysterically, and the man shot him 4 times in the chest. As he hit hit the floor, he let out his last words:

 

"... I always write my jokes down on paper... Because they're tear-able...!"

 

The man proceeded to stomp on the shot man's head multiple times.

 

"NO! YOU CRINGEY MOTHERFUCKER! WE'RE NOT LAUGHING!"

 

Two other men had helped the woman, Mary, from under the bookcase and barricaded the window. Only when the deranged man's head was a bloody mess did the armed man stop to check on her.

 

"Are you all right?"

 

"I'm fine, I'm fine... What are we gonna do, Jonas?"

 

The armed man, Jonas, paused for a moment before dodging the question, signaling the two men and remaining woman.

 

"David, Leonardo, check for any unwanted guests. Jane, get up to the bell tower, see what we got outside."

 

They all nod positively, and depart to the tasks. Jonas holstered his weapon, kneeling and putting a hand on the Mary's shoulder. The world had really taken a turn for the worse, and the road they've traveled has been a long and serious one.

 

"Hey, listen, we are going to get through this. We know how they operate. We're prepared for whatever they have to dish out. They're cringe. Remember that, and you'll be okay."

 

For a moment, this seemed to placate Mary, just as the two men had returned. David called out, standing next to a confessional.

 

"Bottom floor is clear!"

 

The confessional began to shake violently, and Leonardo had shoved David out of the way just as a figure burst from the booth, pinning Leonardo to the ground, attacking him while giving out a vile laugh. David called back out as he panicked and got back up.

 

"NOT CLEAR! NOT CLEAR!"

 

Jonas got back to his feet and hurried over as David took his bat and beat the deranged man with it. By the time Jonas made it, and Jane had rushed back down from the tower, it was already over. Leonardo was dead, his throat ripped out and face beaten in. David had just finished beating the man, where he laid, limp and jokeless. Mary wandered over as well, staring at the scene with horror. Jonas looked between the bodies, and gave David a sorrowful look.

 

"... David... I'm sorry. You did all you-"

 

The sound of laughter interrupted them, as the beaten man on the floor started to convulse. They all prepared themselves for another cringe-worthy joke or bad pun, but what happened next wasn't something any of them could've been prepared for. A loud, obnoxiously fake voice came from the man:

 

"SO THAT'S WHEN I SAID 'TENNIS?! THAT'S A WOMAN'S SPORT!'"

 

The man likewise had incredibly fake laughter to follow this joke. Jonas and Mary looked in confusion, but Jane had widened her eyes in shock as David let out a stifled laugh. David himself seemed shocked, even as his laughter grew.

 

"... What... pffft... That wasn't even a joke... Ha ha ha... That was just... Random bullshit...! HAHAHAHA!"

 

Jonas, seeing one of his fellow survivors begin to turn, remorsefully raised his pistol. David began wheezing out his last bits of seriousness.

 

"Hahahaha... Please... PffftHAHAHAHA! DON'T LET ME TURN! HAAAAAAHAHAHA!"

 

Jonas shot him once in the throat, to stop him from telling another joke, and once in the head, to put him down. And like that, they had lost two survivors. But more importantly, they had learned a new fact:

 

Their humor was evolving.

 


 

They'd thrown the bodies from the roof, and stayed for a night. The horde calmed down a marginal amount, but the laughter was still a constant. The next day, they came up with a new plan: When night fell, they'd leave through the emergency exit in the back, and try to sneak away from the horde. After that, they would try to scavenge some supplies from the nearby stores on their way out of town.

Of course, not everything went to plan: They were in a Café bookstore when Jane was pounced by one in a Scientist coat. It smashed her skull in before leaping to Jonas, who'd just managed to gun him down.

 

The Scientist, shockingly, dropped the wicked smile as soon as his body hit the floor. Weakly, he started talking. Actually talking.

 

"... Oh god... I'm sorry... I tried to fight it as long as I could..."

 

Jonas and Mary were hesitant at first, but shocked. This is a first. But they kept prepared for a joke.

 

"... I'm a... I was... A scientist... My name was Joseph..."

 

Jonas responded cautiously.

 

"Joseph? As in Joe Mama?"

 

Joe responded, full of pain.

 

"... Joseph ANDERSON... I was working... On a cure... Testing on myself, and others... Guess it didn't work..."

 

Joe goes limp, and Mary throws caution to the wind, kneeling next to him before Jonas can stop her. Jonas himself is still skeptical, but on the off chance he's telling the truth... This could be big. Mary is trying to keep Joe focused.

 

"Hey, Hey, stay with us, where were you working?!"

 

"... Am I... Still in Texas...?"

 

"No. Arizona. Where in Texas?"

 

"... I had a lab... in a town called... Ligma..."

 

"... Ligma...?"

 

As the two of them scoured their brains for places in Texas by this name, it was Jonas who saw through the ruse, his face shifting to a look of panic. Mary wasn't prepared at all. He drew his gun.

 

"NO!"

 

But The Scientist's grin had returned, and before Jonas could fire, he spoke his last words:

 

"Ligma Balls."

 

Jonas shot him in the head, then punted it, then began stomping it in. Only when he heard Mary whimpering is when he stopped and turned back to her. She had both hands covering her mouth, and was hunched over. Slowly, the chuckles and giggles escaped from within, and she sat upright and looked at Jonas. A single tear rolled down her face as her laughter began to grow. Jonas was distraught.

 

"... No... No, God... No..."

 

He kept trying to level the pistol, but couldn't bring himself to do it, tears welling in his eyes. Mary's laughter was uncontained now, and soon she'd lose all reason and rip him apart. It wasn't fair. They had been given hope, and it was ripped away. He couldn't let her turn. It wasn't right. None of this was right.

 

Jonas walked up to Mary, still in a laughing fit, put his pistol to her head, and fired.

 

Laughter was contagious. And everyone was a carrier.

 


 

Can't think of anyone to infect. Gonna have to give my two tags to miz.


Corona Tag! on 3/15/2020 5:22:33 AM

No, it's alright, miz. I'd feel kinda bad giving you twice the work. I can do it. Just might take a while.


CYS Western on 3/10/2020 9:55:51 AM

Ah yes

The sheriff of SYC


CYS Western on 3/10/2020 12:46:34 AM

Bounty Board:

"TIM

Not Wanted we just want you to know he's pretty cool."

This makes me happy.

Thanks, MHD. You're cool too.