WouldntItBeNice, The Journeyman Scrivener
I am the ninth member...
If you want to know more about me, send me a PM. Anyway, I'm fairly nice but my writing abilities are less than superb. Still, that's not stopping me from improving!
Please rate my storygames, especially Solstice, No Quarter, Darius, and The Duet. My goal is to eventually have one over 100 ratings. Thank you!
Mayana: "Wibn, your anime story is so bad that it'll give Leora depression when she reads it, turning her into a younger Myn."
Steve: "Wibbons, you're such a raging, closeted faggot that you're super pathetic, and thus, I can't even hate you and hope you learn to love the little girl inside you."
Ebon: "Just get good wibn."
Ebon (again): "I don't know either tbh. For some reason wibn pisses me off an absurd amount"
Corgi: "And apparently wibns has whored himself out in exchange for getting lashed in the nuts via whip?"
The barrier between impossible and possible is thin.
This is an entry for the Summer Slam contest.
You will be individually following Billy Joe, Runt, Virgil, and Slim.
Each character has their own storyline that is intertwined with the others' own storylines, so your choices will effect the paths of multiple characters simultaneously in little and big ways. A choice can have a large effect even if it does not appear to do so at first, so choose carefully. Sometimes, a character's storyline is blocked (by dying) until another character does something different. Lastly, try to be nice and try not to die, for it is very helpful to do both of those things.
Also, I am deeply grateful for Tyrannosaurusrex's beta-reading. Your imputes were very helpful. Thank you so much.
This's an entry to EndMaster's Romance Contest.
Just because I write something or a character believes in a certain belief does not mean that I endorse it. In fact, there are several actions in here that are detestable to me, but I included them anyway. Then again, there's also paths that I really like from a moral standpoint.
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? -- Mark 8:36
Also, thank you very much to Ikiriakos for beta testing my storygame! Your input was very helpful in clearing up some rather odd things plot-wise.
EDIT: I fixed some grammatical errors. Also, Darius is a prince now instead of a crown prince due to Steve's suggestion. I made a few aesthetic adjustments as well.
This was an entry for the Chaos Contest. Now it's just here for you to enjoy.
A frozen winter can be akin to Hell
So listen to this story that I will tell
Crazies throw the world into Chaos today
There's no way for me to keep evil at bay
Crazies should give you fright
Especially their bite
While the men act like beasts
Wanting tomorrow's feasts
Steve is a time traveler, but he is not a superhero. He does not use his powers for battling evil or being evil. In fact, he does not even know what to do with his gloomy and crumbling life. Perhaps today things will be different. Perhaps today his present and future will be saved by... quite a special person.
Authors' Note: The endings depend on Steve's previous decisions. There is one special ending found half way through the game, one sad ending, two real endings that are found at the end, and the "true epilogue" that is the best ending. (The best ending has Stephanie in it in case you are wondering.)
Things you need to know:
The creatures called Angels are "monsters" that intended to cause the Third Impact to destroy humanity. They would unite with the original Angel in NERV's lowest level of their base in Tokyo-3. They are not heavenly angels.
Evangelion units are giant cyborgs grown from the DNA of the first Angels. They were built by the paramilitary organization NERV who combats the Angels with their pilots all of whom are (by necessity) fourteen since Second Impact occured fourteen years ago.
Rei Ayanami is the First Child: pilot for Eva unit 00. She recently diedâ€¦ sorta. Rei is not normal to say the least.
Asuka Langley is the Second Child: pilot for Eva unit 02. She lost the will to live and is now in the hospital after being suicidal and depressed.
Shinji Ikari is the Third Child: pilot for Eva unit 01 and the son of Gendo (the secretive, asshole leader of NERV). He just killed the final Angel who happened to be his new best friend. Now, he's depressed as well.
Kaworu, the final angel, died. All is set to start Instrumentality; however, Gendo realizes Rei's rebellious nature and delays both NERV and SEELE. With both sides manipulating for their own benefits, it leaves the pilots with more time. Their world, bodies, and minds are broken. Could Shinji, Asuka, and Rei heal before it is too late or will they only hurt each other more?
Now, I thank my amazing beta.
Mayana, you are the best beta reader ever. Without a doubt, this storygame would be horrible without your help. You found countless errors, made me change countless awkwardly worded sections, and had me clarify parts. In all, you read way over 100,000 words diligently. You countless hours of toil has helped this storygame improve immensely.
Maya, you went above and beyond what anyone could expect of a beta. You have my dearest thanks and gratitude.
This is a fan fiction of Led Zeppelin's song "No Quarter".
It is also an entry for the New Frontier Contest.
This is part of the School Based storygame contest.
This is Lawrence's final few days at Hawthorn School. Things become... memorable.There is also an indirect sequel to one of the endings (the one with the highest point value). Here it is.
After two years, I want through and made a few slight changes. I polished a few things and made several grammar and spelling corrections.
This is the story of Ginny and Ethan's times at the carnival. As the years pass, can Ginny and Ethan's friendship continue or will their paths no longer intertwine? Will Ethan overcome his avid dislike of roller coasters?
Can their friendship bloom into something greater?
Okay, after viewing the comments, I too realized the massive error I had created in the original ending. Thank you Briar Rose, Bucky, and Steve24833 for you comments. I truly mean that. In fact, I burst out laughing (at my story) when I read the comments--especially Briar Roses'. Thank you.
Now, there are two endings. The first is the original (with a few minute changes), and the new one is much different from the other one. (They also wrote to each other because this story took place before the internet became widely public.)
You never got along with her well. Cerise acts very abrasive. For the past few weeks, she's been raving about the talent show for your middle school. It's a big deal. Parents come in to see their kids perform, a rare opportunity to show off when you hardly ever see them. And Cerise likes to show off, a lot. The day before the talent show, you're confused. Why is she hiding behind a tree crying?
If you're wondering what the piece Jesus bleibet meine Freude sounds like when it's mentioned in the story, here's an audio file.
EDIT: I fixed the grammar errors that I could find. Also, the jacket choice does matter. One of them opens up a choice for you later on that wouldn't be there otherwise.
EDIT #2: I had a hilariously unfortunate error. Essentially, I had a wrong link that caused 60% of the story to be skipped yet still seemed logical enough to not throw off the readers. Shoot. Well, that's fixed now.
Alternate title: WIBN Parodies Annoying Stuff
TRIGGER WARNING: If you personally know Trump, have ever heard of Trump, know anybody who knows Trump, know anybody who has ever heard of Trump, or has political beliefs of any kind, please do not play.
None of your choices have any effect. If you do see a choice having an effect, then you must be clearly wrong. Heck, it isn't like this is a site where you can choose your own story or anything.
The story is told though you own choices. Don't argue with me. Your choices have no meaning, but the entire storygame is told through your choices.
Also, please do not comment or rate my storygame. I published it not to improve my abilities as a writer. My feelings will be hurt if you even think about commenting especially if your comments are not nice. Also, men cannot comment because sexism or something.
So, you wanna win my storygame Neon Genesis Evangelion? First, this storygame has two different types of choices. One is a bad choice that'll just get you killed. The others seem to be mostly harmless but turn out to be game changers later on.
As a general rule, take action whenever possible and try to build stronger relationships with the three pilots. To be more specific...
Choice 1: Attempt to Fix Them. I'm evil, so if you choose the other option, it won't seem to be important until the end. If you don't choose this, then you can't get the True Ending.
Choice 2: I Want to Pilot My Eva. The other one results in suicide.
Choice 3: Protect Her. About twenty pages from now, Asuka will die unless you choose this option.
Choice 4: Either one is fine. I initially planned otherwise, but I ended up really liking both. You can win after making either choice. Also, sorry. You have five links now with no choices. I feel bad about that.
Choice 5: Fabricate a Lie to Explain Asuka's Scars. Yes, that's a long title for a choice. Again, this'll matter at the end.
Choice 6: Comfort Him. Again, this one is important. It's also one of my favorite scenes of my story.
Choice 7: Pilot the Eva. You'll die in a few pages if you don't choose this.
Choice 8: No. Don't submit to Gendo. Ever.
Choice 9: Relent. Don't kill Shinji, so stop choking him.
Choice 10: She Leaves for Her... Family. This one matter to get to the true end.
Choice 11: Try to Be Nice to Rei. This'll matter at the end.
Choice 12: Feel Sympathy. This'll result in a victory in the upcoming battle.
Choice 13: Fight!. I even put an exclamation point on that one. Keep Asuka from dying, please.
Choice 14: Save My Friends. Don't let them die, okay?
Choice 15: Steal Adam. While rejecting Adam leads to an ending that I'm rather fond of (it's titles Leave and contains the words Ayanami Park), stealing Adam leads to the true end.
Choice 16: Begin Instrumentality to Revive Them. Yup, you'll do the very thing you tried to prevent the entire story. This choice will not appear unless you made the right choices for 1-15.
Choice 17: Live. Enjoy the ending. I even have a picture and Ode to Joy!
You are a weary traveler in a mysterious land.
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As his eyes adjust to the grey-blue lighting from eerie oil lamps, he scratches his head. Is this even a villain’s lair? Of course, there’s Steve, and he’s always villainous. Though, their capybara spends most of these times these days munching on mushrooms, watching movies, having sexual relation with various people and socks, or doing all at once. The Dark Lord (who specializes in chaos magic) has become a cornerstone of stability in the kingdom. Even their fair lady Mizal (with a capital M you nitwits) has ascended to godhood and thus stable order as well.
Most damning of all to their villain status is the recent addition to the council ranks. The eighth of the nine members, Medusa, quite possibly may be the best beta reader on either side of the Mississippi and always willing to lend an (ever sarcastic) hand. The ninth member… Wibbon shakes his head. He didn’t even have to bride anyone. Captain Goody Two Shoes is the ninth. “Well scheisse,” he mutters under his breath. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Stop using fucking random German words, you useless fucking whore,” garbles out a man-like being with the head of a corgi dog. “Go suck off another fucking mod to make… uh, what was I saying again?” He scratches his head, unable to remember such fine details such as his own words.
Wibbon recovers from the surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was in the front room.” He nods his head, apparently some form of greeting or apology. No one ever bother to ask him exactly what it means. “But you were talking about-”
“Gay!” the man-corgi screams out. “You’re so gay because you’re gay! My manhood is also super big.”
Wibbon shakes his head. It has proven to be impossible for anyone to converse with this recent arrival without him screaming “gay”. Somehow, the man-corgi still maintains he’s straight, mildly reminiscent of the capybara’s earlier days.
The ninth member walks out of the room and to the dorm rooms. The lair’s idiot proceeds to get into an argument with his own reflection in the glass, but no one cares.
“Poor fool,” he says under his breath. “I wonder if he still thinks that Laddo is actually-”
“Hey, are you talking to yourself?”
Wibbon turns to see the new voice, one he never heard outside of the city walls before. He appears human. In fact, he appears normal… except for the visor sunglasses. The man leans against the wall in an attempt to look cool to whoever happens to be in the area.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there. What is your name?”
He lowers his voice and gives in a slight growl. “Call me Triclops.”
“Oh, so you’re that guy with three eyes? I guess that’s why you’re wearing those glasses inside, with only an oil lamp for light.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s me.” He points at his chest for emphasis. “I think I’ve seen you before somewhere…”
“I’m the one who you randomly claimed plagiarized stuff and rated my storygame a 1/8 to be an asshole.”
“You’re right! Good times.”
“You still haven’t changed that rating.”
“Oh, I’ll go do that now.”
He walks down the hallway but stops at the vending machine. The pretty lights has stolen all other thoughts from his mind (which does exist and probably is better than the average CYStian, unlike the man-corgi’s).
Before Wibbon walks off to yet another part of the lair to waste time, he hears faint noises, high pitched and speaking in a different language. He also hears grunting, male but not necessarily masculine. The ninth member follows the sounds to a door. The sign reads, “Digit’s Super Kawaii Room.” Shuddering at what’s going on behind closed doors, Wibbon knocks first.
“C-coming!” the tiny Arizonan Mexican squeals. Wibbon taps his foot as Digit’s breathing slows down. After another minute, the door opens. Inside, some colorful cartoon plays on the computer screen. Wibbon diverts his eyes from the screen before he sees something not suitable for God-fearing crusader. He stares at the floor, a floor which’s inexplicably covered in socks.
“How’s your storygame going?” he asks the teen who’s face slowly looses the red in its checks.
“Oh, um…” He sweatdrops, something only Digit can do since he’s a no-good weeb. “Um… ask me later. I’m doing some… soul searching right now.” He slams the door. The squeaky voices squeal again and the male but not masculine grunting noise fills the air.
Wibbon turns to the next door. A small ray of light seeps through the doorway, since Steve never bothered to shut his own door. Thus, he closes it to keep the pure love for Ireland out. Last time it did, they had to scrub the entire lair with bleach and have an Anglican preacher dude exorcise the place.
Still, the man peaks inside… He shuts the door immediately. Who would put bugs in those areas? Perverse. Plus, who watches all of that on a giant flat screen TV? Backwards Brit haters… Only now does Wibbon realize Steve’s grunting.
He moves to the next room and smiles. Even though the guy is more narcissistic than Narcissus, he’s a fellow crusader. There’s no way he’s… From behind the door, Ebon’s grunts in pleasure. “Was zum Teufel?” he whispers to himself. “Not the paladin too.”
He opens the door without warning. Ebon finishes pulling up his pants and drops his mirror to the ground.
“Gosh darn it, Wibs!” he bellows. “Why the heck would ya’ break into my room like that? Ya’ nearly scared the livin’ daylights outa me.” (Even though he has moved to the best state ever, the paladin still has some unfortunate linguistic carryovers from living in Jimmy Carter’s state.)
“What were you doing in here?”
He shakes his head. “Of course you and your’s stupid brain ain’t gonna figure that out. I was puttin’ on some pants and checkin’ my teeth if any of my eighty dollar steak was still in there.”
Wibbon nods his head slowly and back out of the room. As long as he makes no sudden noises or moves, everything should be fine. If it works with wild animals, it has to work with Ebon, right? He closes the door, the grunting starts once again. “I really hope he’s now taking off those skinny jeans,” he says to himself.
“Wibbon! Gay whore Wibbon!” shouts the man-corgi.
The panting creature jumps up and down in joy. “Look! The penguin guy and Steve are arguing!” He points down the hall.
At the end of the corridor stands their token furry friend, a penguin furry to be precise. Other than his normal tuxedo attire, he now wears a green leprechaun’s hat.
“I’m Steve!” he shouts in an Australian accent. “I like fat chicks, furries, and religion. Also, fuck you, Sent!”
“I told you they’re arguing, gay Wibs,” the idiot whispers as he craps himself in utter, orgasmic glee.
The penguin wearing a hat steps behind the corner in the hallway. After a second, it emerges again. This time, it doesn’t wear the hat any more.
“I, Sent and definitely not Steve, do not like being insulted. Take that back, Steve!” He steps behind the corner.
He jumps out, wearing a hat. “Never! Steve, um, I mean I would never take back an insult. Also, I’m making a goat dating sim about the merits of the Second Amendment!”
The man-cogri raises his hand and jumps up and down like a child. “Oh! Can I beta read! Please?”
Wibbon runs away before more of his brain cells die. He doesn’t stop running until he’s outside the lair once again.
Wiping the sweat (hopefully it’s sweat) from his brow, he muses to himself one last time, “And still the lair has only the brightest members of CYStia in it. Dang.”
“Talking to yourself again?” booms a deep, foreboding voice. “You might want to seek some help.
You’re supposed to be the boring member, Wibbons.” The clouds overhead turn to thunderstorms. The flowers nearby wither and die. Crows call out to nothing in particular. He must be in a good mood right now.
“Nah, I’ll be fine, oh Great Dark Lord… Is there any chance I could ever get your shiny user trophy?”
“Oh… Um, what have you been doing today?”
“Had some fun over at Ford’s clubhouse.”
Wibbon looks over the shoulder of the god of death. A pillar of smoke rises to the heavens over Ford’s little handout zone.
He smiles. “Cool beans!”
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