WouldntItBeNice, The Apprentice Scrivener
Let's see if I can make something good for the contest. Hopefully, I can.
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!
1. Mayana: "Wibn, your anime story is so bad that it'll give Leora depression when she reads it, turning her into a younger Myn."
2. Mayana (again): "Useful in depth advice? Hah. If I could give useful advice, then Wibn's anime story wouldn't exist because I'd advise him not to write it."
3. 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."
4. Ebon: "Just get good wibn."
5. Ebon (again): "I don't know either tbh. For some reason wibn pisses me off an absurd amount"
6. Corgi: "And apparently wibns has whored himself out in exchange for getting lashed in the nuts via whip?"
7. Chris: "'I don't play video games. sorry"' What even are you Wibn"
8. Mizal: "Wibn wants to get better at pretending not to be a teenage girl"
9. End Master: "lol wibn is straight"
10. Digit: "I'm not Wibn level religious to go and go knock on every house on the planet to talk about or lord and savior"
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.
Author's 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 small 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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February 12th, 2010.
The young woman stands still. Her brown hair flows freely in the wind. Most would shiver in the freezing cold, but she does not. She got used to the cold long ago.
Snowflakes fall and sit on top her head for a moment before melting. Thousands of tiny pins drop all around you. Each snowflake plays a note in this melody.
She sighs. Her wispy breath comes out like a fog before dissipating into the morning air. The graves say nothing to her. They’re all dead, markers for dozens who should remain in the past. The woman trudges foreword crunching the snow beneath her boots with each step. She stops at a grave.
“Hey,” she mutters. She crosses her arms, folding into herself. “I’m back.”
The grave says nothing. Even though the occupant lives on, she knows that life exists only metaphorically. She’s talking to a grave. It does not hear her. It will not reply. Maybe this’s just an excuse to talk to herself. She doesn’t know for sure.
“What happened in the last year? It’s been three hundred and sixty-six days this time around. Zoe got to celebrate her birthday on the right day this time around. The poor kid’ll have to wait another four years for that to happen. Oh, I almost forgot. She and Ezekiel insisted my cake have twenty-seven candles on it. Ain’t that the sweetest thing?”
The grey stone lies there as it always has and always will. The consistency warms the woman’s heart. She raises her hand and looks at the lilacs she carried all this way.
“I don’t think you were into flowers. Well, this’s a white lilac. I like the meaning of this little guy, so I grew it in my greenhouse just for this occasion. I’d like the imagery more if you would take it from me, but you’re dead. Not much you can do, so I’ll just put it here.”
She sets the flowers down. For a moment, her eyes flash red. She clutches her temple and blinks. They revert back to their normal brown.
She smiles. “I’m still in control. Ain’t that nice?”
January 14th, 1994.
You walk home from a long day at work. People complain about long work days, but they got nothing. You put in ten thankless hours making next to nothing. The wind blows through the holes in your jacket. One day, you’ll patch it up. Shivering, you quicken your pace.
The path back is harder than the morning. You shrug. It’s the price to pay for living up top of the hill. The mound has some sorta official name, but all in this sleepy little town just call it that. You like living there. No neighbors. No loud noises. No lights. Darkness. Just darkness and silence.
Your feet hurt. Maybe the charity store has a better shoe size now. Looking down, you see two worn out tennis shoes that are a half a size too small. Each step shoots a minor jab starting from your feet and ending at your hips. You’ll get to rests soon.
Spying your house, a smile comes across your lips. The heater will warm your bones again this February night. You’ll make something to satisfy your hunger. “No,” you mutter under your huffing breath. “Paycheck comes tomorrow.” What do you have in the fridge and pantry? Four, maybe five slices of bread. There’s some peanut butter too. That’ll do. A feast for two.
You clench your fists. Why can’t you do better? Is this all life will give to you? Damn life. Damn him. You can make it on your own. You’re good enough to do it.
Your house sits in front of you. Each step causes it to look less and less small. You’ve kept it looking nice. It could use some paint, and that railing needs fixing. The window still got that board over it. It could be worse… though it could be better as well.
You unlock the door and step inside. “I’m home,” you say. No one replies, as always. She never gets here after school ends. At the earliest, she arrives at evening. “Lazy and unappreciative.” You lock the door behind you. “She could at least dust the place.”
You turn on the heater and set about to cleaning. You’ve been asking her for almost a week, but she won’t get off her ass to do it. You feed her, clothe her, and give her shelter. It’s all the minimum essentials, but that’s all you got. Would expressing thanks be too much to ask?
The sun sets in the grey winter sky. Yellow lights pop up in the town below, signs of life. Humans are a funny bunch. By turning on lights, they fight back against the darkness, yet nothing really changes. It’s like how you used to hide your face as a child. The big scary monster wouldn’t hurt you if you hid your eyes. To them, the big scary monsters won’t hurt them if they see all with their eyes. You chuckle. “A different side to the same coin.”
Of course, the monster hurt you anyway, regardless of whether you saw it or not.
You look down. Your fists clench the dinner table, knuckles turning white from the grip. You let go. Grabbing an ax, you head outside to cut wood. Fire’s are cheaper to run than the heater. You found it’s a good way to blow off steam anyway.
You aren’t one of those muscled women. It’s hard work, more hard work. Too bad she’s too young to help with this… You imagine the situation for a moment. It wouldn’t be a good idea. Knowing her, someone would get hurt if she had to chop wood.
At least nature provides. If it wasn’t for the several fallen trees on your land, then you’d have to buy it. There’s always a silver lining. The house sits around being a piece of shit, but at least the trees got some use. Well, they get squirrels too. Those chattering rats provide some cheap food too, just some time and a bullet.
As you pile up the wood in your wood shed, you hear a creak from the front porch, then another. Setting down the ax, you head back inside. She’s home.
The girl carries her backpack and chatters her teeth together. She gives that blank stare you’ve grown accustomed to over the past few years. Glancing at the clock, it shows a few minutes before nine.
“You’re later than normal,” you deadpan. “Any explanation?”
She shakes her head.
You clench your fists. “I dusted the house. Any reason why you couldn’t at least do that?”
She shakes her head again.
Well shit. Now, you’re irked.
You unclench your hands. She flinches. You slap her. She stumbles back a step or two before a tear cascades down her face. A red handprint forms on her left check.
She never stops giving that blank expression. “Don’t hurt me again, Mother.”
You right hand morphs back to human form, losing the claws and the darkness. It’ll rear its true form soon enough.
Then, I'd have the first choices here, probably something like "Have Dinner", "Physical", or "Verbal". Seem alright? I'm not quite sure where this'd be going category-wise. Either Modern or Horror. Oh, and I had this idea before IAP posted his story. Any similarities are by chance. Heck, no one will notice a month from now anyway.