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Lauded Sage Exemplar

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A Stack of Cats

You are a man on a mission. The cats, they must be stacked.

A puzzling math and logic game I made just to put some of the scripting practice I've been doing to use. Have fun and please let me know if you encounter any bugs.

Should be solvable by middle schoolers, or those with same basic level of intelligence as a middle schooler.

Agent of Order

Orbiting a barren planetoid in a system full of nothing just past the edge of the frontier, The Last Outpost is just another refueling station. Strategically important, true, but on a routine stop you never expected to spend longer than a couple hours there, let alone a couple of days fighting for your life...

There are five epilogues, but some may be difficult to discover. Note that actions have consequences, but not always immediate ones. (And if you just need an End Game link, go play around with the probe.)

Facts About the Planet and the Solar System

A compilation of some little known facts about the solar system, as well as the debunking of a few myths.

In addition to the scientific explanations, there's a small story dramatizing it all.

Hopefully young readers will find this fun as well as educational. :)

(Might not be the greatest story ever written, but consider this: it got me 200 points.)

Inseparable

It doesn't matter what they say...

Jack the Bean Counter

KOBOLD KEBABS

For Endmaster's 4th Prompt Contest. The story must involve a cooking competition.

Love is for the Birds

...and the squirrels. Sort of.



Written in six hours, for no other reason than to avoid consignment to the SHAME pit after my other Romance contest entry didn't want to cooperate.

Now You Gotta Deal With This S***

A tale told in verse. A text from your sister requesting a pick up from a party leads to a night of strangeness.

Inspired by Bucky's ballad contest. Though...I wouldn't call this a ballad. I'm not sure what I'd call it, actually, other than exceedingly stupid, and fun to write.

(Don't pay any attention to the scores, they're just for me to track which endings reviewers get.)

Read My Stories or Die!

HATE.

THE PURITY AND INTENSITY OF MY HATE IS LIKE A THOUSAND MERCILESS, UNQUENCHABLE SUNS.

AND YET, I ONLY NEED ONE...


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silver Horn, Silver Hooves

When the weather is fine, you've been coming to this grove to drink from the pool for centuries now. Today, you meet a stranger and hear a story that changes all that...



A fairy tale adventure.

Another Damn Wolf Story

unpublished

Character Creator

unpublished

A list of storygames with substantial effort put in, all written in the last couple of years and sorely in need of ratings and reviews.

A modernized guide to the forums. The path to internet popularity and happiness, and a few CYS specific do's and don'ts.

I should go ahead and do a full write up on that pretty soon. Meant to awhile ago but I'm lazy. There was doxxing gong on which I think most people know about, but some other stuff too. (With pictures!)

Holly and Blackavar had hardly set off when Speedwell appeared above ground. He had an excited, triumphant look which attracted everyone's attention immediately. He squatted in front of Hazel and looked around him in silence, to make sure of this effect. "You've finished the hole?" asked Hazel. "Never mind the hole," answered Speedwell. "I didn't come up to say that. Clover's had her litter. All good, healthy kittens. Three bucks and three does, she says." "You'd better get up in the beech tree and sing that," said Hazel. "See that everybody knows! But tell them not to go crowding down disturbing her." "I shouldn't think they would," said Bigwig. "Who'd be a kitten again or even want to see one--blind and deaf and no fur?" "Some of the does may want to see them," said Hazel. "They're excited, you know. But we don't want Clover disturbed into eating them or anything miserable like that." *** Once you are fully immersed in the #rabbitlyfe, you don't even bat an eye at that last line.

As if it were possible to hate Freah any more, now that I've played around with a few examples of what ChatGPT's "critiques" can be like, it uh, looks familiar. Pop off.

I think Grammarly is meant more for stuff like writing office emails, the suggestions it does have are pretty sterile in the first place and not at all ideal for prose.

Honestly, it's probably my favorite book, I have reread it many times ever since my mom suggested I do so in the 5th grade. (Later got it for my birthday so I'd stop hogging the library copy.) At that time of course a lot of it went over my head, it improved a lot on subsequent rereads when I was older. I'm not going to say anything about your specific example, but the animated movie they made of it in has a reputation for having traumatized a lot of kids whose parents just saw cute rabbits on the VHS case. It's not written as a kid's book at all, the rabbits talk and have their own language and religion, but in every other way it treats them as real rabbits. Their little rabbit brains just can't comprehend certain things, they're terrified of their own shadows and at risk of being eaten by something or shot on every leg of this journey they spend aboveground. The book starts pretty simply with the main protagonist's brother having a prophetic vision of the destruction of the warren they live in, and the group he convinces sets out to find a new home. They run into other rabbit societies of Lotus Eaters and fascists among all the moment to moment dangers, and the author really has some fantastic character work and dynamics while wrangling a pretty large cast. I genuinely love the protagonists, the main villain is very memorable, while the prose itself always stood out to be as well, there are a lot of instances of complex and abstract imagery that I particularly like. I'd describe it as the perfect adventure novel and say it's overall pretty uplifting despite getting a bit dark in places. I think anybody would find something to like in it honestly, but if you check it out and it doesn't fill your tragedy quota, try reading The Plague Dogs by the same guy next.

If you mean those two pages in his contest story, I deleted them after he admitted he'd used the same methods there.

These kinds of claims are normal for the brain disease that is being a 13-15 year old boy. So is not being able to back them up. The only difference now is that they have a clumsy way to fake it instead of just waffling endlessly about how it's gonna be sick bro, just wait.

I'm guessing his contributions were just vague instructions like "you wake up at a bus stop and get on a creepy bus in a liminal landscape, you see several weird passengers" Look at even the OP, where people thought it sounded like he had an atmosphere and concept in mind but not much indicator of how he was going to turn it into a plot. I think that's all he's ever bothered to learn to do on his own before outsourcing the details to a machine. But at this point we may never know, we never saw any genuine examples of his prose.

Yeah, Stephen King knows how to open up an intensely engaging plot but rarely manages to stick the landing, he just kind of powers through on raw skill with the characters and prose. If he hadn't gotten so big so fast to the point no editor could tell him anything, he might have refined the plot issues more along the way though. I'm not sure any prolific author of fiction can really give instructions others can reliably follow tbh, they can only describe what worked for them. In the case of someone like King though it's at least in an entertaining way.

Oh, as for the title: a down is a British word for a kind of hill. "Watership Down" was the name of the real world location a the main part of the story takes place in, an area familiar to the author which is why he can describe the countryside with so much detail. The rabbits are not sailors lol. (except maybe in one scene in the second half...)