Chris113022, The Apprentice Scrivener

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I'm Chris. Currently attending Job Corps so I won't be on nearly 24/7 like I used to be. Any stories will take slightly longer to make due to limited free time and stuff. Guess I know what being an adult is like now.

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Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Having 2 Storygame(s) Featured Given by EndMaster on 12/15/2019 - The Answer to The Question fanfics

Storygames

Featured Story Dark Nights

The Question is back at it again in this sequel to Hard Night!

Gotham City was home to a myriad of vigilantes, and, in your personal opinion, the Huntress was the most interesting of them. So when you hear she's in trouble, of course you decide to give her a helping hand... Things escalate from there.

Second in the Questionable Tales series, a series of fanfiction storygames starring the Question. Featuring the Huntress as a guest star, Batman and the Penguin in cameos, and mentions of other Batman related characters.

Rated for violence, language, and sexual content. I make no claims of quality.

The Question, Huntress, the Batfamily, and all of Batman's villains are copyright DC Comics.

NOTE: An entry into EndMaster's 2018 unofficial romance contest.

Special Thanks to:

Tim36D - Playtesting, proofreading.
The Folks in the Villain Lair - Motivating me to write the story. Even if I didn't make it to 15k in the end.

EDIT 3/14/18: Fixed typos. Completely revamped Penguin's confrontation pages. Removed 'End of *chapter name*, start *chapter name*' links; they're just 'continue' links now. Minor additions to story, including a new page.

EDIT 3/26/18: Fixed some small mistakes that I noticed.

EDIT 4/26/18: Fixed background on title page, due to my usual image hosting site going down.


Dusty Fist

Can you get a good drink while fending off raiders?

A young martial artist visits a post-apocalyptic town in search of a drink. What happens next is up to you in this classic style CYOA inspired by the cult classic God Hand.

Special Thanks To:
Cricket - For beta reading.

Author's Notes: This is mostly just a little something I wrote for my own amusement and isn't meant to be taken seriously at all. It's written in the Time Cave format, which means that every choice leads you down a unique path instead of all that rebranching and stuff that modern interactive fiction tends to use.

With that said, leave all your common sense at the door, because it's about to get weird.


Dusty Fist 2: Electric Boogaloo

A young martial artist goes on another hilarious romp through post-apocalyptic America.

My entry for Mizal's 2019 Lone Hero Contest.

Authors Notes: This is a sequel to Dusty Fist. You don't actually need to have read the original in order to enjoy this one, as that was more of an elaborate shitpost while this... Is also an elaborate shitpost.


Hard Night

Just a regular night.

In this game, you play as the Question, Hub City's faceless protector. One night, what appears to be a normal drug bust goes south fast, and you find yourself with only two hours to live, an antidote to find, and a gang to topple.

Looks like it's just a normal night in Hub City.

First in the Questionable Tales series, a series of fanfiction games starring the Question. There's four endings not counting deaths: one bad, one bittersweet, one good, and one true ending. See if you can find them all.

The Question is copyright DC Comics. So yeah, don't sue me.

Author's Note: This game is really rough around the edges. I decided to give it a quick run through on October 4th, 2019 (over a year and a half after the original publication on February 2nd, 2018), in order to fix some minor bugs and add a "cheat code" for the infamously obtuse antidote puzzle. Hopefully, there are no more problems with the scripting and the like.

... And I ended up giving it another edit on October 8th, 2019 because I noticed another bug when replaying it. Not a major one, but still. I really didn't have my link restrictions in order at all.


Silent Night

A very questionable Christmas special.

It's Christmas in Hub City. One might expect that even criminals would take the night off, but you've learned the hard way that crime doesn't sleep. While the rest of the city is tucked into their homes in the company of loved ones, you're on the hunt in a silent city, making sure that things stay that way.

The Question is copyright DC comics. So yeah, don't sue me.

Author's Notes: Did I say I was definitely not going to write a Question fanfiction for this contest? Because what I meant was I didn't mean to but I had to squeeze something out before the contest's end. And with Christmas so fast approaching, what better than a Christmas special, eh?


TechNOIR

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.


Featured Story When The Music's Over
I hear a very gentle sound... Once you were the bravest hero in the land. Then, the greatest noble. Now, a washed up drunkard past his prime. But when the king asks for you to turn the tide of a war, will you accept, or cast his offer aside to walk your own path? Author's Notes: I originally intended for every single choice to branch out into a unique path, but to get this out I had to cut some of my plans short. There is minor rebranching here and there along with a few duplicate pages that have minor changes depending on how you reached those pages. On top of that, the path for accepting the king's offer is much more bare bones than I wanted it to be and is only about a third of the rest of the game's size (10k to the rest of the game's 30k). Someday, I hope to return to this story and make it the epic it deserves to be. For now, however, the game is finished. The SCORE variable doesn't indicate how good you did. It's just a way to keep track of what ending the reader got. If you play the game, please give a comment. I'd love to hear your thoughts. This game includes a writing prompt, asking the reader to continue the ending they received. It can be found here. Special Thanks: Tim36D - For being my long-suffering best friend and listening to me ramble on about this story. Thanks man. Mizal - For constantly busting my ass to get this storygame done. Boom, now it is. Shadowdrake27 - For proofreading the story. Without him, there would be many typos and grammar errors. The CYS Discord - For being there to let me ramble on about my story on the occasions that Tim wasn't. The entire CYS community - For putting up with me for 5 years now. Stay classy, you omnidirectional vitriol spewers.

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Recent Posts

Risk My Attention (New World Order) on 1/24/2020 7:06:40 PM
Feature Reader82 and AustinC's comments on When The Music's Over, replacing NinjaPitka and MicroPenis.

TechNOIR 2: AKA Out Of Ideas, Making Sequels on 1/19/2020 1:23:24 PM
Thanks for the comments. Some of the things (tense changes, clauses) weren't intentional and are fixed, though the repeated use of the word "smog" is intentional (as a callback to a rather infamous line in the first game) as well as switching to first person for choices (I feel like it helps the reader get more into the mindset of the character). As for the inconsistency of the hitman character, yeah, that got pointed out when I asked Sent to read this stuff and after some spitballing ideas around I decided I'm gonna tone it down a notch and keep the "cool badass hitman" persona going. It was originally put in there because I felt like I didn't really foreshadow or even imply in the original game that the hitman is supposed to be nothing more than a psychotic killer masquerading as this suave badass hitman, hence the really violent options seeming to come out of nowhere; it felt like this way it was more obvious, but at the same time the second page is kinda early to have the character be going full psychopath. Also, Mizal pointed out to me that I should probably just forgo the editting for now and just get the words down as fast as I can so I can get the story done sooner. Updates will probably be extremely infrequent from now on, but I think once I finish up this first mission and a bit of the side content I'll put the story on sneak preview so people can check it out and give thoughts then.

TechNOIR 2: AKA Out Of Ideas, Making Sequels on 1/18/2020 9:52:04 PM
Updated first page, fixing what was pointed out by Megumeme as well as adding a bit more onto it. Following it is the second page, after the player chooses to go through the front of the club. Within dreams, you remember walking into a cramped and secluded alleyway for a business deal. This client values his secrecy, wanted to meet in a neutral place and you agreed. When you arrived he was smoking a cigarette, trying to look casual for the non-existent pedestrians; no one came here who mattered, not until now at least. He's a well built man in his late forties, a neatly trimmed red beard on his face and a bald head with neural implants for connecting directly to cyberspace through his brain. He flicks his cigarette to the ground when he sees you, adjusts his tie and smooths out the lapels of his suit. "You my man?" His voice carries a bit of an Irish accent. You nod. He continues, "Good. Any questions or you wanna get this over with?" "What's your deal with the target?" "Business rival. Trying to establish my new lounge but most people just head to his club. You kill him in his own club, people realize it isn't safe. At the same time, I hire security guards, all his old customers migrate to my place." He fidgets a bit before making for another cigarette. He lights it, takes a drag, exhales and looks you in the eye. "That a good enough reason for you?" "Good enough." A ghost of a smile paints his lips. "Good." He hands you a photo, printed on a small piece of paper. His smile widens at your subtle quirk of an eyebrow. "Old fashioned, I know. But this way there's no trace of our interaction here, not like if I transferred this info through our CyberFaces." "Don't have one. Off the grid." It's his turn to look surprised. "Hm, no shit? Guess you're more paranoid than I am." He takes another drag, not even exhaling before speaking again. "On the back is the address. You'll know it when you see it, the sign shines bright. Could probably see it from a thousand miles away." You examine the photo. Balding guy, middle aged, beer gut. Two young women on either side of him who look like they'd rather be anywhere else but are smiling because that's what they're paid to do. Insecure type, probably. Doesn't have much to live for but hides it behind cash and fast cars and hot women. Just the type you love putting out of their misery. You flip the photo over. Scribbled on the back is an address, 451 Pico Boulevard, and the name of the place. You tuck the photo into the inner pocket of your jacket. "Anything I should know?" "You'll find him in the VIP lounge. It's in the back, behind the main club area. Probably get a working girl to let you in, or sneak in through the alley around back." You nod, turning your back on him to walk away, then stop when you're at the mouth of the alley. Turning your head over your shoulder to look him in the eye, you say, "I'll be back in two hours for my payment. Don't ever contact me again once we're through. I don't do multiple jobs for clients." Then, you're back to walking. You can feel rather than see his nod. Walking through the streets with your head hung low, eyes drifting up occasionally to look at the holosigns declaring the street names. Montgomery Avenue, Holliday Drive... There. Pico Boulevard. Looking up, you can see that the city is a flurry of neon lights and smog; thick, dark smog that chokes the surrounding buildings and hands out lung cancer like there's no tomorrow. But through that dark smog is a beacon of light, shining down on you as though a spear of righteousness from the heavens. He was right. You can't miss it. Those big, neon green words. TechNOIR You can feel rather than hear the music blaring within the club, the vibrations of the bass shaking you to your very core even from outside. The club is a two story building, tucked in between a salon and a convenience store. Aside from the sign, it has no real decoration or sense of flair, the facade being a worn out red brick building with blacked out windows. There's a bouncer at the door but no real line to speak of, meaning that getting in through the front will be easy. Alternatively, you could head down the side alley and try to get in that way. There has to be some sort of way to the roof, or a back door leading into the club. How do you want to play this? - Let's head through the front. It's simple and straightforward. - Let's go around back. It's better to maintain the element of surprise.

~~~~~

You head up to the bouncer, hands in your pockets. He's a muscular man with dark skin and a shaved head covered in scars. His eyes are a neon blue, suggesting implants for his eyesight. Might have gone blind somehow, you muse, only to shake your head. It doesn't matter. He grunts when he sees you and motions for your holo ID, and you oblige him with your fake; usually it can withstand a quick look over but if someone stares too long it becomes a bit obvious. You hide it well but inside you're sweating, anxious, the pistol in your coat burning a hole into your skin begging to be used because deep down you know only one of you is making it out of this situation, just let loose, just kill the bastard- "Looks good. Go on in." He hands you your ID and you nod before pocketing it, cool and composed as you always are, as you know you are. Mentally, you remark to yourself that security really is lax around here. It helps you feel better, helps you maintain control over yourself. That's what you are: in control. Stepping through the club's front doors, you can finally hear the pulse pounding synth-heavy music you felt earlier. Scanning the club over, you see a bar set up in the center of a wide open room bathed in neon lights. There's a dance floor to your left, not far from the bar, where the lights are particularly bright and flashy. The people are packed tightly together like sardines in a tin can as they dance, glazed in sweat and running their hands and lips and teeth over whatever bits of bare skin are showing on each other. You crinkle your nose at the sight and turn away. Going back to examining your surroundings, you note that there's a few booths lined along the far wall to your right, and past them in the back is a door to what you assume must be a kitchen. Maybe you could get into the back areas through there? Maybe. You continue scanning until you see a door straight ahead, past the bar, where two large and muscular security guards stand. Above the door they're guarding is a neon red sign reading "VIP Lounge" in a fancy cursive font. That's where the target is. You're pondering how to get in when you notice a scantily clad young woman approaching you. Her hair is dyed neon blue and is kept in a short, stylish cut with shaved sides. Her skin is tan and her eyes a golden color that suggests cosmetic implants. You note faint silver lines highlighting her cheek bones, suggesting some sort of implants to alter her appearance. She's either on the run or did this to look more appealing, no doubt. "Hey there, tough guy," she says in a sultry tone, placing a cold hand on your chest and getting in close. You have to fight yourself to not break her dainty wrist and throw her to the ground for even daring to touch you, because this could be useful. "I saw you eyeing the back room. Want me to take you back there for a..." She leans closer, getting on the tips of her toes to whisper into your ear. "... Good time?" - Take a breath to calm the tide of anger building in my chest and accept the offer. It's the best way to my target, even if I'm uncomfortable around this... Working girl. - Take a breath to calm the tide of anger building in my chest and decline politely. I hate being around her but I can't be too rude without blowing my cover. - Fuck calming down. She touched me. Push her to the floor and keep walking. Even being this close to this whore is making me sick.

TechNOIR 2: AKA Out Of Ideas, Making Sequels on 1/18/2020 12:57:39 AM
Within dreams, you remember. Walking into a cramped and secluded alleyway for a business deal. This client values his secrecy, wanted to meet in a neutral place; you agreed. When you arrived he was smoking a cigarette, trying to look casual for the non-existent pedestrians; no one came here who mattered, not until now at least. He's a well built man in his late forties, a well-trimmed red beard on his face and a bald head with neural implants for connecting directly to cyberspace through his brain. He flicks his cigarette to the ground when he sees you, adjusts his tie and smooths out the lapels of his suit. "You my man?" His voice carries a bit of an Irish accent. You nod, he continues. "Good. Any questions or you wanna get this over with?" "What's your deal with the target?" "Business rival. Trying to establish my new lounge but most people just head to his club. You kill him in his own club, people realize it isn't safe. At the same time, I hire security guards, all his old customers migrate to my place." He fidgets a bit before making for another cigarette. He lights it, takes a drag; exhales and looks you in the eye. "That a good enough reason for you?" "Good enough." A ghost of a smile paints his lips. "Good." He hands you a photo, printed on a small piece of paper. His smile widens at your subtle quirk of an eyebrow. "Old fashioned, I know. But this way there's no trace of our interaction here, not like if I transferred this info through our CyberFaces." "Don't have one. Off the grid." It's his turn to look surprised. "Hm, no shit? Guess you're more paranoid than I am." He takes another drag, not even exhaling before speaking again. "On the back is the address. You'll know it when you see it, the sign shines bright. Could probably see it from a thousand miles away." You examine the photo. Balding guy, middle aged, beer gut. Two young women on either side of him who look like they'd rather be anywhere else but are smiling because that's what they're paid to do. Insecure type, probably. Doesn't have much to live for but hides it behind cash and fast cars and hot women. Just the type you love putting out of their misery. You flip the photo over. Scribbled on the back is an address, 451 Pico Boulevard, and the name of the place. TechNOIR. You tuck the photo into the inner pocket of your jacket. "Anything I should know?" "You'll find him in the VIP lounge. It's in the back, behind the main club area. Probably get a working girl to let you in, or sneak in through the alley around back." You nod, then turn your back on him to walk away. Then stop at the mouth of the alley, turning your head over your shoulder to look him in the eye. "I'll be back in two hours for my payment. Don't ever contact me again once we're through. I don't do multiple jobs for clients." Then, you're back to walking. You can feel rather than see his nod. Walking through the streets with your head hung low, eyes drifting up occasionally to look at the holosigns declaring the street names. Montgomery Avenue, Holliday Drive... There. Pico Boulevard. Looking up, you can see that the city is a flurry of neon lights and smog; thick, dark smog that chokes the surrounding buildings and hands out lung cancer like there's no tomorrow. But through that dark smog is a beacon of light, shining down on you as though a spear of righteousness from the heavens. He was right. You can't miss it. Those big, neon green words. TechNOIR How do you want to play this?

TechNOIR 2: AKA Out Of Ideas, Making Sequels on 1/18/2020 12:56:18 AM
I'm making a sequel because I have no more original ideas so I'm cashing in on previous ideas. I have officially hit my sell out phase. In all seriousness I discussed it last night in the Discord but I am making a sequel to my story TechNOIR, which I always felt was my best story before I went and became a CHAD and made When The Music's Over. While TechNOIR was sort of a test of how much I could do with basic variables and didn't have much in the way of plot, this sequel will be me using the knowledge I've learned from both that game and all my projects since to create a very game-y experience that will hopefully offer an engaging story as well. The plan is for it to consist of four missions; three of them are new, while the first mission is a complete remake of the original game with new mechanics and better writing. These will make up a good chunk of the game, and are probably the biggest reasons people will play it. However, that's not all I'm offering with those story. In between these standalone missions, you can explore various side activities in an "open world". It's not anywhere near an actual open world, but in this environment you can find four unique subplots with various characters as well as a shop to purchase upgrades for your equipment. There are also ways to earn cash outside of missions to then spend on your upgrades. The game is in a very early stage and is mostly being planned, but since I already have the groundwork for the TechNOIR mission I've begun writing it. In the next post is the first page, hot off the presses.

new and improved on 1/16/2020 8:10:30 PM
Camelon please direct your attention to this thread, and join us in laughing at and bullying the retard.

new and improved on 1/16/2020 7:52:09 PM

Interesting comments 4 on 1/16/2020 6:28:31 PM
Yeah bill is a bitchy boomer. But tbh it was a pretty bitchy thing of you to do to publicly show everyone that rated your story so you could try to shame everyone into giving you a higher rating than this story would have probably gotten otherwise, lost respect for you. Now for this comment to get deleted lul -- aDiscordUser on 1/16/2020 6:45:59 AM with a score of 44 Lol fag

2019: Objective Weighing of Value thread on 1/15/2020 9:13:42 PM
Bill is a very nice man and I apologize for baiting him so good, and then promptly losing my senses and falling for my own bait. Thank you very much for the acknowledgement and I hope 2020 will be as good a year for me as the last two years were.

MRROOOW! *hiss* *spit* on 1/15/2020 8:56:27 PM
I mean to be fair it's not hard to see that I'm extremely insecure and wanted to stay as close to the top as I could. But the difference is, I didn't come to the site as a published author and had to put up with endless hazing to get to where I am at this point. Hell, I don't even know why I want to keep this "reputation" I have, considering I know none of these people actually like me and are just keeping me around because I write gud. Besides, I just went and rated Giri and Grass Planet both 7s, because I know those aren't games that are actually worthy of a 1 and leaving my rating as such is giving them an unnecessary bad wrap. Feel free to keep the rating on Music the same because I know I can do much better. TL;DR: local bitch boy reveals he is insecure and homosexual, vows to do better than his best story. EDIT: I still mean every word I said here but lmao they're backing me up now, goteem.