Two legends. Two children. The winding of fate.

Entry to Mizal's contest of the Damned and the Shamed.

Miriam, sister to Moses, Prophetess.

An entry for EndMaster's Myth and Religion contest.

They killed her, and they'll pay.

An entry for Mizal's Gone Fishin' Contest.

One little girl trying to survive in a twisted world.

There are six epilogues and many death endings. If you want an answer to every question posed, you will need to find all of them.

An entry for EndMaster's Prompt Contest 2.

I have nothing to publish. Into the shame pit I go. 

I'm very sorry that I let you down, End. I did try. But it's exam season and I'm tired.

Freidrich casts a mildly annoyed glare in the direction of all the politicians, who seem insistent on making him do actual work. "If you truly must know, I was handed one liberal policy and two fascist. I removed one fascist before sending it over to Frau Merkel."

His reasoning for nominating Frau Merkel is that she'd been rather nice to him on a few occasions prior to the meeting and also he'd forgotten everyone else's names.

Friedrich vaguely shakes his head in the direction of in Frau Merkel in an attempt to get her to leave him alone, which the rest of the politicians interpret as her being selected chancellor.

@fresh_out_the_oven has been chosen as chancellor.

One free commendation, please.

I enjoyed my gift. I'll attempt to set the picture to my storygame cover once I figure out the HTML for that. Thanks, Darius.

Freidrich votes aye, for the sole reason that he enjoys holding controversial opinions and he feels it would be vaguely amusing to have a fascist takeover of Germany.

The turkey did not cause food poisoning and vaguely bordered the realm of edible, and I wasn't forced to interact with anyone, so I would consider the task a success.

Number 31 for me, please.

I'd like to join, this site is the only place in which I have a social life.

Friedrich, who finds these court proceedings rather dull, has busied himself with throwing the small stones he keeps in his pocket for this very reason out a window and at nearby pedestrians.

He looks up at the mention of his name (though not before managing to strike a wailing baby right between the eyes), shocked that the venerable Burgrave has noticed his relatively subpar existence.

As expected by the average power-hungry politician, he will undoubtedly be casting his vote for himself.

Friedrich, who has at this time forgotten what a Burgrave is, votes nay. He might not be strongly opinionated about these matters, but he is strongly opinionated that anyone who votes aye is a sheep.