WouldntItBeNice, The Journeyman Scrivener

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5/21/2019 11:17 PM

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As of 1/7/2019:

If you want to know more about me, send me a PM. Anyway, I'm fairly nice but my writing abilities are sorta competent now. Still, that's not stopping me from improving!

Please rate my storygames, especially Azula and Zuko, Don't Hurt Me Again, 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"
11. AYT: "tbh i even thought wibn was a girl for a time"

Trophies Earned

Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Earning 2,000 Points Jointly won the 2017 Wilderness Contest Having 2 Storygame(s) Featured Rated 61.5% of all Stories



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.

Author's Notes:
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.

Featured Story About Darius and the Desert God

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.

Featured Story Azula and Zuko

This is a contest entry for End Master's Fanfiction contest.

This is an Avatar: the Last Airbender fanfiction that focuses on Azula's life and her relationship with Zuko.

Claire of Lune

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

Don't Hurt Me Again
This is an entry for BZ's Creatures of the Night Contest. There are two different kinds of monsters. One is a monster because of what they are, like vampires or zombies. Others are monsters because of what they do. They wear human flesh, but they are not human.

Life as a Time Traveler

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.)

Neon Genesis Evangelion
This is a what-if fanfiction for Neon Genesis Evangelion. If you want a guide on making the right choices, click this link.

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 died… 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.

No Quarter

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.

The Carnival, Ginny, and I

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.)

The Duet
This's an indirect sequel to my storygame Solstice. You don't need to play it to understand this one. I did have fun writing this. I've been meaning to return to Hawthorn School for nearly two years.

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.

Waiting for the (Trump) Train

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.





NGE: How to Win
Don't bother clicking the play game link. Everything is in this description.

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!


The Mountain of Scath Dubh

You are a weary traveler in a mysterious land.


Articles Written

A Newb's Guide for Improving
This is an article on how to improve for both the forums and writing if you're an idiotic newb. It's written by a former idiotic newb for current idiotic newbs.

Recent Posts

Game of Thrones - Season 8 on 5/14/2019 11:32:46 AM
Prediction for the next episode: lots of random death and disregard for previous character arcs. Everything is also rushed. Arya Stark becomes the queen because everyone dies and the writers have a total boner for her. All the fans feel bad.

Best Pirate Stories? on 5/12/2019 9:45:41 PM
Will11 did a lot in that area. The Magellan series and Mutiny on the Bounty are both 6/8 if I remember corectly. That's what I can think of off the top of my head.

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 3:21:10 PM

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 3:19:40 PM
I did a lot of trimming, but for some reason it didn't occur to me that "random rope sales pitch" could be cut.

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 3:08:59 PM
Oh no, hick grammar strikes again. Interesting idea with starting it at that different spot. I'll try that out and see what happens. Thanks, Mizal!

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 3:07:47 PM

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 3:07:34 PM
Lol. The town didn't need to import the rope, but the dude selling knew imported rope was more expensive.

Ogre's Boobs on 5/10/2019 3:04:05 PM
Boobs! I mean... um... Yeah, I think you're right.

Guilty thus Hanged on 5/10/2019 1:36:53 PM
You peered out the window towards the gallows. Shielding your eyes from the morning sun, you saw the first of the spectators arrived. A mother and two young, fussing children sat on a blanket. She didn’t hide the annoyance on her face from their noise, so she took a muffin out of their picnic basket and gave half to each child. Her gift calmed their rambunctious attitudes. You grunted and laid in your bed once more. The sheets itched, and it smelled of sweat. The three stone walls reminded you of a cramped cave, but the arid air and the metal bars imposed reality upon you. You lied in a jail cell, not the caves you explored as a youth. You heard the front door open. Has your little sister come to swear your innocence again? Heavy footsteps came inside and answered your question. It was someone else. The sheriff mumbled a greeting, and you strained your ears to overhear the conversation behind the door. “G’mornin to you too, Sherriff.” You recognized the voice as Mr. Wright, who owned the general store. He sounded chipper per usual. “Look alive, my friend! It’s a dandy day for a hangin.” The sheriff slurred his words, so you didn’t catch them. You wondered if he raided his stash of brandy. You already smelled the faint aroma of smoke from his cigar. “Aw, you know me. I want this to be a clean hangin. You know about lad o’er in the Dakotas? He got skinny before the execution, so the rope ain’t fit him. It strangled him instead of just snappin his neck clean and proper, so I wanna check the prisoner’s weight.” The sheriff yawned. This time, you heard him. “You’re hopin for a new weight so I’d have to buy another one of those imported Californian ropes.” “Of course!” He chuckled, a jolly kind. You found the sound pleasant. “But, can I?” Instead of answering him, the sheriff opened the door separating the cells from the rest of the building. Mr. Wright walked though, his fat bouncing slightly with each step. As he approached, you could hear his slight wheezing. Still, he grinned. “G’mornin.” He waived in greetings. You stood, since you considered it improper to lie in bed when a guest arrived. “Pleasant day, isn’t it?” You gave a smile. “Indeed, youngin! Not a cloud in the sky.” He scratched the back of his head. “How’ve they been feedin ya?” You shrugged. “Better than I thought. Same weight. Sorry, but you won’t need another rope.” “Mind if I check? Any excuse for a sale is a good excuse.” You felt your cheeks flush. “Alright.” You lifted your shirt a bit and showed him that your weight remained the same. The wound under your stomach had healed, though it left a straight scar from the blade. A chill went up your spine as his gaze lingered. The moment he nodded, you brought down the fabric. “Thanks. I’ll see you in an hour!” He walked back and closed the door behind him. You sighed. With nothing better to do, you fell into the bed face first. You closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you. A loud clank awoke you from your slumber. The sheriff hit the bars with handcuffs again as he unlocked the door. He blew out a puff of his cigar’s smoke. “Let’s get this over with.” You nodded and held out your arms. He clamped the cuffs over your wrists. “Come on.” He didn’t bother pulling you, and you didn’t bother running away. You followed the greying, mustached man, though you stopped for a moment when he opened the door outside. The light shone brighter without walls to stifle it, so you let your eyes to adjust. When they did, you saw the sheriff ten paces away, unaware you stopped. You scurried after him before you’re left behind. The people amassed into a boisterous crowd. A dozen stood in line for a man selling roasted nuts. Some of the more cavalier children chased each other in a game of tag. A brazen young man chatted with a disinterested lady too polite to turn him away. Most gathered in front of the gallows, anticipating the main event. The crowd parted ways for you with excited or aggravated looks plastered on their faces. Will the angered faces transform into smiles after you die? The fact that you won’t ever know bugged you. Nonetheless, you nodded in thanks since they let you through without trouble. You climbed the steps onto the gallows after the sheriff. He rubbed his left knee to ease the achy join’s pain. “Sorry about making you climb up with me.” He waived his hand. “It’s my fault for gettin old. Wanna bag?” He held up a sack to hide your head during the hanging. You shook your head. “Suit yourself.” “Burn in Hell, Devil’s spawn!” The recently widowed Mrs. Patterson screamed from the front of the crowd. The left side of her face carried wilted flesh scared by the fire. Her finger pointed at you in accusation. “May the Lord judge you!” Others shouted out similar things in anger. You nod in reply and hoped venting their feelings will help heal them. Their screams ended when the pastor walked onto the gallows. He held up his hand, and the crowd observed. He opened his worn Bible to give your last rites, but you placed your hand on the Scriptures. “I’m alright,” you said with a grin. “But, thanks for the offer.” He respected your wishes and walked off the gallows. Peering over the crowd, you see several young ladies dressed in more frivolous clothing. Unlike the crowd, they neither showed excitement nor fury. You tarnished their reputation, and now one of their best customers lied in the grave. They looked hopeful that the men’s memory of you will ebb after your death so their work would increase. The sheriff put the nose around your neck and unlocked your cuffs. You took a deep breath and stepped over the trapdoor. The rope itched your neck more than the bedsheets, so you scratched around your neck. “Any last words?” the sheriff asked. “I accept the Lord’s judgement.” You turned you gaze to the heavens and wondered if God was watching. “Innocent!” Your little sister pushed through the crowd. Her small, dirty dress swayed in the breeze. The tears in her eyes sparkled in the sun. “You’re hanging an innocent soul!” She searched the crowd for any sympathizers but sound none. “Anna.” You smiled at the girl who adored you. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about me. The Lord will judge me accordingly. Goodbye.” She nodded but didn’t stop crying. “Well, here it goes.” The sheriff tossed his cigar on the ground and lit another one. After taking a long puff he pronounced, “You’ve been sentenced to death by hanging for your crimes. You burnt down the homestead of Mister and Misses Patterson. You killed the honorable husband and wife in the blaze. You shot their fleeing son in the back and left young Patterson’s newlywed a widow.” He stood still for several seconds before he looked down at the executioner. “That means you can pull the lever, Samuel.” The wood beneath your feet gave way. Your sister shrieked. For the briefest moment, you felt as though you floated, then your body dropped. The rope tightened on your neck and cut into your skin from the full force of your fall. You felt a snap. Your body hit the dirt. The snapped rope dangled above you. The sheriff’s cigar fell out of his mouth. Widowed Mrs. Patterson clenched her first in anger. Mr. Wright stammered how your rope was of the highest quality. Your sister collapsed to her knees and cried. “Thank you, God!” she wailed. What miracle caused this? Why did God stoop down to save you? The crowd will believe your sister. They will lose their bloodlust and set you free. You cried in anguish. Why did God save your guilty soul?

Ogre's Boobs on 5/6/2019 9:13:16 PM
I guess this proves how important knowing your audience is when writing? Here, the CYS plebeians don't care about grammatically correct, educational storygames. Instead, they like Boobs and retardery.