Chris113022, The Expert Scrivener

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9/22/2014

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4/29/2025 1:37 PM

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3133

Storygame Count

10

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68 wins / 63 losses

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I'm Chris.

Trophies Earned

Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Earning 2,000 Points Has more than earned the right to carry this trophy. Chris has grown as a writer, as well as a positive and inspiring presence tremendously. He has not only improved himself, but leads as an example. Given by BerkaZerka on 03/27/2020 - For growing into CYS Given by EndMaster on 12/15/2019 - The Answer to The Question fanfics Given by madglee on 02/16/2022 - Evolution into a solid, hilarious writer and esteemed member Given by MadHattersDaughter on 03/11/2021 - You have really blossomed. Keep up the excellent writing.

Storygames

Bright Days
You went to Chicago to cover the opening of a new art gallery, but after it's robbed on opening day you have to don your vigilante guise to track down the thieves. But you can't do this alone; that's where Chicago's own hero Blue Beetle comes in. The long awaited continuation of the Questionable Tales series. The story is rather linear but your choices are tracked in a way that the end game changes depending on what you've done.

Dark Nights
NOTE: This story is one of my weakest. Feel free to give it a read if you want to, but don't expect anything too good, especially if you've read some of my other works. 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.

Dog Day

An unrepentant criminal tries to dodge his former associates after a weapons deal goes wrong. My entry for EndMaster's Edgelord Contest 2. I literally only wrote this to avoid SHAME so don't expect anything too great.


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.


Life In The Fast Lane
A getaway driver goes on a quest for revenge.

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).

Mood music.


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. 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.

DECADENCE
unpublished
dec·a·dence /'dekedns/ noun 1. the act or process of falling into an inferior condition or state; deterioration; decay. 2. moral degeneration or decay; turpitude. 3. unrestrained or excessive self-indulgence.

Dusty Fist 3: Golden Fist
unpublished
Will you ever get any water? Time to find out.

When The Music's Over: Redux
unpublished
Rise again. A complete remake of my magnum opus.

Recent Posts

things on 4/28/2025 5:51:52 PM
Thanks for another opportunity to post this.

Variety Video Game Checklist on 4/28/2025 3:08:26 PM
One of my fondest memories I have with my dad is him letting me stay up until midnight for the release of Diablo 3. Then the servers went down and we couldn't play it that night. Had a lot of fun playing it with him afterwards though.

Variety Video Game Checklist on 4/28/2025 2:12:23 PM
I've only played Strive, but my main is Sol. Generic I know but I love throwing out Heavy Mob Cemetary out of the blue like a mad man. Tim kicks my ass with his Kai Kiske and Baiken though.

Variety Video Game Checklist on 4/27/2025 8:47:34 AM
Based.

Variety Video Game Checklist on 4/27/2025 7:01:55 AM
46/100 here. Almost half of all of them. ftonu7xwuai95o

Like A Butterfly on 4/26/2025 10:40:00 AM
And another one. I put my car in park and cut off the engine before stepping out, taking in the sight of the Lemire Avenue Apartments: a four story brick tenement building situated between a drug store and an empty building with a torn and yellowed "FOR LEASE" sign plastered on the window. The facades of all three buildings are lovingly decorated with gang tags and other graffiti. The place was built in the late 60s, originally meant to house single young professionals with its studio and one bedroom apartments. Then the Gospel of Sinners closed in on the property in the early 80s, purchasing the property and driving the residents out in order to house their members. Ever since, the place has been a safe haven for the Sinners. And I'm about to march right in through the front door like an idiot. No. The Man is simple, brutal. He charges headfirst into battle with no thought, no plan of attack. He's just here to crack skulls. The Butterfly is here to get answers. It thinks of how to approach the problem. And the problem is that if they were to walk right in, they'd get killed. So instead, it will find an alternate entrance. Walking around the corner of the building, I find that entrance: a fire escape in the alleyway. I could kick off the wall and pull the ladder dow-wait. The grappling gun. I almost forgot about it. Taking it out, I take aim and fire at the railing, the cord shooting out and the hook latching onto the railing. I retract the cord and zip up into the air, landing on the platform. I tuck the grappling gun back into my coat and step over to the window, finding it unlocked. It barely budges when I try to push it open, but with a bit of elbow grease I force it open and slip inside. The apartment I've entered is barren save for a dirty mattress on the floor and a pile of used needles next to it. I can hear music cranked so loud that the bass is shaking the walls, even though it sounds like it's coming from several rooms away. No one in this room, so I head to the door and open it slowly. The hallway is empty. Small blessings. I walk past a few doors, the music getting louder and louder as I approach the end of the hall. Apartment 210. There's got to be someone in there. I'm gonna kick the door down, charge in and- No. I knock. After a few moments the door opens and I throw my fist into a man's face. He stumbles back and trips onto a glass table, shattering it and sending a cloud of white powder into the air. I step into the room and take it in as quickly as I can: two men sitting on a couch, their heads snapping in my direction. A third standing by a large speaker, eyes wide. The fourth and last one is writhing in pain on top of the shattered table. I slam the door shut behind me and lock it, still facing the men. "Where's Mulligan?" I ask. The two guys spring up from the couch and charge straight at me. I duck into a crouch and deliver a sweeping kick, knocking them to the ground. I stand and kick one in the crotch while he's down, then pick up the other one by the collar. I slam a palm into his nose as I let go of my grip on his shirt and he slams his head on the ground. Blood streams out of his nose and he blinks rapidly in a daze. The third man screams in a battle cry as he rushes to meet me. I duck under a wild haymaker and slam a palm into his gut before sending the palm up into his chin, his head snapping back. I throw a flurry of punches, onetwothreefourfive into his ribs before finishing off with a one inch punch straight to the sternum. He struggles to keep to his feet and I send him to the floor with a high kick straight to the face. I take a moment to catch my brea Arms wrap around my neck. Shit, I forgot about the guy on the floor! I try to elbow my attacker off but he stays firm and squeezes my neck as tight as he can. I find myself struggling to breathe, my elbow jabs to his gut growing weaker and weaker. I throw myself back and slam him into a wall, his grip loosening enough that I can slip out of it and twist around with a punch to the side of his head. He's sent reeling and I slam my fist into his head once, twice, three times. A tooth goes flying out of his mouth with the fourth punch and he collapses. I walk over to the first guy, the one who's still laying on the shards of glass and groaning in pain. I take in his features: a face like a bulldog, a red mullet... Wait. He's one of the guys from the docks that beat me to near death. Is this Jake Mulligan? I grab his shoulders and pull him up. "Jake. Long time no see." "You're supposed to be fucking dead... We killed you!" "Not well enough. Now let me ask you a question. Where can I find the Reverend?" "You think I'd tell you, you faceless fuck?" "No. I don't think you will..." An idea strikes me. "Question: how did I lose my face?" "What?" "Answer: a freak chemical accident. A cloud of acidic gas that caused my flesh to melt over my features." I lower a hand to my belt buckle and press one of the tiny buttons on it before bringing it back up to Mulligan's shoulder. Slowly, a thick yellow gas begins to emit from one of the cartridges hidden within. There were three types of the gas: the bonding gas, the removal gas, and one without either component that Tot developed for me specifically for a situation like this that required some fear. "W-what the fuck!? NO!" Mulligan is squirming in my grasp, trying to escape as the gas slowly creeps up to his shoulders. "Trust me, you'll look better without that ugly mug." "OH GOD DON'T PLEASE!" Tears stream down Mulligan's face. I can pick up the scent of urine too. "Where is the Reverend?" "THE MAYOR'S PLACE! HE'S STAYING THERE!" I perk up a bit at that. "Is that so? Are you lying to me, Jake?" The gas is up to his neck now. "NO! LET ME GO, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME GO!" "Fine." I shove him away from the gas and he stumbles backwards, falling on his ass and slumping against the wall. I kick him in the face and it's lights out. Looks like I'm going to make one more stop tonight. The mayor's mansion is on the outskirts of the city limits, kept under guard by the police. The Reverend would be there, if Jake wasn't lying to me. But I trust his word. Whatever loyalty he has to the Reverend wasn't enough for him to keep his mouth shut when faced with losing, well, his face. I open the door of the apartment and see a crowd of about a dozen men, all lined up and waiting for me with bats and pipes and crowbars. "Aw shit..."

Shameless Storygame Demo Advertisement! on 4/26/2025 3:42:31 AM
Happy late 10th (or early 11th) anniversary to this thread. Reminder that all these fuckers never did anything beyond stroke their own cocks on the forum and I went on to become one of the most celebrated writers on the site. I literally got banned and came back and these mfs still ain't done shit. Fuck 'em.

Flutter Still Not On His Meds on 4/25/2025 7:52:42 AM
also @EndMaster

Flutter Still Not On His Meds on 4/25/2025 7:52:26 AM
bro get on some meds or some shit

Philosophy class:A short story on 4/23/2025 11:33:34 AM
You're fucking subhuman.