DBNB, The Apprentice Scrivener

Member Since

2/22/2022

Last Activity

5/25/2024 9:22 PM

EXP Points

1,670

Post Count

625

Storygame Count

2

Duel Stats

108 wins / 92 losses

Order

Marauder

Commendations

153

“Writer’s block is a fancy term made up by whiners so they can have an excuse to drink alcohol.”—Steve Martin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trophies Earned

Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Rated 90.0% of all Stories Given by BerkaZerka on 02/22/2024 - You should have more of these :D

Storygames

99 Problems but a Girl Ain't One

Samson, the biblical hero of great strength, seemingly had much going for him.  He was strong, had women, and could even kill 1000 men with only the jawbone of a donkey for a weapon.  However, in the biblical account, Samson is betrayed by Delilah, and ends up blind and imprisoned before his heroic death.  Could he have chosen a different path? Or was the path he chose the best one available. You get to choose. 

This storygame was created as an entry for EndMaster's Myth & Religion Contest


Just Another Saturday Night

You play as Peter, a young high school student attending a Halloween Party. But remember, things, and people are not always what they seem.

 

An entry for Mizal's Damned and the Shamed Contest 2023.


A Certain Story
unpublished

A certain story


Recent Posts

Press B to Bork Respects on 5/25/2024 8:38:37 PM

B


Hello! on 5/22/2024 10:50:21 AM

Pinche gringo


Hello! on 5/22/2024 9:56:46 AM

Hola


Thunderdome 11: Bezro vs Suranna vs ???? on 5/17/2024 4:30:17 PM

I read the title of story C and have decided to hate it too.  No need to read more

Story A bored me after a couple paragraphs 

Story B  made good use of dialogue and is the only acceptable choice .

Vote is for Story B.  


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/16/2024 5:20:06 PM

The dog looked at Bob with absolute disdain, confused as to why he could not just come up with one simple name, and after a moment of consideration, the dog decided that Bob was unworthy of naming him, and that it would be much better to just be called "Dog", so as soon as this was decided, Dog took off at a run in pursuit of the next marker on the map to retrieve more ammunition for Idiot Bob expecting the stupid human to follow him.


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/16/2024 3:03:29 PM

The dog, being infinitely smarter than Bob and knowing that Detroit is a place that no intelligent being ever goes to willingly, began to bark incessantly in a desperate attempt to stop him from pursuing this course of action, but luckily for the both of them, Bob was as clumsy as he was stupid and in his effort to calm the dog down he accidentally initiated the travel to destination feature of the map which indicated traveling in the opposite direction from Detroit; the dog stopped barking and began wishing that someone at some point would have given them a name. 


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/16/2024 10:31:36 AM

Realizing he was an idiot and that the dog was way smarter than he was, Bob showed the map and marker to the dog and instructed, "Fetch!", and to his surprise the smart little dog immediately opened up a portal and hopped through it, returning almost immediately to drop a shotgun shell at his feet.


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/10/2024 10:38:43 AM

The object got closer, and John recognized it was not a meteor after all, but a spacecraft; Anticipation charged every cell of his being as he realized his dream of being abducted by aliens was coming to pass, and as the transporter dissolved his molecules he wished that the Ogre would also get the opportunity to share this experience.


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/8/2024 1:23:23 PM

"I hate spiders, they creep me out, " he exclaimed as he dragged himself off the floor, noticing as he stood up that it felt like millions of the tiny things were crawling throughout his body under his skin.


Storytelling: One Sentence at a Time on 5/8/2024 12:40:36 PM

As he lay on the floor bleeding out from his wounds, he contemplated how nicely the blood worked as a shaving lubricant.