LJacko, The Contributor

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It has been a while now since I properly joined this website, so I decided to finally write something into my profile here. I am not sure what would actually interest someone so I will simply start off by how I ended up here on this website.

I always loved stories and reading. It started with the usual stuff like, asking my mum to read me a bedside story before I went to sleep in my bunk bed. Later I, like every child should, learned to read myself, so I started reading books before going to sleep myself. After some time I discovered that my favourite genre of books was fantasy. I started reading all the stuff I could get like "Eragon" or "Harry Potter". At some point my mother gifted me the first book of the series "Warrior Cats", which became my favourite book series.

So at some point I was out of stuff to read so I started looking up fanfictions, which lead me to a website called Wattpad. There I started by reading stories about "Skyrim" my most favourite video game up until now. Later I ended up at "Warrior Cats" again.

While casually reading there I ended up at a book that was a "Choose your own adventure". On Wattpad that was quite tedious because you had to manually skip all pages not belonging to your path. Another thing I noticed was that most authors there never ended up finishing there stories. At least some of those stories I enjoyed most ended up being never updated. So after some google search I ended up in this place and started reading. I think I was just a Lurker for quite some time before I made an account. But I enjoyed most reads in the fantasy genre.

After I searched through I thought I might just give it a go and try writing my own stuff. I first intended to write a "Warrior Cats" fanfiction, but since those are banned here I decided to settle on the fantasy genre.

 

 

 

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The Riddles of the Guardian
unpublished

You and your two friends have a streak of bad luck in your adventuring career. You all imagined it differently when you left your hometown Barthville to find excitement. A gossip on the marketplace leads you to your most promising and dangerous adventure yet. You venture into the desert to find what is waiting for you inside that mysterious pyramid.

Experience the dangers of the old ruin with your friends to enter the last chamber and reach your destination. All of this leads to a fateful situation.

A treasure chamber, a mighty guardian and you, the adventurer, bound by a battle of wits and logic that defines whether you live or you die.
Can you beat the three riddles and get to the treasure?

There are 4 Epilogues to be found, depending on how well you do in the riddles.

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As some of you might know this is actually the second time I publish this game. I took it down after receiving some critique, but also a lot of helpful advice how to improve it. So here is the second, and hopefully also improved, version of my very first storygame "The Riddles of the Guardian".


Recent Posts

Fixing an image to a page. on 5/26/2020 1:55:07 AM

Using simply that worked. Thank you Berka.


Fixing an image to a page. on 5/26/2020 1:46:31 AM

On page means I simply have to put that directly onto the page ?

[p style="text-align:center][img src="http://chooseyourstory.com/i/?55003" width = "100%"][/style]

Does not seem to be working though...


Fixing an image to a page. on 5/20/2020 5:22:41 AM

Hey there,

I am here again with a question about images. I do know how to set an image as a background using global page script. Now for my storygame I have the background set so it looks like some old paper. For the first page I want there to be a title image of the city. I have inserted that by simply using the image function in the toolbar above where you can also change the color and size of written words.

The problem with that is I can't manage to fix the position of the image to the page. It is always at the top left corner if I change the size of my viewer window.

Is there any way I can make it a fixed size and position on the page it is on?


Ways of the Law on 5/7/2020 2:27:51 PM

Thanks for taking the time of reading this mizal.

Yes the first page is all for the basic background. The rest of the first chapter will be where the reader establishes the main trait of the personality and which way the protagonist will take through the course of the story. It is basically to split it all into the main branches.

I am not great with grammar so I will do a lot more proofreading aver the course of writing this.

Thanks again for all feedback though.


Ways of the Law on 5/6/2020 5:26:42 AM

The sun rises slowly, bathing the rooftops of Sandrossa in a golden light. The warm sunlight floods through the thin, red, satin curtains of your bedroom. It colors the light inside your room red. You awaken with a yawn and slowly sit up. After a few moments you slowly rise from the bed. Your bare feet touch the slightly cold, wooden floorboards. You walk over to the window and pull aside the curtains. Opening the window, you take in a deep breath of the fresh air outside. The birds are chirping in the flower garden behind your house, and you can hear the bustling sound of the city streets behind the gardens walls. A soft wind is blowing, bringing the smell of the colorful flowers from the garden to your nose. After closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you walk over to the desk with the integrated mirror to get ready for the day.

While you start brushing your hair, you can hear the door to your room opening. "Oh. You are awake already sweety," the soft, warm voice of your mother speaks.

You turn around with a wide smile on your face, "Good morning mommy."

Your mother walks over to you with a smile on her red painted lips. Her hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall of black. It is the most prominent feature you inherited from her, though your hair is slightly curled. Her soft blue eyes glinting in happiness. She walks up closely behind you and says, "Let me help you sweety." Taking the brush she starts working on your hair, the dark blue sleeves of her dress slightly slipping back along her arms. You start to look into her eyes through the mirror in front of you. Your different colored eyes, one in a soft blue like your mothers and the other the piercing green of your fathers eyes, meeting her gentle gaze. You can hear her starting to hum the calming melody of the lullaby she used to sing to you every evening you could not fall asleep, and you close your eyes listening to it.

"Now you look like my cute little princess again," your mother remarks with a smile, stirring you up from your slight doze. "It's time for breakfast. I'm sure Sophie is already finished preparing it," your mother continues, as she lays the brush to the side. You hop from the chair and head over to your large closet. Opening it some of your dresses nearly fall out, since its filled to the brim. You look around for a while searching for your favorite black dress. "I know what you are looking for, sweety. Don't you want to wear something more colorful today? How about this red one?", pulling out the knee long, light red dress and holding it in front of you. 

"Can't I wear the black one?", you ask while looking back towards the closet.

A cheeky grin appears on your mothers face and she holds the dress closer, "A true lady never wears the same dress every day, sweety. Come on, you know your father likes this one a lot. I'm sure he would be happy if you wore it." After thinking a moment and one look towards the closet again you nod and let your mother help you slip into the dress. You then follow her out of your room and into the hallway. Walking along the thick, green carpet on the wooden floor always reminds you of the walks through the garden you like to take in your spare time. But the grass feels nice and cold against your bare feet, even though your nanny always worries when you walk outside without shoes. The big paintings of your long dead family members seem to always stare at you as you walk past. As you were little that used to scare you but now your already eight years old. You are to old to be scared.

Descending the grand staircase into the entry hall of your families' manor you can already smell the warm milk with honey and cinnamon your nanny Sophie always prepares for your breakfast. It mixes with the scents of fresh bread and cooked eggs. You can also smell the bitter smell of coffee for your parents. As you walk into the dining room Sophie emerges from the kitchen behind it with a large plate laden with scrambled eggs, bacon, and different cheeses. The table already is prepared with plates and silverware. There is also a plate with bread and different kinds of jam from the local farmers. You close your eyes and happily shout, "Good morning nanny Sophie!"

Sophie seems startled a bit and then quickly responds, "Good morning young miss". Without putting down the plate she makes an awkward attempt of a curtsy towards your mother, barely able to balance the plate, "Good morning mistress."

"Ohh Sophie. You know there is no need for that," your mother quickly responds and grabs onto the plate to help her keep it steady.

"I'm sorry," Sophie adds quickly, grabs a hold of the plate fully and maneuvers it to the table. She then pulls your mothers chair for her and does the same for you as soon as she sits. While you start taking some eggs and bacon, and begin preparing a bread with strawberry jam and one with butter and honey, your mother makes some idle conversation with Sophie. Sophie also mentions that your father had to leave early to attend a business meeting with Gustav Powderbeard. Upon hearing that name your  mother frowns almost instantly. You remember meeting this guy when you were in the city with your parents. That dwarv is definitely not a person you like. He seemed scary.

"I have to do some of the bookwork later Sophie. Please play with Keira while I am at that," your mother tells your nanny. Then looking at you she adds, "We both will go into town later, sweety." With those words she stands up and leaves towards her office. Sophie starts cleaning the table where your mother sat and waits for you to finish so you can spend the rest of the morning together.

  Continue...


Ways of the Law on 5/6/2020 5:25:43 AM

Underneath is the first page of the story I started writing. It is mainly to introduce the main character and show how she is living at the beginning of this story. This will change drastically later on, but so far that is all I have.

My idea to let this story proceed is mainly through variables. So you basically develop your Characters Personality and at certain points the story splits of based on the decisions you made.

Please let me know what you think of the first page and tell me what you would make differently. I am always open for helpful feedback.


Unsure about a story idea on 4/14/2020 2:28:15 AM

It is not so much about that. It is just that I wanna ask if that story would be okay. I don't wanna do that in public because I don*t care for unnecessary shitstorms. I was asking which of the mods or admins I would have to ask this.

 


Unsure about a story idea on 4/14/2020 2:22:38 AM

Just a quick question. I have a story idea in my head. I don't want to spoiler to much so I was asking who on this site do I have to ak if it would be okay to post the story? I don't want to write anything before I know it is okay to do so.


Corona Tag! on 3/17/2020 6:10:14 AM

I have never taken part in any of these. Could be interesting however. Here goes nothing then.

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The twin bladed Nightshadow-helicopter was flying through the snowstorm as silent as ever. Even inside the vehicle you were freezing. Looking around to your fellow eleven soldiers they seem to be in the same predicament. "Why did he have to flee here?" you ask yourself mentally. There was no way to see outside but you know the second strike team was about twenty minutes behind you. Waiting for them was no option as you moved out of your operation base. The upcoming mission was far too important.

After nearly nine months of trying to find him you finally succeeded. General Striker was able to find out he would be boarding this train. A freight train controlled by Russians soldiers. Damn Russians. How many of those he did gun down himself before deserting the army. Now he is using them to flee. You can not imagine him working with them. He is most likely just a stowaway. 

He had this coming a long time now. What was he thinking? Deserting the army after they gave him so much. He earned the best money of his lifetime, he was able to pay for his mother's alcohol withdrawal and he was made into something more than a man. He was a supersoldier. The only one existing in fact, at least till that Barron guy figured out professor Articus' serum. But the worst of all he abandoned you. His supposedly great and eternal love. "He will pay for leaving me," you whisper under your breath, your hand clenching tighter on the handle of your rifle. 

Suddenly a radio message breaks the silence within the vehicle, "The scanner shows multiple people in the front wagons of the train. There is just one person in the very last wagon. We think that is our target. We will drop you off on the roof of the last wagon. Remember, if you can get him alive."

You stand up from your seat to connect the drop cable to your belt. Your team follows soon after and you stand ready to drop at the hatch in the back of the helicopter. A few more moments pass before hatch starts to open. You can feel the storm outside before you can even see it. The cold bites your face even through the mask covering half your face. The deafening sound of the harsh wind drowning out every other sound. Then you see the train below you, racing along the cliff side of the mountain. The fog swallowing everything about ten meters below the train tracks. Without much hesitation you you kick off and drop down onto the train. The cable safely brings you lower until your feet touch the slightly frozen roof of the train wagon with an audible thud. Your team drops beside you awaiting your order.

"Six of you to the back. I don't want him to just jump out back. The rest of you with me to the front door. We can not let him get out of this wagon," you swiftly order.

"Yes mam," your troopers reply in unison before splitting up. Timing it properly you reach the front at the same time the others reach the back. One after the other you climb down the ladder, leading to the narrow space between wagons where you can stand. A simple nod is all that is needed to make two men start breaking down the door with the battering ram. The pounding of metal on the wooden door is all you can hear above the noise of the storm.

Suddenly the loud crash of an explosion sounds from the back of the wagon. You only briefly hear your men scream before they fall beneath the fog and vanish from sight. At the moment the two men manage to break the door it dawns upon you. "He was waiting for us," you mutter, before turning so you are not in line of sight from the door. Just in time as it seems since immediately after the door breaks you can hear the gunshots. Six shots fired in quick succession from his signature heavy handgun. Watching the two men fall you spot the wounds quite quickly. One shot to the heart, one to the head and one through the throat. That was always how you executed people. Quick, merciless, without a chance to even mutter a last word. 

He truly is going all out on you. One man starts shouting and rounds the corner just to receive the same three shots as his two fallen comrades. An unwilling smile creeps to your lips. He already made nine shots. His signature gun can hold seventeen rounds. Then he needs to reload. He is not saving any. The other two men on your side nod at each other. One starts firing around the corner while th other pushes through the door.  After one is through the other one follows suit. You go to run in, but stop as you hear the seven shots. One of your men curses then both scream and you hear two bodies drop. 

After a moment of silence you sneak up to the door. Like the man before you you fire round the corner. You hear your former lieutenant curse and move inside the wagon. You then quickly round the corner aiming at where you think he is. Then one gunshot and the barrel of your rifle splitters while your still holding it. With a slight shock you roll to the side, dropping your destroyed rifle and reach for the handgun at your side.

"Do NOT even think about it!" the lieutenant screams while pointing his gun at you.

"Your empty Jack!" You shout back and grip your gun.

"I have been loading through. Still got one shot in the barrel!" he remarks while looking directly into your eyes.

You hesitate to draw the gun. What if he is telling the truth? Would he not have shot me by now if that was the case? What is he planning? "Bullshit I would be dead if that was the case!" It is the first time you can take in your surroundings better. The back of the wagon is blown open and burning from the explosion going off before. The two men rushing in before you lay on the floor motionless. One rifle shattered just as yours. 

"Don't force me to kill you Catalina," that almost sounded like begging. Is he really that desperate?

"You ruined everything. Why, Jack? Why did you leave the army? Why did you leave me?" you nearly tear up at those last words. 

"I ruined everything? No, Catalina. I simply learned the truth. You ask me why I left the army? I left because I could not live as a tool for some mad men anymore. That flyer I found spoke of creating Americas finest. The strongest, noblest of soldiers our country would ever have. I never joined because I believed that in the first place you know? I simply needed the money for my mum. To get her out of that hole she crawled into herself willingly. For some reason I actually impressed Striker and Articus. I was a nobody. Just a poor boy from Brooklyn. Some would have called me a street thug maybe. What did I have that others did not?" He takes a deep breath. Just now you notice his hands are shaking while holding his gun.

He then looks at you again, "After some of those missions I started believing this crap of honor and patriotism. That we were doing something good for the world. Killing off terrorists and enemy soldiers. Have you ever though about why we kill other soldiers though?"

He seems to be waiting for an answer. "We killed them because they were our enemies," you reply calmly.

"But why? Why were they enemies? Because they were bad people? Because we were the good guys? No, Catalina. They were our enemies because our leaders ordered them to be. They were fighting on their orders and we were fighting on ours. Just orders you know? Just because the leaders of two countries do not get along their soldiers have to either kill or die. Ever seen Striker standing in the field with us? Or any of those ministers claiming that Russia was a threat to the free world? No. They just give orders to their soldiers. Their loyal lapdogs to chase down the men they think are the bad guys. And then when you take a look inside the country, you see corruption and lies. Criminals earning money from the misery of others. Gangs oppressing shop owners while the police gets paid to stay by idly. That's why I left the army. To hunt down the true enemy of the free world. Corruption," He finishes his speech, his gun still aimed directly at you.

"I simply left you, because I knew what would happen after I am gone. That they will hunt me down. I could not force you to live a life on the run. I love you to much to put you through that," he finishes again.

Then you hear a thud coming from the roof. The second strike team seems to be arriving. For a brief moment Jack's eyes dart upwards. You use this moment to draw your weapon and point it at him. His eyes quickly focus back to yours with an angry look. "Backup huh?" he spits.

"Come on, Jack. We do not have the mission to kill you. Just drop that gun and we can..."

"What? Bring me back to be the dog of some countries leaders? I don't think so," he interrupts you while slowly walking backwards towards the blown open wagon until he is so close the fire nearly touches him.

"Jack, please," is all you can say before you hear another gunshot. Looking to the side you see captain Tanner holding a handgun towards Jack. You then hear Jack scream. You turn your head seeing him stumble backwards. Then a shot from Jack's gun hits Tanner right to the throat just before Jack falls backwards out of the train. You rush up to the edge to see Jack's body vanish in the fog below. 

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That's it I guess. Oh nearly forgot the tag.

@Shadowdrake27


Covid20 - continuing thingy on 3/16/2020 6:30:07 AM

Well joke is on me now because Austria decided to go full out draconian law on this. I had to start working from my home instead of my office, public meetings are shut down. Just as schools, stores (at least those that are not selling food, or medical supplies, or hygene stuff), universitys, cinemas, casinos, swimming pools, you get the idea. Leaving the house without propper reason, like buying supplies or helping relatives or going to work is forbidden. 

Going to church is no longer possible, because they had to close too. Also, weddings, baptisms and so on stopped entirely. If you have a funeral only the closest relatives are able to come. 

You are not allowed to visit people in hospital or retirement homes. Only exception being small children in hospitals.

Long story short: Life as we were used to has been shut down to bare minimum.