Nightwatch, The Novelist
I've been active since 2020, the same year I discovered that the few Goosebumps CYOAs I read back in the day still had living virtual counterparts. It turns out they're really fun to read, and much more inviting to write than a solid, traditional book for an amateur like myself.
Other than playing storygames, I like to do digital drawings (which are now decent) and improve the site code. I hope to make a magnum opus here someday.
Recent PostsBLACKSMITH Game 1 on 7/21/2021 1:01:55 AM
A small mechanical bird that looks ambiguously like a copyrighted character from somewhere else flies through a window, only to be summarily destroyed by the warrior eunuchs. In its twitching beak is a tiny note that Cabagarth immediately runs over and snatches. "I'll be back. High priority," is all he says.
About an hour later he returns, wielding a SHIT-ENCRUSTED | AVENTURINE | SWITCHBLADE | OF PULCHRITUDE | WHICH WAS FOUND LODGED IN ELVIS'S ASSHOLE! He flips it around a few times in demonstration.
"Now this great artifact came from none other than The King! Not our king, but the musician from the future, who you'd all know about if you read the Future Times newspaper.
It's sharp! It's deadly! And it'll reliably give tetanus! The scent strikes fear in your enemies, and complements your own!" He looks at Ezekial and nods in agreement with himself.
"Now you asked about a friend! This blade is enchanted much like Friedbold's, by a wizard who uh, sells tarot cards and has taken a bit of a fall in life. But he says the money I handed him is totally going towards his future, and NOT the bottle this time!
Just what is that enchantment? The weapon is enchanted to tell you just how handsome you are! It can say a few other things, too. Listen." He holds out the weapon on his palm, closer to Ezekial.
"You look good today. And I've totally heard of you," it says.
"Amazing, right? Oh, and it says it only wants to be called Bae."
A Late Greeting on 7/18/2021 11:18:18 PM
The Pit of Eternal SHAME on 7/18/2021 10:49:36 PM
Ah, the pit. It doesn't smell good down here. Everyone said not to wear slippers while standing near the edge, but I was so curious why there were all those caution signs and, well, I can't change the past. More importantly, I read you're offering a way out, and I'm interested.
One expects the noise would be horrendous here, but all the ghouls and starving noobs appear to be sleeping. How long have they been that way? I can't seem to wake them at all. In fact, I think I'm the only one awake in the entire pit. There's a really crude dumbwaiter here, covered in such a mire of dirt that I scarcely recognized it. I hope the offering I found in there was recent, but in all likelihood, it's as old as the corpses at the very bottom of the pit. At least the pages looked neat.
In any case, I'm afraid this pen will run dry. Please, if you get this letter, respond! I'll also need a new pen and some paper.
Silence, I have more than enough of.
Connect to Page on 7/17/2021 1:38:44 PM
BLACKSMITH Game 1 on 7/12/2021 9:16:01 PM
"This fell on me once when I was having a misunderstanding with a mage of the wild arts!" He reveals a Sawn-off | Saltpeter | Industrial Fan | Of Moon Gravity.
"It was difficult to hoist around while I was studying it, so I had it blessed with near-weightlessness by a fancy robed guy who was meditating on a lily pad. Weird, I know, but it's so light!" He demonstrates this by holding the fan -- taller than himself -- with three fingers.
"Normally, such power as this is contained by a guard, but that part has been sawn off and the blades sharpened for lethality. You simply turn it on by touching a button near the thumb." The fan roars into life, and members of the audience gasp at the intimidating whir. He turns it off.
"More yet, you can throw anything from sand to breadcrumbs in front of it and let the powerful breeze blind your enemies! There's a bag attached here you can fill with anything and it will empty in front of the spinning blades when they're going."
"There aren't a lot of these around, but it didn't cost me anything to get this and it's not what I usually sell off, so I don't have a lot of customers, y'know? So I'll part with it for real cheap. Oh, and the spinning power comes from this thing," he says, pointing to a big metal cylinder with + and - written on either side of it.
"Not sure what it is, but it does the trick!"
BLACKSMITH RESHUFFLED!?! on 7/8/2021 12:20:11 AM
BLACKSMITH Game 1 on 7/6/2021 2:02:16 AM
BLACKSMITH Game 1 on 7/3/2021 2:25:40 PM
Cabagarth begins to get a little twitchy and paranoid. First the kobolds catch on, then of course a paladin shows up. Obviously the intel was wrong, and the obscure, highly top-secret mission compromised.
"Oh dear, I just remembered I left the steam pot on," he excuses himself.
BLACKSMITH Game 1 on 6/30/2021 4:14:16 PM
Thump! Thump! Thump! The door to the room shakes with the knocking, prompting some guards nearby to open it. After some squabbling about invitations, a short bespectacled man walks in, donning a pointed green cap and a mechanical arm.
"Hello friends, I apologize for my lateness. I had a failing worble-wheel in desperate need of oils. I'm sure you understand."
Everyone stares. A few blink.
"But!" he suddenly shouts, "I have finished my latest contraption. Behold!"
He drops a heavy wooden box on the floor with a heave, and pushes a button. Clicking sounds emanate from somewhere within as it vibrates. A spring in the bottom suddenly releases, flinging the box into the air, right next to one of the pirates. Lever arms shoot out of holes, clinching both sides of his drink, retracting it swiftly out of his grasp.
"What in the 'ell!" He shouts angrily. The box produces a small gout of steam and leaps back as the short man laughs mirthly.
"My friends, he says with a grin, this is a GNOMISH | SELF-REPAIRING | RUM FINDER | WITH MANY BUTTONS!" He presses a few of them, making the box return its captured drink. (At this point, the pirate mutters obscenities unfit for the children.)
"What more could a pirate need than an automatic rum finder! Leave it in port, or let it board a ship, and it will fetch and fill itself full with all the rum you need! It even has an attack mode where it launches itself at people! Observe!" One of the guards squints at him menacingly.
"...Or don't! But it does that too!" He gives a grandiose wave. "I spent a lot of time to make sure it was easy to use even for non-gnomes, so all the instructions fit on one page of papyrus!" He holds up a small sheet with surprisingly legible handwriting, clearly hired for the occasion.
"Oh, my name's Cabagarth. Dearly sorry, I almost forgot," he adds.
another drawing requests thread on 6/19/2021 8:10:44 PM