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Warden

Architects of Ruin

unpublished

In a grimdark world devoid of all hope and compassion in the aftermath of a great cataclysm that shrouded the world in a time of great darkness, a lone visionary sets out to do what has never been done before, building a legacy that will stand the test of time. A story about hope, will you find purpose in the aftermath of a terrible war in the darkest of times, or will your end be one of spurned love and failure on the winds of time?

Marauders of Hell's Canyon

unpublished

In the highest of noons, brave the scorching desert sands with only your six-shooter and a mule named Sister Sara. Will you find the lost gold in the ghost town of the abandoned mine according to the old native legends, or will you become one with the spirits of the buffalo cascading over the plains at high noon when the men in the black hats ride out to put the lead into your posse is anyone actually reading this. Only your choices decide what becomes of the sleepy little town of Satan's Cleft in the aftermath of a shootout in a game of poker while a stampede of longhorns yeehaw pardner drink your whiskey.

The Sage of Fuccton's Tower

unpublished

A tower of sand colored stone rises to the East, built over an ancient stream of consciousness. The stones are carved with the names of the great sages of the past, each a dusty gateway to the kingdom's lost wisdom, a flight of steeply descending stairs rising up to a glass-dark plain of perpetual night where the tower was first erected in memory of your missing family and their mysterious unknown fate lost to the sands of time, of incredible girth, veiny and throbbing in the abyssal night. In the highest of noons, a great cataclysm of darkness, yeehaw pardner, the wind in the willows speaks the name of the great sage now gone with the wind, the name of the wind on a swiftly tilting planet. Your choices will matter.

I would be fine with Clayfinger joining us, however the climb over SindriV's corpse would be daunting for any lesser Warden. Congrats on finishing your first game by the way, now the rest will simply give up due to moral and genetic weakness, except perhaps for Clayfinger and enterpride. I haven't been posting about my progress since besides my not wanting to tip the others off, talking about unfinished games is an activity for children.

I'm so sick of these idiot trolls!

Fuck you man this is my gimmick.

It was me actually, I killed him. That's one down.

I humbly request any points that can be spared to fund my war against the Wardens. Reminder that I took up mercenary work to slaughter Naz, an act which brought joy to the realm and for which I only received 3 points.

I have no idea what you're on about, you're always following me around posting weird shit.

I realized by the way that the protagonist of this one was basically you. Came into existence as a Warden long after others had ruined the order and crumbled away, but still tried to do the right thing in a hopeless, directionless way. It's just very unfortunate, tragic even that The Olympian came online with only one directive: KILL ALL WARDENS. I'm not sure how I'd fit stories_unwritten into this universe yet though, probably as the final boss.

Wrote 3000 words of swan on queen tentacle porn and then realized that was UD's prompt. Damn, starting over AGAIN.

I am working on my storygame. No time for other distractions until my victory is secured. It's gonna be sick bro I promise.

This month I'm really trying to focus on my storygame, I can only get excited about these short stories when the promise of violence against annoyingly children is there. Maybe another time though.