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Blood & Gold

unpublished

Play as Victor "Haze" Hernandez, a professional boxer who is thrust into gang trouble the night before his championship fight. Your dream is in reach, after many years of blood, sweat, and tears. But in the way of that gold, is a massive debt call originating from many years into your past. And it must be paid. One way or another. This is meant to be a very short game. I made it for fun and to practice a bit. Its more story than game, although you can die and there are three different endings. Enjoy.

Lonely Skies

unpublished

Maybe you're not so alone after all. Just look to the skies.

Rage Against The Dead

unpublished

A living tale set in a dead world.

The Crimson Crown

unpublished

God-King Malaketh rules over the kingdom of Amyria with an iron fist and glowing eyes. Once a fabled and infamous human adventurer, who bathed in the glory and gold of righteousness, the man fell into despair and then insanity after a post-retirement quest led to his party and lifelong friends being ruthlessly slaughtered in front of him by the first foe they could not defeat: a draconic lich who feeds on the souls of the slain. His Divinity, as his subjects must title him, ("Mad-King" in hushed whispers), delved into the darkest magic and made deals with the most devious of devils to grow in power until one day, he defeated and enthralled the beast, and took the path of vengeance. Then the throne. Now he sits on the bones of usurpers and oppresses his own people to this day. Until you come. The Crimson Crown is a dark medieval fantasy epic where you take control of customizable, powerful, experienced hero, and fight with your own party to free a kingdom from the clutches of a tyrant whose past could be your future. Take on everything from hellknights to fallen hydras as you wield magic, might, or the shadows themselves and take back the land for the people, or yourself. Prove the gods right or wrong about keeping mortals free. It's up to you.

Thank you for this thoughtful feedback.

The moon casts an eerie, seemingly ethereal glow upon the gently falling onslaught of white that bites at the skin of four lost souls as they brazenly make their way across the slippery, shining street. Through the dark, a panicking, bullheaded boy leads them closer to the side gate of a house that overlooks a cul de sac. Unintentionally, he slams his left shoulder onto the hard, soaked wood as he crouches against one of the tall planks that connects it to both sides of the structure. Knowing his little accident was both noticed and made considerable noise, he grunts his teeth and slams his head into his palms, a surge of anger quickly washing through him. He curses, mostly regaining his composure, and motions for the following three to take spots along the wall behind him. As they hesitantly act upon his direction, he then gestures for all to stay quiet, one shaking finger put to his gashed lips. The four teens sit there in silence for fifteen seconds; the established rule everyone must abide by when a considerable noise is made while outside the safehouse. There is the lonely rattling of a fence, the gentle but unsettling ring of some porch chimes, the chilling wind in their ears, and some creaking from a set of open window shutters somewhere. Other than that, all is appearing well, for now. With a sigh that is filled with worry and anxiety, the leading kid nods to his ever weary companions, and turns to slowly push open the wooden gate they all face. He carefully checks behind the door and to his left, but sees nothing but the white walls of an abandoned house, the night almost making it gray. He then gazes out through the black and scans what little he can see of the backyard. Just like it was before, part of the empty sandbox, and there's the tipped over slide next to the ruined kiddy pool. It appears the others are still safe. “Colter?” The only girl in the group quietly calls. The boy snaps out of his whirling thoughts and back into reality. Looking back, he replies, “Sorry. Can't be too careful.” Then, he spins his head back into the direction of their home, and his shaking becomes worse for a second. “Let's go,” he dreadfully growls. Overhead, a black drone records four entirely oblivious adolescents making their way to a boarded up house through a smart middle path that cuts through two trap-filled backyards. But wait, there's no light coming from it. Just a few minutes of watching, and suddenly one comes on inside after the leading boy shines his battered, cracked flashlight towards the house. One two, one two. He's done it countless times at this point, but his stomach still sinks during the wait. After what seems like an eternity in the cold, the back door opens to reveal another kid, a taller boy brandishing a shotgun, who ushers them in quickly. Him and the one who appears in charge share some muted words, before Shotgun Boy nods almost reluctantly and shoots one last glance out into the night, and the door is shut. Another eternity later, the light goes off, and all is back to silence and stillness. They were discovered, and so was their base. The drone hovers high above and around the two-story home. All of its windows and doors are completely boarded shut, save that back entrance. That one probably has a laughable set of locks on it, that's what all the waiting may have been for. The two yards they cut through to get here were littered with raised ground and slightly visible wires, as is the front yard of this home. They have a very good system going, and they are well armed and defended. Seemingly smarter than the others, but it's still not enough. The drone changes course and does one last quick scan of the house before flying off into the night. They are coming, now, and the only remaining kids in this entire town aren't ready. This is their last night.

Eh, wasn't trying to be funny. Was just continuing to prove you're a bit of a hypocrite. Y'know, like with the wall of text. And editing my posts still takes a level of effort that isn't usual for you. So I would say I'm certainly doing something to that Jello-like online ego of yours.

>Claims what I say holds no weight to her. >Goes in and completely edits my posts. The edit was funny, though.

today I sucked the dick of my soon to be wife's black bull.

She smiled at me after their usual 'breeding ritual', his seed still spilling from the corners of her mouth.

I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her and taste the seed of a superior stallion myself

 

 -Voldy

Ah yes, no one has ever vented here before.

Ah yes, the usual, easy, witty, obligatory "I only did X and Y because you're Z" reasoning. For someone so disappointed in me, you sure are making the feeling more mutual by the minute. And more alts this, alts that? I mean, I can't exactly say anything for myself on that, so you get that point for...accuracy, I guess? But definitely not effort. I'm already bored.

Lmao, my reply wasn't that deep. What's with the text wall? If anything, you being so defensive showed my point. Anyway, I never stated or even implied I thought I haven't disappointed you already. For one of EndMaster's "daughters," you'd think you'd have better reading comprehension. I was referring to how you are obviously still annoyed somewhat at what happened when I first arrived. I was saying even if that never happened, you being this much of a spastic harpy about the most trivial things would lead to it, again, eventually.

Listen Thara, I was gonna disappoint you either way, eventually. Hopefully I can at least make you a little less of an overly-let-down killjoy with my first game. We'll see.

Hey, I remember you from Tavern Crawler. You weren't this optimistic in the game.