WizzyCat, The Novelist
Fucks? Not given.
Play as Urga, the founder of the prestigious Church of Desires, an infamous underground religion that specializes in darkness, debauchery, destruction, and most importantly, delivering coinage to Urga (although try not to tell that last bit to the followers, it wasn't in the pamphlet for a good reason).
However, Urga's time of frolicking in the deepest recesses of society is now over, as one of his many, many, oh so many enemies has sent warriors after him,
Urga's no fighter, but to what lengths will he go to survive? Up to you.
CW: Violence of the physical, verbal, and sexual varieties, as well as all the accompanying unpleasantry. Also, demon dick.
Author's Note: There is an optimal ending, however it and all the other endings are unmarked. If you reach a page with only an End Game link, you have "won".
Entry to Endmaster's Manifest Destiny Contest.
You are a historian, searching for tales about the mythical Bogatyrs, who were heroes of somewhat Arthurian quality. You managed to locate an archive of their exploits, which had once been passed down in oral form only, stored in a remote castle, taken care of by an old man of similar historian persuasion as you.
In a world where consciousness is stored on a hard drive, the most heinous crime is hacking.
Author's Note: A police officer is supposed to be a righteous dispenser of justice, but in the future, the idea of morality is basically nonexistent. Nonetheless, a lot of choices in this game can be broken down into "things a good, moralistic police officer should do" and "amoral things that get the job done". Going down one path or the other will eventually result in you being locked out of the other entirely, but it will also give you access to new epilogues and options.
Winner of the Cyberpunk Contest.
A Halo fanfiction. Story knowledge is not required, but some basic knowledge of the franchise is ideal.
On a desolate colony near the edge of human space, a Forerunner installation is located. ONI sends an expeditionary force, containing a single Spartan II, to investigate. However, ONI aren't the only ones searching for Forerunner tech.
After the Dark Age of Technology during the 21st and 22nd centuries, humanity decided to reach for the stars. Or at least the megacorps decided to, leaving behind anyone too poor or too stubborn or too old to board the ships headed for Mars and Europa. With that, the Great Expansion started: Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, the Asteroid Belt, all were encompassed by the sovereignty of the newly formed United Human Federation, or UHF. Well... that's what the UHF would have you believe. The truth is a different beast entirely.
After graduating a prestigious engineering college on Mars and patenting a valuable new piece of tech, you were approached by the Black Hoods, a completely untraceable organization that dealt with the salvage of shipwrecks across the solar system. Despite the absurd protocols (all in the name of total secrecy), the mind-boggling pay convinced you to join. What can you discover among the derelict wreckage of humanity?
Recent PostsEndmaster's prompt contest writing thread. on 1/22/2024 6:46:52 AM
Today I finally decided to stop fucking around and start writing. Enough planning. So I scroll to the last page of the planning doc and find out that I've actually already started writing! I don't remember doing so...
End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/22/2024 4:00:33 AM
I hope you pull through. Hint: get started now
WE NEED MORE SPORT BASED STORIES on 1/18/2024 4:47:19 PM
I might be stretching the definition of sport, but I think it'll count
Gay Nazi Slapfight (Now with Femboys!) on 1/18/2024 4:46:27 PM
CYS always has the best musical guests!
Chapter word counts on 1/8/2024 2:04:24 PM
I think chapters should be deleted entirely
End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/4/2024 7:46:37 PM
I didn't think he'd be willing to wager something so valuable, but I'd be happy to fight over it
End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/4/2024 7:41:15 PM
My ass is locked in
End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/4/2024 7:41:06 PM
I choose prompt 1
❅ Secret Santa ❅ on 12/30/2023 7:25:36 AM
Whatever this booklet wizardry is, I commend it, and I must say that Peng's gift was fucking adorable (the rest are good too).
So who wants to help proofread on 12/26/2023 3:47:09 AM
"The man walked into the small local restaurant., is enough information for my imagination to provide something I can see and grab hold of in my mind "
While this sentence should be enough information for anyone's imagination to provide an accompanying visual, it's not how a story works! This means you're writing without any consideration for themes, motifs, imagery, figurative language, characterization, worldbuilding, etc etc. It's like giving someone a skeleton and telling them that they have to imagine the muscles, organs, skin, features, personality, clothes, etc about this person. Look at the opening scene of Reservoir Dogs. No, seriously, go watch it right fucking now, and really watch it.
Alright, done? Now watch it again.
It could be described as "a group of rowdy men eating at a cozy diner together" and that paints a picture in anyone's head, but the actual context and information within this scene is important! All the men are in suits, with slicked-back hair, cigarettes. There's the clear imagery of professional criminals---there's dialogue which conveys the same image, while deepening it as each character expresses their individuality. Some show vulgarity, some show their aggressiveness, some show that they are capable of complex emotions. Even their facial expressions during the dialogue of others is relevant. They even display a bunch of differing opinions just discussing the tip! These motherfuckers are dressed the same and named almost the same; however, they are all distinct, and we get hints at every one of their personalities and even some foreshadowing.
Sure, this is a movie, but all this shit is applicable to writing. If you create depth, then you can create a story that allows the reader to imagine something actually interesting, to actually get invested. You can't get invested in a daydream.