WizzyCat, The Dramatist
It's NaNoWriMo---I fucking hate them! So, I'm going to be doing my own challenge this November. That is: 30K in 30 Day. I'm really pissed about fucking up this past contest, it might be my most embarassing mistake yet, so I'm determined to improve my story and release it at the beginning of December. With ~15k written already, I can hopefully reach ~50k by the end of the month. I will track my progress for each day here, feel free to laugh at and/or encourage me!
11/1/22: 0 words. Hilarious, I know. Still at the 16244 I had when the contest ended.
11/2/22: 851 words done. Not optimal, but infinitely better than 0! 17095
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 PostsTribal Survival - Game Thread on 11/24/2022 1:09:41 PM
"The bread is bad omen, Big Whiz will not touch," Big says resolutely.
Reddit Bro Fellatio Hole on 11/15/2022 12:39:25 PM
Ha, Dumb ski
Tribal Survival - Game Thread on 11/15/2022 12:20:09 PM
"No extra food here," Big states.
Tribal Survival - Game Thread on 11/12/2022 2:01:05 AM
Big, who continues to remain silent, looks nervous and tenses up when he hears the word cannibalism.
Let's Play: Vault CYS Remastered on 11/12/2022 1:01:07 AM
I can't believe I just read five thousand words of Sent talking about a fictional bunker, and didn't get bored. I also still can't believe that Sent doesn't have any storygames. He could make a whole point and click adventure out of this one house!
Honestly, if I got to live in this place, I would hope for an apocalypse!
Poll: Vault CYS on 11/10/2022 7:33:59 PM
I piss more than I shit, and boy do I shit.
Tribal Survival - Game Thread on 11/9/2022 1:05:37 AM
"Name's Whiz, but you can call me Big," the man appears to snap out of a delirious state of daydreaming. "And I need that food, dammit!"
Baiting and Hooking part 6 (part 7?) on 11/4/2022 11:03:42 PM
I would call this gold, but it's actually shit, sorry Peng
Tribal Survival - Interest/Sign Up Thread on 11/4/2022 3:05:11 AM
Where are my prepackaged survival meals? this is a scam!
Myth and Religion Contest Results on 11/3/2022 2:29:10 AM
Congrats to Cel, congrats to everyone who submitted something, but most importantly: congrats to Ford