benholman44, The Contributor

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2/14/2024 11:55 AM

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160 wins / 170 losses





So my goals on this site: create a story game that's actually ranked at least a 6, get a trophy, and win approval from my favorite contributor on this site. Granted I'll probably fail at these three things, but still.

I got the trophy! And a commendation from my favorite author! Only one more goal to go!

"Ben's life as far as I can tell has been one of turmoil and strife. He's been mocked, embarassed by his baby mama who then eventually left him for a tranny. And he had some other issues after that.

But it's all been leading up to this moment. I myself shall usher him into the Gates of CYStia where he shall be Eternal. Awaited and Blessed." -EndMaster

Trophies Earned

Earning 100 Points


Halloween Fright

A short horror story where you're hazed on Halloween night. While others are trick-or-treating, you're involved in a fight for your life.

Recent Posts

Ben's Contest Question on 2/9/2024 1:38:04 PM

Cool. Back to work.

Ben's Contest Question on 2/9/2024 1:25:41 PM

OK, so honest question. I'm writing a story for EndMaster's contest, where I'm writing a story about some spoiled politician's kid who basically goes off the deep end when his plans to get his own notoriety aren't going the way he wants, so he starts freaking out and lashing out at everything he can get his hands on.

I read EndMaster's (Im)Mature Guide to Story Writing, so I assume my story is within site rules. While there's several times the protagonist does... questionable shit, there's never any detailed description of it, and there is an overarching story of how our protagonist is slowly losing his shit and getting more controlling and aggressive, in order to explain how he ends up being able to carry out the whole 'terrorist attack' he has planned.

I figured "The Head Cheerleader won't go to prom with me and her jock boyfriend beat me up" trope was tired and fucked, and wanted to try something different. But I'm going to post a small portion of my story here, and if there's something wrong with it rules wise, PLEASE let me know before I put months of effort into a story that's gonna get deleted.



Beginning of exercpt:

You scream wordlessly and begin to stomp down on her throat. Fuck this bitch. You keep stomping long after you hear a loud cracking sound, then put your pants back on and storm upstairs to grab a rifle. Fuck that white supremacist group. You want to cause damage NOW. You're gonna kill the neighbors!

You proceed to do just that, firing at them from the safety of your window... with a single round that goes wide, cause you never learned how to use this thing! Why the fuck couldn't you have just been patient, and learned how to fire a fucking gun BEFORE attempting to use it?! Now you have a dislocated shoulder blade, and you're definitely not gonna be able to fire any more guns.

Still shrieking and crying, you run to the kitchen and grab a kitchen knife with your good arm, then run outside to begin your slaughter. Normally, you wouldn't be able to cope with this much pain, but adrenaline is on your side. The neighbors, however, while living far enough down the street to not hear the yelling coming from your house (brick walls are pretty thick) definitely heard the gunshot, and all of them have gone inside!

One of them left their cockapoo chained outside in a rush to get his kids inside the house, however, and you descend upon the poor creature and begin to hack it apart while the family watches you in horror from the window. After a few slashes, however, you begin to get a hard-on remembering how you killed the maid, and you decide it'd be a shame to let these new holes you made go to waste...

Your depraved acts in broad daylight don't last for long, as the police arrive in a couple short minutes (this IS a nice neighborhood after all) and draw on you after taking one quick glance upon seeing what the fuck it is you're doing, yelling "FREEZE!" You have no words for these peons, and brandish your knife while screaming at them to fuck off. You fully expect them not to shoot, and to get back in their cars and leave.

But they don't. They clearly don't know who your Father is (or more likely don't care and rightfully believe you need to be put down like the poor dog laying at your feet) and they each put a round in your chest.

End of exercpt.

End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/6/2024 12:41:00 AM

I literally watch the Columbine basement tapes to soothe myself to sleep. This shouldn't be difficult. I do have a bad habit of writing stories and not finishing them (ADHD) but I've set myself a minimum limit of 300 words a day. That's 2100 a week. I got this. 

End Master’s Prompt Contest 3 on 1/1/2024 6:17:21 PM

Prompt 26, please 

CoG staff pissing off their base AGAIN on 3/24/2023 1:13:28 PM

The last one I have mixed feelings about as a former self harmer, BUT I can understand his reasoning on that. We ARE in control of our own actions, but people who self harm are usually suffering from depression or mania that inhibits their usual judgment.

CoG staff pissing off their base AGAIN on 3/24/2023 1:09:34 PM

You're referring to "Out for Blood" by Jim Datillo. Yeah, the first two were pretty great, the first one on their website was an award-winner, but the last two have really dropped in quality. Personally, I think it's dumb as hell to shit on authors under the HG label. since they're actually giving CoG more money with 75% of the profits.

The Cat Raping Pedant Is a Joke on 9/21/2022 3:41:33 PM

Your response was fine. You were 12. This dude disgusts me.

The Cat Raping Pedant Is a Joke on 9/21/2022 3:37:43 PM

PLEASE tell me this is your attempt at trolling.


If not, you're a sick fuck, and need to be legally required to stay 300 feet away from any school or animal shelter.

Obligatory CoG Rant on 7/8/2021 7:44:58 AM

Because the sex is limited edition?

I’m baccccck! on 5/29/2021 5:57:13 PM

Thank you, everybody!