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the lord of the labyrinth

This is my first story/game I ever made. Criticizing is encouraged.

About the story-
Live in a mind of a wizard in his forties, which somehow got stuck in a dimension worst than hell, though filled with mushrooms. Its also a metaphor for the Labyrinths of choices which are our live, or whatever.

Vaults and Vipers

Oh No! The Fat Monarch threw you to the vaults! Try to survive and thrive by eating blue moss off the walls, looting bad guys and bonding with companions you might find even in the darkest of places. If you let yourself, you might find the unfathomable truths of The Vaults.

Disclaimer! This is more of an RPG than a story, don't expect anything different.

Recent Posts

Ebon’s duels (welcome to the Agreena): on 1/16/2022 11:21:46 AM

Thank you! Then let's put Green's love of reading to the ultimate test.

Ebon’s duels (welcome to the Agreena): on 1/15/2022 2:52:17 PM

Hi, would like to enter as well if you still have room for one more.

I'm bored on 11/25/2021 12:52:57 PM

I'm interested

A poem for nostalgia on 6/5/2021 4:23:43 PM

Thanks! I tried to point out missing the memories is like missing water, soil and leaves for a tree in the first section. Things that are basic and necessary for its growth throughout the seasons. Its true, it doesn't flow at all though. Perhaps I'll try to rephrase it while still trying to keep the original meaning intact.

A poem for nostalgia on 6/5/2021 2:01:21 PM

Also, maybe I should have mentioned it in the poem, but its about a tree (hence the talk about roots, soil, leaves, rings, etc...) kept from growing because of his past. Probably too vague now that I view it again.

A poem for nostalgia on 6/5/2021 1:37:34 PM

Where have the good days gone by?

Evergreen leaves flying in the fall

Good soil rotating with the Earth, leaving snow to cover nothing

Water leaking stray, from thin roots to summer's bay


And I, intoxicated by simple feelings, maddening contrasts, and their inevitable return-

Every season pass, my rings stopped forming. Just dreams past, and nothing more.




Hi! I don't post here a lot, but today I felt nostalgic and written a poem about it. English is not my my first language so a help with grammar subtleties will be appreciated. Ideas and criticisms are also welcome (aside from it doesn't rhythm lol).

Break! (The Contest) on 7/28/2020 9:37:03 AM

number 16 looks epic, I'm going to give this a try.

Yoink: Baiting and Hooking Thread 4 on 7/25/2020 4:05:23 AM

I certainly would If I knew what I meant by writing that lol

Just started writing a new story/game instead of writing about labyrinths, it's about time travel and tea and totalitarian AI, and more random stuff. Not sure how to continue it though...