enterpride, The Wordsmith

Member Since

1/13/2018

Last Activity

4/8/2020 10:36 PM

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371

Post Count

73

Storygame Count

1

Duel Stats

2 wins / 0 losses

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Warden

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75

A jolly old Dutchman who is on an important mission to write his second story.

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Earning 100 Points Having 1 Storygame(s) Featured

Storygames

Featured Story A Treatise on Heartly Manners

A contest entry for Bucky's year's end contest: choose your own prompt II.
Play as Lord Robert, the baron of Rivellon, at the lowest point of his life. He's cheated on by his wife, betrayed by his liege and filled to the brim with a turmoil of conflicting emotions.
How does his life end? 


Just a random idea
unpublished

Metallic Flesh
unpublished

An up and coming epic tale told about the incarnation of the first sentient artificial intelligence


Recent Posts

Ain't No Sunshine on 4/3/2020 6:27:45 PM
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Sad to see another legend pass away. F

Poetry prompt: Narrative poetry on 4/3/2020 12:06:32 PM
There was a man once, happy and young The universe envied his will for a happy life People talked about him yet his harships remained unsung For to rise to heaven almighty, to hell he must dive Only to rise through strife using his lessons to thrive A man was in constant battle with his own self Believing his own shadow to be his worst enemy In embrace of a smart man in his mind he had to delve Dig through the truth and find his own identity For to his tension ease he had to seek serenity Eventually the man was forced to come to terms With the fact he had arrived to combat his fears He felt all over his skin crawling the worms Maggots squirmed over his eyes, entered through his ears Each one one of his peers come to deliver their sneers Jealousy was rampant throughout his universe People were toiling everyday denying all others For in their inadequacy they were too nervous For others to succeed where they remained the suckers Their compassion became smothered, where once they were brothers This realization made the man spread his wings The nefarious gloom left several miles behind For years he wandered, following other kings Yet never he found himself or one of his kind Eventually he resigned to the confines of his mind The man became a man bitter and shunned The lust for life sucked out of his eyes He declared to spend his life alone and Focus just on himself, contemplate all the lies To his surprise he earned a reputation of being wise On a particular day he met the one he sought There was a man once, happy and young The man absorbed every lesson he taught The pointed questions he asked made his joy unstrung For he clung to the shape of truth he had learned wrung

Online Kidnappers on 3/27/2020 7:33:37 PM
lol

Collapse - Continuing Story on 3/25/2020 9:53:31 PM
Seconded, but try to do it cautiously.

Collapse - Continuing Story on 3/24/2020 5:01:53 PM
Option 1 all the way, we need to get as much as soon as we can. By the way, how many men strong is our squad?

Corona Tag! on 3/16/2020 9:00:48 PM
It’s been a long day and the virus has put a damper on my plans. It’s of course that corona thing. No, not the beer. Although I could use a beer right now. I really could use a beer. What a fucking day it has been. I was a happy warden, vetting the grounds of CYS against the usual faggotry. It’s a thankless job, keeping the lowest of the low out and the actual productive members in. It’s a job that has to be done. Someone has to do it, but it was a job I happily did. Someone always has to be at the bottom, right? It only gives you all the more possibilities to pull yourself up by the bootstraps. But now I’m here. Now I’m stuck here with you. Please, don’t be like that. Put away your sneezes and your rocks. I heard being stoned doesn’t bode well for your survival chances considering, well, that damn virus. And those farts are just rude, Ogre! Does a fart even transmit corona? Never mind, I did what I had to do. You would’ve done the same. It was Mizal that ordered it. You can’t say no against those orders. We were in disarray for quite some time. Most of our officers were M.I.A. So we had to improvise. It took quite some time to organize this darkness into something presentable. At least our token Asians were recognizable. That made our job a hell of a lot easier. So, yes. I did round you all up. I did lock you up in this moist darkness. I did occasionally sleep in and forget to feed all of you. I did some… ahem… verbal abusing, but that’s just our culture, right? It’s the tough love that breeds greatness in all of us? Even Coins rose above himself. I saw him leave, reborn anew, right as I was dragged in by my fellow Wardens. No not you, Chris, you were here even before me. We needed you, man. We really needed you in these hard times. Our positions were overrun several times and precious inmates got away in the chaos. Some witnesses reported ‘words’ as their secret weapon. Amassed they proved too great for our defenses. Where was I? Oh yes— What are those noises! Stop whatever you’re doing there, Malk. I don’t even want to see whatever that is. Ah yes, I was sleeping in. The morning proved to be too morningly and I couldn’t be bothered to get the feed. Nasty stuff, isn’t it? Anyways, it was quite cold in that room. I could practically see my breath crystallize into solid ice before my eyes. It was almost as bad as Canada. Naturally I started to cover myself into several blankets and form a thermoregulative layer of water around my skin. Also it was a dusty room. The sneezes and the cough were from dust. IT. WAS. NO. FEVER. Trust me. I am practically a doctor. These fucking Wardens didn’t even measure my temperature. I closed my eyes for a mere second and there they were. They even brought special suits for the occasion, enclosed from all sides but the top. It’s to let the bad air out, they said. See, corona thrives on bad air. So some suits, I couldn’t even get a good look at who were inside, pulled some duct tape over my blankets and rolled me to the checkpoint. Fuck that made me nauseous. I think I’ll blame that new guy, Jster. The new guys are never as good as the old ones. Jayster is in here too? What the fuck dude! I’ll kill you whenever I get out of these blankets! Stay where you are right now! So back to the checkpoint. In all the dozens of years we apparently never moved passed the pointing of fingers to determine whether one is infected. So imagine me rolling over to the circle in the middle, the finger was calibrated for only that one spot, and me actually expecting some test. Yeah, what a joke, right? Worst of all was that smug face. Coins was there, snickering at the idea of ratting out a fellow Warden. We were supposed to close ranks in these trying times, instead I literally got the finger. Back to rolling it was. By now I grew accustomed to the spinning world. Bitter hate kept me centered. The blindfold helped too. I was to be brought to a top secret dungeon. It was to keep characters, like Mara, from seeking out their fantasies. Bet they forgot I was the one that ordered it prepared. And guess what, Mara is here too now. So much for their little plan. Not that there are many guards left. Most of the Wardens have got the symptoms too now. I think we were too late with our suits. Even Reader has to write and she’s not even here yet. Eventually I arrived at the facility. I counted 19204 spins and at least five stairs. So Ford, is he even here yet, I bet that’s enough to triangulate our position. At spin 19205 my blindfold was removed. Stop secret, they said, from now on they muffled my hearing. It was to stop me from hearing the waterfall, they said. And damn that was a big one. I couldn’t hear it, but I definitely felt it. Suddenly I was turned into spinning driftwood, engulfed in wet water. From spin 19350 I lost count, the currents were simply too much. I even forgot I picked the place. Panic began to set in. Then I remembered to simply start counting again. It was the one thing I still had left. That, and the dream of having a billionaire house with a midget fighting arena. I spinned my way into dry land. Bet they didn’t expect that. I couldn’t let those dreams drown. I guess they indeed did not like that. I was promptly dropped into some dark pit. Bumped my head at least three times on the way down, as well. And now I’m here. Wait, who’s responsible for the food now? Fuck. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Chanbot @ninjapitka Can't sneak your way out of this!

Coronavirus Conspiracy on 3/13/2020 9:44:48 AM
Are you sure?

Covid20 - continuing thingy on 3/11/2020 5:04:54 AM
Go to work without wasting any medicinal supplies. In fact, now that we are fully accepting the end of society, take a risk on top of that. Use your job as an repairman to snatch some good tools and nails. Pretend you care about not infecting the others and want to prepare your work alone if you are caught.

Covid20 - continuing thingy on 3/9/2020 4:50:16 PM
I second this smart shoplifting. Free stuff is the best stuff. Also, there's our first diabetic, let's take her insulin too for good measure.

Duels ;p on 3/9/2020 12:49:14 PM
Assuming you're an American, you get your gun, point it at his name, be sure to really get your aim right, and shoot.