Entry into EndMaster's 2024 Prompt Contest! 

The Faceless Knights uphold divine law, crushing mutation and degeneracy whenever they encounter it. When the young lord of a recently-conquered territory calls for a true servant of God, you must answer. 

This game has a sequel.

A short, silly, high-octane ride through a cyberpunk future where your bullets are few, your friends are fewer, and the long tentacles of the law are slithering up your pant legs. 

I am aware that technically, writing a sentence in all capital letters is gramatically incorrect. I did this on purpose, several times, for stylistic effect. If you point this out in the reviews, a team of hit-apes will kick in your door. 

Winner of EndMaster's 2024 Crisis Contest! 

This is a sequel to A Prayer for Destruction. It is highly recommended that you read that work before beginning this one.

The North, that frozen-over land of fanatics and heathens, has suffered a great and mysterious calamity. The Sultan bids you raise your banners and ride in his name to investigate.

Winner of EndMaster's 2020-2021 Grimdark Contest!

Take the role of Lord Winter, an aspiring sorcerer and the scion of a noble line that has fallen into obscurity. 

Contains scenes of intense gore, brutality, and sexual violence. 

Cover art by the talented MadHattersDaughter.

"Death is struck and nature quaking;
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
Lo, the book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded;
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth."

-- Dies Irae

Ultimately, the fate of life is to destroy itself.

Note: This was adapted with express permission from a friend's "Creative Nonfiction" project for ENG223: Journalism in the 21st Century at Toronto Metropolitan University. Footnotes added by me to add clarity when needed. 

this is so fucking stupid

Before leading the way, the Butcher finds the healthiest looking of the dead villagers and confiscates his dick and teeth. A good alchemist can graft those babies on later. You can guess where he's storing the body parts in the meantime. 

"Mrmrmrm.... mrmrmrmrmr.... rah!" says the Butcher. You understand this to mean "I'll lead the way -- forward, my stalwart companions!" 

Butcher gives the man a congenial thumbs up and an exaggerated shushing gesture. 

"R'ward!" he sputters. 

"MMmrm.... mramrrmrm...., mrmrmra... ho ho ho," Butcher says. He's doing the finger-in-the-hole gesture with a meaningful expression on his face at the other two. 

He leads the way into the next room. 

Butcher spits out the last of his teeth and wobbles unsteadily. He tries to tell a tall tale, but it comes out as: "Mrhrhrrnr....." 

He leads the way into the next room. Also his dick falls off. Maybe it's just a chunk of rotted flesh, who knows. Probably not though. 

Despite the fact that it's a spear, Butcher is going to make the decision to bash the first guard over the skull with it. 

That's fine, I'll give one to each of them then. 

I was fourteen or fifteen at the time, so I imagine it had something to do with my very infantile trolling. 

Butcher, smiling the smile of head trauma, takes the spear and nudges Abbott forward with it.  

I think I'm only carrying one thing? If not I'll drop the stones. 

He can take the potion and I'll eat the apple.