ninjapitka, The Journeyman Scrivener

Member Since

6/11/2018

Last Activity

6/3/2020 12:22 AM

EXP Points

2,071

Post Count

477

Storygame Count

6

Duel Stats

10 wins / 11 losses

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Notorious Marauder Exemplar

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359
"Solitude had soon become unendurable to him; a new, violent impulse enveloped his heart, and for a moment the gloom in which his soul languished was illumined by bright light." I found myself lost in the CYS epics, and even though I'm more of a reader than a writer, I wanted to create my own. If you get the sudden urge to write without wanting the burden of completing an entire game, I suggest you check out Rift Station: Open Worlds. "Lay beside me, under wicked sky. Through black of day, dark of night, we share this, paralyzed."

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Earning 100 Points Earning 500 Points Earning 1,000 Points Earning 2,000 Points Having 3 Storygame(s) Featured Rated 57.0% of all Stories Given by mizal on 03/29/2020 - For silently and sneakily becoming one of the most valuable authors on the site, and being a great reviewer. Given by Will11 on 03/25/2020 - For your excellent stories, positive attitude and dedication to writing :)

Storygames

Pitka's Fables

Hello. It's me, Pitka ("Ninja" to my friends), your morality guide. Together, we will embark on a journey filled with lessons on life and ethical behavior, while having fun along the way, of course!

I've written a series of short fables for your benefit. Come, take my hand as we navigate through life's innermost difficulties.

Author's note:

Entry for Bucky's Year's End Contest.

Sterling City
She offers everything a man could want. Sterling City, an unsteady lover, but a lover nonetheless, filled with gunfire, liberal women, and elevator dings! One day her embrace is warm, and the next, it's the cold shoulder and couch for you, baby. Best to get out while the going's good. Author's Note: Contest entry for IWT 13: The Resurrection.

The King's Command

The Providence of Kria consists of two major nations: The Kingdom of Brelia and the tribal territory of Rath. The ten-year peace between Brelia and Rath is quickly unraveling. In attempt to prevent another war, heir to the throne of Brelia, Prince Urijah, is sent on a diplomatic mission to appeal to the Rathans. In your older brother's absence, the burden of defending the kingdom falls to you. Your choices will determine the fate of the kingdom.

Runner-up for Corgi's Unofficial Contest: The Lords of the Land.



9/1/19 Update: Corrected a few punctuation errors

Featured Story The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
Taking place during the Golden Age of Piracy, assume command of The Sanguine as you plunder and search for treasure in the profitable Caribbean. In this swashbuckling fantasy, you embark on a dangerous quest to an ancient Aztec civilization. Peril lies behind every tree, stone, and indigenous spear.

Author's note:

The story adds fantasy elements to events occurring in the 1700s. There are many real life characters and places in the story. Many are factually accurate, and many are not. I highly encourage you to research the people, places, and deities after reading.

Entry for Gower's Battle in the Ruins of a Dead Civilization contest.

Featured Story Twin Arrows

1852 - The Territory of New Mexico

The hunt has taken me to to the outer edges of civilization. Out here, lawlessness abides. There are no godly folk. Only heathen. The inner demon in me can relate to the call of anarchy. No rules, being bound by nothing; it sounds like freedom. In the end, that "freedom" is simply the self-indulgent, care-free living that is a poison upon humanity. If killing a man will save society from the infection of lawlessness, then I will gladly do what is necessary.

You eye the journal at your lap. The freshly written ink expands and bleeds to the perfect width of the quill. Satisfied that it won't smear, you shut the book and toss it aside. The meager fire at your feet does little to warm your body, but its original use was already completed. The frail, thin-boned squirrel did little to satisfy your hunger. Still, it would keep you alive until the next meal. You pull the leather waterskin from your pack to gauge how much longer it would last. With a gentle shake, you estimate it'll last a couple more days with strict rationing.

The road is lonely. In a former life, you dreamed about wandering the world without any responsibility or burdens. The reality of the road's harsh living conditions were nothing like the trigger-happy romanticized versions of the lawless west. Here there are no home-cooked meals, no warm body to lie next to yours. It's only you and the necessary task. Someone had to die.

You gaze up at the night sky. It seemed foreign at first. Without city lights to disorient the constellations, it looked like an entirely new sky. If you traveled at a good pace, you'd reach Canyon Diablo by midday. You pull the bone-carved pipe from your pack and light a match against the sole of your foot. You lie down on your bedroll, breathe in the relaxing tobacco, and drift off to sleep...

Author's Note:

The Wild West is a dangerous place. Be sure to make good use of that "back" button. I've hidden three achievements throughout the story. Yes, your total score will show if you've discovered them or not. The highest score possible is an 8/8.


Point Breakdown:
Achievements: 1 point each
Epilogue: 5 points

Entry for mizal's Lone Hero contest.

8/28/19 Update: Fixed the symbols appearing in the description

Featured Story Unbroken
There is no escaping our nature. It simply exists. The voice within me, the one that causes me to commit terrible deeds, burns a low ember. Still, it remains, always present, always looking for fuel to burn. It wants to escape. I feel its lust. It wants to devour. This day is no different. I must battle the darkness within. Author's note: In various sections, you will be given the option to view a simultaneous event happening in the story. While not directly affecting you, the reader's path, they may create a more cinematic feel to the story. Originally written as the last page for Sixteen Words, I hope you enjoy my full adaptation of Contemplation.

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unpublished
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Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 6/3/2020 12:22:10 AM
Satisfied with his fisting, and feeling the Miller's proud spirit at the act, Bishop Bacco searches the room uttering a few prayers to protect him against further misfortune. Wamen is still alive, so on the plus side, it can't get much worse. He munches on a rotten apple, remembering it was Eve who first sinned. The thought brings clarity to BB's mind. After all, he can't expect much from a woman. They aren't really known for making wise choices. A moldy bite tells him what he already knows: if he's going to escape, he's gotta ditch the bitch and rely on his bearded battle buddy. Fury dispelled and wisdom taking the rein, BB decides to take the lead again. The fury, the vision transitioning to red, it's something he knows he can't control. Might as well take the front and leave the back for the Abbot (something the Miller taught them one cold night in the castle). With the Miller's tanned skin saddle no longer making an appearance, BB is no longer nervous to turn his back on the group. By the ease in which the Tailor turns her back on the party, it's safe to say she's ridden her fair share of black stallions.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 6/1/2020 11:37:24 PM
"You do look hungry! How about I fill you up with a fist or two? Bishop Bacco shouts, overtaken by sudden violence, brandishing his meaty fingers together into meaty balls of fisted destruction. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be bed-ridden for days!" Through pure rage, BB notices the look the Abbot and Tailor give him. Damn. Never one to talk shit, he's a man of faith after all, BB made the cardinal sin when it comes to trash talking: sounding more gay than fierce. Damn, the gay's spreading. No one says fierce unless they're fiercing shoving Brother Lance's homemade sausages in their mouth during the mid-summer festival, while flying a bright kite and softly giggling at a fat lady's choice of attire, keeping a safe distance away from single nobility girls in order to prevent further confusion, eyes turned skyward in gleeful hopes to view a blue jay, masterfully hiding their true feelings towards Lance's spicy meat and replacing images of Uncle Vikter standing cribside holding a wooden spoon and a jar of honey with flower fields and wrestling gladiators. Where was the Bishop? Oh yeah, he's ready to smash some cannibal ass.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 6/1/2020 9:42:35 AM
Bishop Bacco solemnly watches the Abbot take the dead Miller's weapon into both hands, admiring the fine craftsmanship and deadly potential of the tool. It served its purpose as did the Miller. Then, the Abbot tucks it back into the Miller's pants and takes the fallen man's dagger. After witnessing such a bond between the two, BB wonders if Sodom and Gamorrah were rightly smote. BB shakes the thought from his mind as he EATS HIS BREAD and SEARCHES THE ROOM. Knowing the Abbot is likely stricken with grief and the Tailor is useless (also known as being a woman), Bishop Bacco takes lead for the next encounter.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/31/2020 8:59:11 PM
Watching the Miller firmly grasp his weapon with both hands, something he couldn't do before, the Bishop is inspired. Despite the glaring look from the Abbot and noticing how different it is from the look the Miller receives (it reminds BB of the way passing soldiers eye the nunnery), he readies himself for battle, still unarmed, save for an unparelled amount of wisdom. BB suddenly realizes why the Lord placed him with such party members. It's his role to guide them in wisdom. By all tallies, BB assumes he's two notches wiser than the Abbot and at least six times as wise as the Miller. Bacco adjusts his codpiece in preparation, remembers he's not wearing a codpiece, and silently says a prayer against further subconscious habits picked up from the others.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/31/2020 11:29:00 AM
Bishop Bacco watches with interest as both the Miller and Abbot cautiously approach the body, the Abbot taking care to rub his naughty Abbot bits on the ground and walls. The motion of the ocean, the sway of the filet, the gentle touch coming in clutch. Yes, BB watches with great interest. Those type of movements are strictly forbidden. BB's reminded of being a young lad and first discovering warm pies left out on the kitchen counters. His stint on kitchen duty only lasted a week. Hey you wanted cream pie! He was put on stable duty after that. Poor animals. They weren't treated well until BB showed up. He made sure they were no longer thirsty and kept adequately fed. The flowerbed of a man sprouting little arrow plants isn't a place the Bishop wants to water. He'll let the other dig through the dirt. This Bishop is above such things.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/30/2020 1:06:01 AM
While the Abbot bonds with the dick slinging Miller, no doubt bringing some questions in the Bishop's mind on age of consent and young male postulants, he searches the room for useful items and artifacts that will increase their chances -- yes, "their" as in all of their chances-- of escaping the dark castle. Bishop Bacco sees the Miller's desire to lead and has no intention of letting one so free with their garden snake stand to behind him. Some snakes, while not lethal, have a way of slithering into the sacred dirt tunnel of a man.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/28/2020 11:59:13 PM
The Bishop rolls up his sleeves and curls his righteous fingers into righteous fists. After the previous encounter, BB is no longer in study mode. Smite mode activated. His friends be damned if they don't stand beside him. "Alpha," he speaks to his left hand, his lead jab. "Omega," he whispers to the right, the power hand, the ending blow, the motherfucking cross.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/28/2020 11:30:53 PM
Bishop Bacco appears from behind a few barrels pushed into the corner of the room and surveys the scene before him. He sees the corpse of the beast-man and his allies standing over it, victoriously. "Hmm. Seems the beast was not as strong as I initially thought. That, or my friends are stronger than they seem." BB scans his allies, discerning their inner strength which brought them victory. He sees a neck-bearded virgin, crack-whore, and whore-whore. "Hmm," BB ponders, scratching again at the non-existant chin hairs. "Perhaps our strength is greater than what displays on the outside." His eyes glance down to his belly, a belly which makes pissing appear from an unseen appendage. "If they can fell a beast-man, surely me, a man of God, can do greater. I will gladly take the lead."

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/28/2020 9:13:34 AM
Bishop Bacco sees the ensueing chaos. He eyes the beast-mean's muscles and then looks down at his own meager arms and portly belly. Seriously, how did the prisoner's diet not handle the belly? Such is the tragedy of being "big boned," a term that he's sure Wamen is well acquainted with. As with the boatman, the Bishop does not do the Lord's work by rolling up his sleeves and plowing the fields. Plowing, another Wamen term. The Bishop is at his best studying and discerning. He hides in order to learn more about the beast-man before confrontation.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 3 on 5/26/2020 11:51:00 PM
"THE LORD IS TESTING OUR FAITH!" Bishop Bacco shouts as he falls to his knees, lifting his arms heavenward. Rising, the outburst of religous emotion abandoned, the bishop addresses the others. "We may be plagued with...plague, but I still believe we have not strayed from the divine path. If given the choice, I'd gladly take the boat again! We know not what swims in these waters." Watching Wamen studiously pop an abscess just below her belly button, the bishop says, "I think we know who ought to 'test for traps.'" Bishop Bacco takes his half rotten apple and gently removes the spoiled section. He hands it to Wamen. "Walk in faith, child...a few steps ahead of us."