Citizens! The High King requires the patriotic swing of your sword! Enlist today! Benefits include free passage to the New World, unparalleled brotherhood, and a sense of purpose! Talk to a recruiter today!
Alteran, a superpower nation unlike the world has ever witnessed. Proper, rule-following, like a civilized nation should be.
Magda, a territory threatening to rival Alteran in both might and colonization of the New World. Supreme Leader Fargrave (spit), ever a constant presence at the High King's heel.
Harri'ar, natives of the New World, standing a full head taller than the average civilized man. Mere beasts in a human-shaped body.
The old ways are dying; the new are upon us.
Official endings will be labeled as such. Be sure to hit the "Go Back" button should you come across a premature death.
Submission for the War on Intfiction
An alcoholic writer. His career going nowhere. The daughter of a business tycoon.
This story is dedicated to Jay in response to their constructive feedback left on Unbroken
. Thank you, truly, for being the inspiration behind the title. Enjoy.
Solitary is the life of those who carry iron and deal in lead. Their trail is littered with the fallen, both friend and foe alike. A man seeks rest, his body exhausted from the journey, his mind never finding stillness.
Evil grows in the western frontier, a place of adventure and danger. And where those things exist, so too does the gunslinger.
All endings are titled. Your score will be tied to one of 7. They are:
1: Tethered to Darkness
2: For Whom the Bell Tolls
3: Death at Midnight
4: A Death Preceding Your Own
5: Blaze of Glory
6: Final Smoke
7: A Soul in Trade of Another
Entry for End Master's Manifest Destiny Contest
Strength of body, strength of will. Both are required. A man's freedom depends on his willingness to act, to rise against those who would place him in chains. Small choices add up, building towards differing outcomes. In the moment, one does not often know the implications of his actions. Inevitably, all is revealed.
There are several "cinematic" links in the story. You will have the option to view multiple events happening simultaneously. While not adding to the branching, they do offer deeper insight into the story.
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.
Entry for Bucky's Year's End Contest
Thoughts appearing as fragments. A mind shattered. Broken. Weak. One of us.
Official endings will be titled "Epilogue." There are seven total to discover.
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.
Contest entry for IWT 13: The Resurrection
It's the 'burbs, baby. Wipe that city grime off on the door mat. You know what, why don't you just remove those filthy shoes entirely.
She's calm, collected, and safe. Sterling Suburbs, nothing like her erratic sister, filled with carpool lines, trick or treaters, and a steady supply of Budweiser.
Written for Mara's Halloween Writing Jam
A small-sized, suburb-dwelling Sterling City
A new day. The chance to move on. Weigh the options, then commit. Whether you choose right or wrong, the journey begins by taking a step forward.
The Hunter, a man marked by tragedy, plagued by the internal voice. His past appears as phantoms, seeking to claim his soul.
The Sorceress, places little value on the lives of men. Humanity is but an obstacle on her rise to power.
The Warrior, built by honor. Straightforward in battle, straightforward in thought.
The Rogue, unable to leave behind what isn't his. Some artifacts are best left as they are.
The Book, a tome of black magic. Ancient curses rest in its pages, longing to be read.
There are six official endings to discover, two of which have characters crossing over from Sheol's Passage and the Fallen
Entry for EndMaster's Edgelord Contest 2
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
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.
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.
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...
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.
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
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.
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.
Embracing the Writing Process
So you want to be a writer, huh? It ain't easy, kid.
The Late Nite Show With Guest, ninjapitka!
on 10/19/2021 9:47:33 AM
Depends on the result of the product.
Nothing major, just the shattered dreams of an aspiring storygame writer.
The Late Nite Show With Guest, ninjapitka!
on 10/18/2021 11:49:45 PM
This one's free. The next will cost ya.
The Late Nite Show With Guest, ninjapitka!
on 10/18/2021 8:30:15 PM
I do believe the guest has locked himself in a dressing room and is refusing to answer questions at this time. You know how it is with diva types.
The Late Nite Show With Guest, ninjapitka!
on 10/17/2021 8:40:53 PM
Hello. Pitka here ("Ninja" to my friends). I'd like to thank you all for inviting me today. You really got a tip-top ship you're running here. Not so much as a crack in the sum o' bitch. Little dead though. Who fucking fired the guy who holds audience cue cards?
Thanks, Frank. Now grab a bagel and mind your own business until Mr. Pitka makes another funny. Shouldn't be long, I've had the pleasure of reading that guy's stories and they're really fucking funny despite the mis-use of commas. Half the time he can't tell a joke from run-on sentence and just keeps on typing words without any cause for stopping or actually listening to the metaphorical or figurative or some other literary device name that's a damn crosswalk light clearing stating STOP along with a giant red hand that puts a kid caught with--you know what-- in the cookie jar to shame but the words just keep appearing and appearing and...
God damn it, Frank. That wasn't a joke.
It's ok. Grab another bagel, will ya?
Sure thing, boss.
[The camera man points.] And we're live!
Please, please. Take a seat. Today we've got something special for you, folks. A one-on-one interview with Mr. Pitka (Please call me Ninja. We're friends, aren't we?). You may know him from one of his storygames. I myself enjoyed reading oh--what's the name--the one with the guy, and the other guy, who rescue the thing...and there's a book I think, romance, intrigue. It's got it all. The whole ten yards, and no need to bring out the chains.
Umm...yes! Blackbirds, such a nice little game.
Little is putting it softly. Don't piss in a bottle and call it Gatorade. And I think you're thinking of Devil's Altar.
Old news, old news Mr. ninjapitka. Tell me, where does the inspiration come from? Clearly from the amount of storygames you publish something is wrong with you. Quiet down in the back. Tell me, Dr. Pitka, PhD of Lovemaking, where does the inspiration come from.
IT IS AT THIS MOMENT THAT MR. nINJAPITKA, WHO IS IN FACT NOT A DOCTOR, LIGHTS A CIGARETTE. LET THE RECORD SHOW THAT IT IS A MARLBORO, RED.
You know, I take inspiration from your show.
The stories start out like small seeds, the potential of tremendous growth with enough water and sunlight and healthy dose of shit fertilizer thrown on top. As they grow, the image of the entire bloom takes shape, yet it remains undiscovered without enough nurturing to actually arrive there. Without constant attention, it'll wither and die a title-less attempt at life, just another story thrown in the wastebasket overflowing with unfinished ideas, drafts, and neglected outlines.
So, real talk Mr. Ninja.
Please. Call me Pitka.
Ok. Mr. Pitka. Why you.
Why me what?
Why are you the one publishing so many stories?
IT IS AT THIS MOMENT MR. nINJAPITKA LIGHTS UP A SECOND MARLBORO.
...because publishing is free and I'm personally a fan of self-abuse. Cutting's for losers, goth-wannabes who listen to MCR and think they're edgy. There's no abuse quite like the blank white screen, a constant blinking of the cursor to rape your mind into inaction, a fight, flight, or flee experience where FREEZE takes over rather than fucking type.
That's a little dark, don't you think?
(Puff.) The world's dark, and we all live in it.
Somewhere in the audience, a teenager girl with heavy black eyeliner and a BLACK VEIL BRIDES t-shirt nods her approval, all memory of the previous dig absent from her adolescent mind.
There you have it, folks! It's been a real pleasure having you on the show Mr. Pitka. By the way, I hope you know you can't use language like that on national television. You'll see our fine in the mail.
Lick my balls.
There you have it, folks!
Malk is Dead
on 10/10/2021 3:05:17 PM
Pouring one out for my homie. CYS contests just became much easier to win.
CYS Coat of Arms
on 10/9/2021 2:28:51 PM
Excellent. I could use another t-shirt.
on 10/5/2021 10:09:54 AM
My trick for this is to imagine people as drivers. Experience has told me that 99.9% of people on the road are either fast idiots or slow idiots. And without a couple thousand pounds of steel around them, they're simply slower idiots. Who cares what they think.
XYZZY Awards, final voting round
on 10/2/2021 12:41:17 PM
Terminal 404: Demo Version
on 9/25/2021 10:17:13 PM
If it haunted you that much, then you should just finish the entire thing.
Happy Birthday, Mizal!
on 9/25/2021 2:45:34 PM
How selfless of her to bring cake on her own birthday.