Gotham City was home to a myriad of vigilantes, and, in your personal opinion, the Huntress was the most interesting of them. So when you hear she's in trouble, of course you decide to give her a helping hand... Things escalate from there. The second entry in the Questionable Tales series and an entry to Endmaster's 2018 Romance Contest.

Just a regular night. In this game, you play as the Question, Hub City's faceless protector. One night, what appears to be a normal drug bust goes south fast, and you find yourself with only two hours to live, an antidote to find, and a gang to topple. First entry in the Questionable Tales series.

A very questionable Christmas special. It's Christmas in Hub City. One might expect that even criminals would take the night off, but you've learned the hard way that crime doesn't sleep. While the rest of the city is tucked into their homes in the company of loved ones, you're on the hunt in a silent city, making sure that things stay that way. The third entry in the Questionable Tales series and an entry to EndMaster's 2018-2019 Fan Fiction Contest.

Noir story in a cyberpunk dystopia. Four types of endings: deaths, bad endings, good endings, and one perfect ending. See if you can find them all, it shouldn't be too hard. Endings are tracked using the score variable: zero means death, one means bad, two means good, three means perfect. Special Thanks: Tim36D - For listening to me ramble on about the idea, making suggestions, and writing a few pages. ISentinelPenguinI - For playtesting.

Will you ever get any water? Time to find out.

You know what, Ace? You're alright, man.

Blue Monday's next on the chopping block after my contest entry, which I'm proud to say is shaping up to be my longest story in years and sitting at ~7,200 words currently with only one complete branch and two endings.

Between this well worded post and the CYSScraper you're definitely my favorite noob and most certainly my favorite trio of mice with access to a computer and internet.

I'd also like to add on proof that the site is more alive than it ever has been. Users who have never seen it before, I present to you: The 2015 Post Apocalyptic Storygame Contest. A whopping thirty users announced their intent to enter the contest. The turnout? Four stories. One of which has since been deleted and the author ousted as a pedophile, another which was written in a single day before the deadline in an attempt to push the contest into legitimacy. So really, it was a 10% completion rate. Compare that to last year's Prompt Contest 4, which saw 50 entries and had a completed 17 (we don't count the Waffle House one). As Ogre broke it down, that's about a 36% completion rate (when accounting for the Waffle House story lol), which was actually on the lower side as the completion rate tended to average at about 48% in the previous contests. To add onto this, the recent Shrimp Jam/24 Hour Contest saw sixteen entries written for it. To say that the site is dying is inherently false.

Genuinely touched that my story connected with you in such a way. I'm glad to see that even all these years later the same things that CYS inspired in me continue to be inspired in the newer generations of users. I know we've like, never interacted at all before, but I wish the best for you as well Lim.

I'm gonna say my piece on what this community means to me, especially in light of Will's blatant disregard for the community's accomplishments over the past quarter century and of course his own achievements in the last twelve years by labelling us a "fanfiction site for children's stories". I've always had a passion for storytelling. When I was really young, I wanted to make movies. At the age of 11, I found a small collection of the original Choose Your Own Adventure books in my elementary school's library and read all of them voraciously, enthralled by the sprawling scope of the adventures you could go on. The first piece of creative writing I ever did outside of Language Arts class was write a small sequel to my favorite CYOA book, The Cave of Time, on two pieces of lined notebook paper. February 1st, 2014. I looked up a place where I could share my writing and found ChooseYourStory. I transcribed the story, published it, then immediately took it down after googling the title expecting to be instantly famous and finding out there was already a Cave of Time sequel with the exact same name. The embarrassment over this mistake that no one ever got to notice because of the lightning speed at which I published and then deleted the story stuck with me and it took me about four months to come back to the site after that. And I couldn't stop coming back after that. Starting from June 25th, 2014, the next eight and a half years I would check CYS daily with the occasional one week to multi-month gap during periods of my life where I didn't have access to internet. At first, being a very sheltered and clueless young boy who hadn't even reached puberty yet, I was often ridiculed or at the very best completely ignored by the older site members whenever I interacted on the forums. My peers in the same age group on the site at this time were the Warrior Cats fans, of which AYT is the only extant member, and let's just say my first instinct when I saw these other kids was to do the exact same thing that was happening to me: bully the everloving shit out of them. My very first forum post was creating a thread in the Lounge (later moved to the Parlor Room) titled "WHY SO MANY CATS". CYS was a very different place at the time, far more concerned with "intellectual debates" where the only humor that was cool was "lol sporks are better than strawberry pudding" and "lmao Aman has a mustache". Honestly most of the "Debate Club Era" of CYS members were stuck up dickheads who sniffed their own farts on the forums too much to actually contribute to the site in any meaningful capacity beyond that. But at the time, they were the coolest dudes ever in my eyes, way smarter than I'd ever be and engaging in interesting discussions I didn't fully understand. Then the incident that I touched on earlier in the thread happened. I was writing a story, and I was so excited for it. It was going to be an EPIC post apocalyptic story about a boy and his dog and I was just 100% ripping off Fallout 3. The aforementioned plagiarism was me taking the intro narration of Fallout 3 and making it my first page. Then I published the first like eight pages as a demo. I was fucking crucified. It's pretty hard for me to read that thread further than the first five posts because it makes my skin crawl to this day. Some foul shit was said. But even while being relentlessly dunked on by these older site members, when even 3J, the head administrator of the site at the time, was taking time out of his day to make fun of my 11 year old self (and then promptly ban me a week later and change my profile description to "I suck :)"), the greatest emotion I felt at the time wasn't anywhere close to depression or feeling suicidal... It was complete and utter spite. I wanted to be better than them. To prove them all wrong. ... And then I promptly fucked around on the site for years after that, doing nothing noteworthy and keeping my reputation as an idiot kid. I stuck around in the (mercifully long dead) forum games, occasionally read stories on the site, but mostly just kept in my clique. Come early 2017 and forum games was wiped out, literally nuked from the site's database with only a few scant internet archive snapshots of threads surviving, and I kinda drifted around aimlessly for the next year. The major turning point in my CYS career came three and a half years later in early 2018. I had hung around the site the entire time, hopping between a few accounts of which the only ones that got banned were my original account and another one I won't name (iykyk). I had grown leaps and bounds as a writer since then, spending most of 2017 without a steady internet connection and writing on my laptop during that time (I actually still have some traditional stories I wrote from around then, and no I will never share them). I posted a few snippets in the creative corner and writing workshop the previous year or two and had gotten some positive feedback from the newly established cool users, the "Villains". In particular, Mizal had reached out to me in 2017 about a story I had posted a snippet of in the writing workshop in late 2016 and even interviewed me for her CYS newspaper she was running at the time. She called me useless and other things I don't remember because I don't have the original PM anymore, but hey, it was the thought that counted. Then the day finally came: February 1st whoops, I meant February 2nd, 2018. Four years and a day since I joined the site, I published my first story since I decided to buckle down and reestablish myself on the site. It wasn't that good. It was pretty barebones, had a lot of broken scripting upon first publishing, and generally received a somewhat positive if lukewarm reception. But holy shit, it was a definite step up from this shit. The feedback I got and the surprise of everyone in the IRC chatroom known as the "Villain Lair" at the time (as relayed to me by my good friend Tim36D) gave me a huge boost, both in happiness and ego. Then I was invited to the Lair. At the time, that felt like the greatest thing that was ever going to happen in my career on the site. I was finally one of the cool people. I've rambled long enough about my early days on the site. You all know me, you know that I went on to get two featured stories, one of which in the highly contested fantasy category that has since reached the top 50 storygames of all time on the site by adjusted ratings. I've been trying my hardest to write more stories since then and somehow, I haven't churned out anything more than 10k words for a single storygame since 2019. I have my own history of mental and emotional problems. It was kept pretty hush hush and contained in the Discord, but I had a pretty bad mental break at the end of 2022 that lasted into March of 2023 and led to me being banned from the site, at least for a time. And those two years I spent without CYS, the only contact with them being Tim who knew not to mention the site and I knew not to ask about the site to, were genuinely the lowest I've ever felt. Being welcomed back with surprisingly open arms after I effectively burned nearly every bridge I had was one of the happiest moments of the past year for me. The internet can be a harmful, terrible place. But it can also be a beautiful place. I've made many friends over the years that I've never met in person who I, to this day, consider some of my best friends. As weird as it might sound to people who didn't grow up in an age where you have access to the internet at any given time of day, I kind of grew up on CYS. The stuff I experienced on here was no different from the kind of stuff I was going through at school, getting bullied and bullying other kids that were lamer than I was and making friends despite everything. There's this kind of melancholy that pervades my entire being when I think back on my formative years on the site. Remembering the users I've known who've come and gone, yet still feeling happy about the one's who've stuck around. Thinking about how different my life was in the real world, when I was a kid who dropped out of high school in freshman year and lived in motel rooms with his schizophrenic dad only to be taken in by family friends who later became people I would also call mom and dad. I'm 23 years old now. Turning 24 in November. I've seen and done quite a lot since my first discovery of CYS all those years ago, both in my real life and on this website. CYS sparked something in me, this fire, an unquenchable urge to do better and write better and just be better. If it weren't for that brutal hazing when I was 11, or meeting my best friend Tim, or those late nights in the IRC with just me and Mizal where I'd fill her in on my personal life, or any of the countless memories I've made on this site over the years, I genuinely think I would be a worse person than I am today. To sum it up as succinctly as possible: I would not be the person I am today without this website. Thanks for coming to be my TED Talk.

Based Enter

Not to name anyone, but there have been instances where the infuriating noob deemed irredeemable has gone on to be featured as one of the site’s greats.

Jokes aside I'm sure something like that could happen again, all it took for me and Malk to make the turnaround was maturing both as people and writers. I mean, when I first found the site I was 11 years old and frequently viewed as an annoying little shit. There's a whole thread in the Parlor Room I occasionally necro that documents the time I decided to do a little thing called plagiarism, which is only now beaten by using an AI to generate writing for you in terms of the Cardinal Sins of Writing. Got bullied to shit but in that case it was well deserved. I think without that trial by fire and general contempt I experienced I wouldn't have been anywhere near as motivated to become a better writer. That and making some good friends on the site at the time helped me stick around, and I'm still here all these years later barring the two years I was exiled. This is one of the small handful of sites I actually use regularly beyond the typical social media. Of all the "bullying" I've seen on the site, very rarely is it undeserved. Often noobs will just throw themselves headlong into flame wars or do some stupid shit (see: the aforementioned plagiarizing or AI generated writing) and get justifiably shat on and/or banned. There are far worse places on the internet that do and say far worse things to kids though. If I were to begin a new life and have to choose between CYS, Twitter, or God forbid 4Chan as my primary internet stomping grounds as a preteen/teenager, I'll choose CYS everytime and I'm glad I did the same in this life too.

Synchronicity.