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Lauded Sage Exemplar

Behold my profile.
There's, uh, nothing here right now. Someday I should probably find a balance between the old text wall, and...this. (she drew my avatar you know!)

>DEVOTION

A Stack of Cats

You are a man on a mission. The cats, they must be stacked.

A puzzling math and logic game I made just to put some of the scripting practice I've been doing to use. Have fun and please let me know if you encounter any bugs.

Should be solvable by middle schoolers, or those with same basic level of intelligence as a middle schooler.

Agent of Order

Orbiting a barren planetoid in a system full of nothing just past the edge of the frontier, The Last Outpost is just another refueling station. Strategically important, true, but on a routine stop you never expected to spend longer than a couple hours there, let alone a couple of days fighting for your life...

There are five epilogues, but some may be difficult to discover. Note that actions have consequences, but not always immediate ones. (And if you just need an End Game link, go play around with the probe.)

Facts About the Planet and the Solar System

A compilation of some little known facts about the solar system, as well as the debunking of a few myths.

In addition to the scientific explanations, there's a small story dramatizing it all.

Hopefully young readers will find this fun as well as educational. :)

(Might not be the greatest story ever written, but consider this: it got me 200 points.)

Inseparable

It doesn't matter what they say...

Jack the Bean Counter

Love is for the Birds

...and the squirrels. Sort of.



Written in six hours, for no other reason than to avoid consignment to the SHAME pit after my other Romance contest entry didn't want to cooperate.

Now You Gotta Deal With This S***

A tale told in verse. A text from your sister requesting a pick up from a party leads to a night of strangeness.

Inspired by Bucky's ballad contest. Though...I wouldn't call this a ballad. I'm not sure what I'd call it, actually, other than exceedingly stupid, and fun to write.

(Don't pay any attention to the scores, they're just for me to track which endings reviewers get.)

Read My Stories or Die!

HATE.

THE PURITY AND INTENSITY OF MY HATE IS LIKE A THOUSAND MERCILESS, UNQUENCHABLE SUNS.

AND YET, I ONLY NEED ONE...


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silver Horn, Silver Hooves

When the weather is fine, you've been coming to this grove to drink from the pool for centuries now. Today, you meet a stranger and hear a story that changes all that...



A fairy tale adventure.

Another Damn Wolf Story

unpublished

Character Creator

unpublished

Don't Get Date Raped!

unpublished

A list of storygames with substantial effort put in, all written in the last couple of years and sorely in need of ratings and reviews.

A modernized guide to the forums. The path to internet popularity and happiness, and a few CYS specific do's and don'ts.

To slow down on hemorrhaging cows though, well you need to look at some things. Are there enough weaponthanes at home or are you sending them all out and leaving your tula undefended? Have you built fortifications? Do you have a huge amount of wildlands that can't be effectively patrolled? Cows are life, protect your cows. And a lot of that incidentally ties in with protecting your tula from the bigger raids too. Fyrdwoman might be the most useful blessing for home defense, but the magic you spend at Sacred Time is pretty potent in a more generalized sense. If you still can't stop getting your ass kicked, suck it up and start sending tribute. Diplmacy with the neighbors can't be entirely ignored.

I guess if all else fails, he could try setting an Eurmali as ring leader, but that's so cheap it's practically easy mode, haha. If you can even find one with good enough skills anyway. Sacrificing to Malia has also been known to work miracles.

The biggest tip I can give is to not to spoil the process for yourself by reading too much direct info about it on the internet. You will lose your first few clans while getting a handle on some of the complexities, and sometimes even when you think you've got it all down the game will suddenly turn around and kick you in the balls. (It's better to play it out even if a clan seems to be going badly though, you may learn things to help you next time, or even manage to stabilize a situation and turn it around.) There's an insane amount being tracked under the hood, so you can't even always expect making the same choice twice to work out the same way when it depends on other factors too. That's why it's pretty much infinitely repayable. One of the sequels is actually even harder, although not as varied. Anyway, best advice I can give is to BE the magical Viking king, but remember this isn't a power fantasy either, you're a little collection of backwards hill-folk in a big world and there's a lot more to manage than just combat. Acting like a violent retard with nothing to back it up will end the way it would anywhere else. If you're getting your shit kicked in by the neighbors, there's a reason for that. Pay attention to the lore tidbits and act like a good Orlanthi. And listen to your advisors when they're talking about a subject they actually are skilled in. And be sure to let us know how it goes with the ducks. :)

No one's sanity is safe from this thread, not even Endmaster's.

We need the world to be whenned to tap into that deep core of murderous wrath.

If only it were smooth and efficient like the normal code. I thought for a moment "if only it weren't covered in sparkling rainbow vomit", but I'm sure that's not relevant.

It's easier to load it on the phone than my laptop. The extension has to do something to each individual post that chokes my browser.

DRM-free copy is on sale for 2 bucks on GoG. You have four jobs, I think you can manage.

King of Dragon Pass still GOAT, you dung-daubed stickpickers who haven't played it have probably been busy raising dogs and funny looking cows the last 25 years. Also flutter's mother was a fencepost and his father was a broo.