Entry to Endmaster's Prompt Contest 3

Play as Urga, the founder of the prestigious Church of Desires, an infamous underground religion that specializes in darkness, debauchery, destruction, and most importantly, delivering coinage to Urga (although try not to tell that last bit to the followers, it wasn't in the pamphlet for a good reason).

However, Urga's time of frolicking in the deepest recesses of society is now over, as one of his many, many, oh so many enemies has sent warriors after him,

Urga's no fighter, but to what lengths will he go to survive? Up to you.

CW: Violence of the physical, verbal, and sexual varieties, as well as all the accompanying unpleasantry. Also, demon dick.

Author's Note: There is an optimal ending, however it and all the other endings are unmarked. If you reach a page with only an End Game link, you have "won".

Entry to Endmaster's Manifest Destiny Contest.

You are a historian, searching for tales about the mythical Bogatyrs, who were heroes of somewhat Arthurian quality. You managed to locate an archive of their exploits, which had once been passed down in oral form only, stored in a remote castle, taken care of by an old man of similar historian persuasion as you.

In a world where consciousness is stored on a hard drive, the most heinous crime is hacking.

Author's Note: A police officer is supposed to be a righteous dispenser of justice, but in the future, the idea of morality is basically nonexistent. Nonetheless, a lot of choices in this game can be broken down into "things a good, moralistic police officer should do" and "amoral things that get the job done". Going down one path or the other will eventually result in you being locked out of the other entirely, but it will also give you access to new epilogues and options.

Winner of the Cyberpunk Contest.

A Halo fanfiction. Story knowledge is not required, but some basic knowledge of the franchise is ideal.

On a desolate colony near the edge of human space, a Forerunner installation is located. ONI sends an expeditionary force, containing a single Spartan II, to investigate. However, ONI aren't the only ones searching for Forerunner tech.

After the Dark Age of Technology during the 21st and 22nd centuries, humanity decided to reach for the stars. Or at least the megacorps decided to, leaving behind anyone too poor or too stubborn or too old to board the ships headed for Mars and Europa. With that, the Great Expansion started: Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, the Asteroid Belt, all were encompassed by the sovereignty of the newly formed United Human Federation, or UHF. Well... that's what the UHF would have you believe. The truth is a different beast entirely.

After graduating a prestigious engineering college on Mars and patenting a valuable new piece of tech, you were approached by the Black Hoods, a completely untraceable organization that dealt with the salvage of shipwrecks across the solar system. Despite the absurd protocols (all in the name of total secrecy), the mind-boggling pay convinced you to join. What can you discover among the derelict wreckage of humanity?

Story A is a pretty interesting little story that highlights the human condition, with an ethically troubled main character that struggles with the prompt. However, it spends a little too much time describing thoughts relative to the action taking place. As a result, the action feels a bit rushed. The process of the city being destroyed is way too fast, especially with the character somehow learning of the results of the promotion before it's even completed. That part seemed a bit hamfisted, and definitely could've been executed smoother (or simply left open to interpretation for some element of suspense).

Story B gave me a weird vibe from the beginning, but the end seals the deal. The aliens just randomly learn to communicate with the humans, and this HUGE event (has anyone seen the movie Arrival?) is glossed over in a way that feels like a dictionary definition or movie plot summary. I do not think a human would write a story that's not actually a story, unless they did so with some form of assistance. Perhaps they used a lot of sAId assistance, but who can really say if they did or didn't do so. It's not like they have a trend of doing so on previous projects.

I vote for Story A.

My town is about 3 hours from the border so we are loaded with Mexican food! Especially the ghetto side.

When I first joined the site, I was definitely a 1/8 spoiled little shitstain, who would be fed amazing, nutritious meals by my overworked mom. Now though, I've lived by myself for about two years, and I'd say my cooking ability is around 6/8. I have a few simple dishes that I have down to a science (funnily enough, egg fried rice is near the top of this list), and I have lots of kitchen know-how now. I learned just about everything through youtube videos, cooking with friends or lovers, and some tips from my mom. It's honestly disappointing how many people my age, as evidenced by this thread, have a total lack of one of the most important human skills, especially in a world where we have google and youtube!

Oh, and we also have air fryers nowadays, which are literally stupidproofed baby ovens that can make so, so, so many foods with almost no hassle, and usually in under 20 minutes.

Congrats shorty, this is a new level of based.

2000k is a lot, are you sure you can manage it?

In 200 years, we're all going to be laughed at for our mistakes. Just own it and make a positive impact that outweighs what a colossal, smeared shitstain you are.

That would never happen, my game is airtight.

EDIT: Yo anyone have some spare bail money, by chance? No reason...

Congrats to Orange! My CYS bingo for 2024 did not predict her being a contest winner, but it's a pleasant surprise!

This really lifted my mood, lol. Like a true American, I'm going to go out and grab life by the pussy today!

The country full of dumb retards elected a dumb retard, and dumb retards are losing their shit over it. Oh, and this has been the story since 2016.