In this story inspired by Watership Down, you play as Hops, a average, run-of-the-mill rabbit forced to flee with the other furry woodland creatures as the Titans destroy your home.

Entry for Sherbet's Summer's End Synergy Contest.

A short horror story where you're hazed on Halloween night. While others are trick-or-treating, you're involved in a fight for your life.

Entry for EndMaster's 2024 prompt contest.

Story prompt: A game revolving around carrying out a terrorist attack. There's actually several within this game, the method and motivations varying depending on your playthrough.

Warning: this story, while not explicit in accordance with site rules, does have sections involving murder, SA, incest, bestiality, racial undertones, and societal class discrimination. Essentially you're playing as a sick fuck who's also rich. Also keep in mind that while your protagonist can complete their objectives depending on how you play, there is no 'happy ending,' per se.

The Smith agrees that the Tailor should go first.

This time, Smithy thinks aggression might be the better plan. After all, they are at a disadvantage regardless of what they do, fighting a giant rock monster on its' home turf and all. It might be a good idea to try and finish the fight quickly.

The Smith wonders if cutting off the tailor's other arm will motivate her to keep moving without complaint.

Smithy looks at Ostram in confusion by his... interpretive dance, but shrugs and decides to go ahead one more time. After this though, he was volunteering the Tailor to start going forward.

Things were funnier then.

Yeah yeah I'll go ahead 

Might.

Also I want to rest during the next combat round. 

Two. American Sign Language and English.

My parents were both deaf, so I learned ASL from the time I was a baby. When I turned one, I knew about seven different words in ASL.

When I was about three, I had to attend a speech therapist to learn English before I was allowed to attend preschool. So yes, English is my second language lol

Smithy, after rolling around on the floor laughing (thankfully missing the vomit) volunteers to go first this time.

Also, can we get a group stat check?

Armed with the support of his fellow travelers, the Smithy flashes his three remaining teeth at the Tailor and, with a overexaggerated flourish of his arm, gestures for her to take the lead.

The Smith awaits the vote of the other two members.

He also points out it is a lot more likely to run into another enemy than a pit, considering there's a bunch of guards that patrol the castle.