corgi213, The Dramatist
"And if you want to write some very strange porn involving Steve, go ahead, I'm not gonna judge ... you weirdo." - Mayana
"God dammit, Corgi." - Steve
"The only problem with Corgi's story was the lack of branching for the most part.
Didn't mind it in general" -EndMaster
"You idiot, you moron, you complete imbecile"- Mizal
"The name is not only all lowercase but includes numbers as well. A double whammy of ingenuity among usernames. The entire thing is full of awesome quotes aligned with a cool sidebar, where five years are shown to have gone by with an impressive number of points and posts to show for it. I'm sure the story games show a user with tons of time and dedication to the site.
8/8."-Your number one fan.
The land of Orcin, a place where all are free to live as they wish as long as they follow the laws of the council. Years of relative peace had ensued, making sure the orcs would live as strong and as free as they had always been.
The Mannate Empire, destined to consume everything on the horizon, sets its sights on the homeland of the orcs. Annexing one kingdom, one empire after the next, finally looks to orcin for resources, troops, and land to settle, as they prepare their dreaded march.
Nolazir, a simple orc, who lives off the land as he works his farm, unknowingly would be drawn into events to come. He would come to shape the world around him, and the future of Orcin.
Fight for honor, love, peace, and prosperity. Lead with a cruel fist, or a warm heart. Challenges and tribulations lay ahead for all.
Will you save your homeland and return it from the brink? Will you let the darkness within and without consume you? What becomes of you and the world, is up to you.
The next edition will come out in a few months, filled with more varied events between time jumps including, politics, monsters, and more! Also will be adding the rest of the real story and the side branches in as well.
Where to begin exactly? I'll start off with thanking Mizal, who helped me with some proof reading and structure at the start, and helping me figure out how to use variables. Also for always being willing to help with my writing, grammar, and developing characters all these years, and generally being a wonderful presence on this site :)
I would like to thank MoreCowbell for consistently proofreading and giving me feedback on my story throughout this long process. I appreciate all of your spell checking, helping keep the flow and pace, and general positivity and motivation during this whole project.
I would like to thank 3iguy for taking an interest in my story and beta reading it for me. As well as Ebon for his detailed and insightful responses to some of my threads early on.
I'd also like to thank Ogre, IAP for encouraging me and keeping me motivated during the hardest parts of the process (mostly the end point).
Also would like to thank EndMaster for letting me rip off his organization scheme for storygames.
I really couldn't have done this without you guys, and I owe a great part of finally finishing this to all of you and to CYS as a general whole.
I hope you all enjoy!
One guy on a quest...for magic crytals! Unfortunately this is the land of Cystia...and things almost never happen as expected.
What starts as a normal day turns into a mad quest for revenge, live the life of a dude turned into an evil....killer pie!
Will you find redemption? Or will you truly be evil? No one cares!
For End Master's Dark Fantasy Contest
The hearts of men run cold, the hour of the beast is nigh upon us.
Under starlight, the forsworn prepare for their ancient duty.
For the Pale Flame shimmers low, and the sanctity of the human form is shed.
My entry for End Master's 2022 Prompt Contest.
You are sent as a warrior of your tribe to exterminate your enemies. Your clans rivals of many generations.
Not to be confused with those weird Homo Sapiens who may or may not have done a similar thing.
No. You are an oonga boonga. Sent to eliminate your rival cavemen with extreme force.
Vader must face the hell that is the space DMV.
Feel the suns warmth.
Breath that fresh air!
You are happy.
Your life is nice and cozy, it's a dream come true!
One day, you meet your own doppleganger.
What you do from here is up to you.
In the wild, beastly lands of Velis Brum, many are prey to the whims and cruelty of men and monster alike.
A small village resides in the caves Manchor Vanit, it is here you have been born. Taught to remain close to the caves all of your life, you never caught a glimpse of what was beyond the mountains, and when you did it was often cruel and unsettling.
Your mostly quiet existence would end when Baglich would come to take your homeland, with their scum and barbarian fiends.
Gather family, allies, old foes, and create an empire suitable to standing up to this terror of the land.
A dispute, a broken promise. The envy of one will break a kingdom.
The half man, half dragon sorcerer Tarragon threatens your king, your home, your very way of life.
How far will you go to make sure justice is brought to this foul madman?
Chose between to very different characters to embark on this epic quest, slay the dragon, save the princess, and restore honor to your kingdom.
Evil Grannies Galore!
Come, rest your weary feet.
Sit by the campfire, warm those hands. You must be tired.
Oh, you like stories do you?
Hmm, here's a story for you. One that goes way back, to a time when the night ruled, and the howling of beasts would make any man tremble. Relax, it's going to be a long one.
An orc named Tumble, young, wild, and free.
Life is great in a village nestled in between the mountains, the birth place of the great Orc race. But for the past century a series of brutal crusades have left them divided and broken.
The Mannate Empire threatens to swallow them whole, just as it has done with everyone else in its path. But then one day an even bigger threat to the land rises out of the fires of fate, undeterred by the ravages of time.
They call him Scourge. His forces threaten the very land, and all of life as it stands now.
Will Tumble play the role fate has dealt him and stop the evil Scourge?
Or will he abandon the world before him and find his own way?
For End Masters Dark Fantasy Contest.
In the land of Arren Gul, a Spire sits, its true nature hidden from those who would draw its power.
A man in the guise of a restless spirit ventures toward it to bring his enemies to justice.
An exercise in seeing how fast I can crank one of these out.
Recent PostsI have a prompt on 9/24/2022 2:10:32 PM
Tanenbaum Sunglade woke up that morning. Sigh. His eyes crusted over with sand and sleep, and god knows what else. He rolled over, his fan doing nothing to stop him sweating bullets onto his already musty mattress. He checked his phone. No new messages.
He yawned, stretched, and opened a window to let an entire night of fart air out. The sunlight hit his eyes, and he cringed. Tanenbaum shuffled over, stepping over a pizza box and a crushed orange soda can, the wretch. And got dressed for the day. Sneakers, jeans, a red shirt and a hoodie that he zipped up.
He looked in the mirror. Pale skinned, grey eyes with dark circles around them, dark hair and a face coated in stubble. He sighed and shuffled out into the hall. The days were not the same since he lost his job, he was a middle manager at a security corporation. Not that he did anything especially heroic or cool. He was just tasked with helping to guard the mall at night, but now in the light of day....sigh.
Tanenbaum walked downstairs, where he could hear two voices. Strange, he only lived with his dad. He went down the stairs, crept up to the bottom which led to the kitchen.
"I actually didn't spend too much time as a vampire, it was more profitable just being a clown stripper." The words carried by his fathers voice didn't make sense when he heard them, nor did he really listen....until it was too late.
He walked into the kitchen where his father sat. Where as before he was regal, respectable, refined. He now wore a bizarre multi-colored suit, that was thin and a bit lacey in all the wrong places. Where once had a neatly combed and kempt grey-white shock of hair, it was now dyed red. His beard once of the same color and well trimmed, had been grown out and trimmed into the shape of a dong. Tanenbaum had wondered why he stopped trimming for a while.
And worst of all, he was speaking to his former boss. Who had fired him, that bitch.
"Dad? What's going on?" He said feeling dazed and dizzy, like he had to sit down.
Tanenbaums father looked at him sternly, anger in his eyes. "Son, go upstairs and don't come back down until I tell you to!" His fathers neck veins were bulging, worse than that other bulge that made itself apparent when he stood, that the younger Sunglade never wanted to see. "We will sort this out later, but until then you are grounded!"
"Dad, I'm thirty seven!"
"And still a lame, useless, loser!"
And with that, Tanenbaum ran upstairs with tears in his eyes. They found him on the floor, red crimson spilling from the wound. Tananebaum had tried to cut his wrist with the sharp edge of a cut in half soda bottle. But instead just managed to cut his thumb open and was just sucking his thumb and crying.
"Pathetic." His father said with disgust.
Does anyone know any good worldbuilding websites? on 9/10/2022 6:00:57 PM
Gems parents please get her off this site
On that note, I challenge you to a writing duel
Here's a story about a war on 9/9/2022 9:43:02 AM
didn't read most of it but it seems sort of like a handy sheet for worldbuilding while writing. Although its not really a story. Its as others have said just blocks of numbers with results.
Something in the realm of 50 billion deaths seems freaking massive. What would the implications of this be on the populace? Is anyone with more numerous or fresher forces waiting to take advantage of this? There seems like there would be a lot of ramifications for these two planets. Although Im sure for some those big numbers are more mind numbing and shrug worthy at such a large degree.
Is Mexxios another planet? Or are these all states on the same planet fighting a weird large scale battle in their own little atmosphere. I missed those details. Because if Mexxios is its own planet it seems weird to have such a catastrophic effect on transportation when these others would have their own infrastructure....and still even if it was a city state or state of its own...other states would still have their own transportations in place. You mention nation so I am wondering if these are all separate states in ONE nation set under some wide galactic scale stuff?
I am wondering how Lavassia being seen as invincible despite such heavy losses would affect them in the grand scheme of things, like how other nations/planets more prone to believing the hype would rather more pragmatic leaders who might see them as being weakened.
Also is THIS an outline for a story or is it a backdrop for another story to take place either during or after these events where the consequences would be made clear?
Does anyone know any good worldbuilding websites? on 9/9/2022 9:28:56 AM
Google docs and your imagination you dumb child
BLACKSMITH 2 CH:2 on 8/1/2022 2:58:48 PM
I imagine the thread was slowly chipped and reshaped using the golden dong nun chuk Malk made or whatever it was
BLACKSMITH 2 CH:2 on 8/1/2022 2:57:43 PM
Beam me up space penguin
BLACKSMITH: The Second Game on 7/26/2022 9:12:30 PM
"Of course you would pick the dick." Sir Corgius mutters. "'Tis the fate of all disheveled fanfic writers posing as blacksmiths. Why I even bet you exchange letters with your friend pretending to be a gay va-no. I can't utter it."
Sir Corgius takes Goblino Pablino to go find a bar and drink their loser sorrows away. All while swinging around the hockey stick haphazardly and fortunately missing bystanders this time.
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