It's raining again...

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Written for Endmaster's Prompt Contest 3

Prompt 42: A story set in an area ravaged by a plague or famine.

S.D.G

Edit 5/4/24: removed square brackets outline accidentally left on one page

Edit 14/4/24: eliminated several typos

The fish are hungry...

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Scores:

-3: You let innocents die and joined a death cult. You are scum.

-2: You let innocents die, but you chose an 'honourable' death.

-1: You joined the cult, like a sheep.

0: Nothing meaningful happened to you (you met an untimely death).

1: You destroyed the cult, but failed to kill the fish

2: You eradicated the fish, but the cult remains, hidden deep in the shadows...

3: You destroyed the cult AND eradicated the fish. Impressive.

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Written for the Gone Fishin' Contest 2023.

S.D.G

Edit 10/7/23: fixed green shoots error, clarified that swamp-fish can live in any water-type, proofread for spelling errors.

Edit 12/7/23: fixed Question Cultists loop error

Edit 19/10/23: fixed Resigned to Waiting paths loop error

Edit January 2024: added title page picture (drawn by mizal, not me - thank you!)

You, a human mage with little to no reputation (who needs that anyway), are friends with an elf from Summer called Cocoa Lire. You (for some mysterious reason) call her Watermelon.

However, you learn that she is having an affair with a human commander called Jael Rock, which is disastrous for a whole host of reasons:

• Too many to list here (but you get the idea)

Your solution? Convince them to end the relationship!

However, a small problem called 'true love' may make this harder than you think...

WARNING: Contains sadistic goats, holy cucumbers, and a whole lot of other things that may cause heinous offence. You have been warned.

There are seven 'endings' to reach. If you like that kind of thing.

Written for EndMaster's Prompt Contest 2.

Prompt 35: 'A story where you must save someone close to you from a disastrous relationship.'

S.D.G

Edit 6/6/24 - fixed some typos

Happy Easter!

I'm at my grandmother's house. We've just had roast lamb for lunch. Hopefully I too shall work on my storygame at some point...

What story-related web search(es) have you made recently?
My last one was 'how far can a horse go in a day' because I don't have that factoid memorised yet.

:(

I'm going to warn you now, this attitude is going to get you banned if you don't stop sharpish. You've already received several decent reviews which you've reacted aggressively to for no apparent reason. Don't take any and all criticism as a personal attack! Don't post stuff online that you don't want people online to respond to.

Just accept the feedback and move on. People have been banned for less than this. You've already caught the attention of several high-rank members on the site. If you keep poking the bear eventually an admin will take enough notice to end your time here, or worse...

Please. Stop. Responding. To everything. This is for your own good. Read back through the forums if you don't believe me.

Congrats on your fifth issue! Keep up the good work :)

So... Is this still happening?

The correct British response would be: "What's Thanksgiving?"

Fit for a medieval tavern! 

You could have a drinking game where you drink whenever you say 'ass'. 

Rosenhoff grins evilly. She pulls off the dirty knitted hat she’s definitely always been wearing, then deftly turns the hat inside out, causing a large black-cloth-covered package and several reels of ribbon to spill out of it. The package is deer-shaped, bound with more ribbon, and wriggles furiously around on the ground. Rosenhoff gives it a nudge, and it goes limp.

“This, I assure you, is a Moonstone Leucrota from the moonless dark surrounding the City of Agartha, many miles beneath the ground. The most volatile beast I have ever had the displeasure of gift-wrapping.

“It requires 6 miles exercise in a straight line – if it deviates from the line by an inch, it will explode. It must not come into contact with any light at all – to do so would be to cause it to explode (such is the reactivity of moonstone around Agartha). Thus, House Pukklwyd will be forced to build a 6 mile-long lightless corridor, or hollow one out of the earth, which I’m sure will take a chunk of their savings. In addition, this beast only eats blue moonstones harvested under a blue harvest moon, and must be fed twice a day or explode.

“A further complication to this ‘gift’ is that the Moonstone Leucrota is revered by the people of Agartha. Each year they have a special ceremony to celebrate the animal, ending with the transformation of one of the people into a leucrota. Causing a Moonstone Leucrota to explode is, as a result, tantamount to murder in their eyes.

“As I see it, it’s a win-win situation: House Pukklwyd either go bankrupt, or the creature explodes in their faces, humiliating House Pukklwyd forever and angering the entire population of Agartha. We’re talking pitchforks and flaming arrows of death levels of anger here.”

Material, Beast, Suffix

Lord Rilquennoth stares at the Pasha’s gift in disgust. “Perthonally enthulting and horribly dithguthting. And thuch a creature only inviteth people to thay that my dungeon thtinkth. No way.”

The Dark Lord turns to the siren and the borbothis. “Though thethe are wonderful for tormenting adventurerth, neither theem quite right for my dungeon. The thiren already theemth to be preparing to commit (at leatht pthychological) mutiny, and the eel thing ith, ath you dethcribed it, ‘impothible to tame’. Being uthurped by my own monthterth will make me an even bigger laughing thtock, tho thankth, but no thankth.”

He lingers on the bear, before shaking his head. “Much ath I love a bear of math dethtruction, I’ve theen too many adventurerth uthe fire-baythed thpellth in enclothed thpaceth and blow up. Thimilarly, thith bear may detonate if expothed to much of anything. Imagine it: my dungeon blown to bitth becauth someone decideth to have a drink during the battle! Maybe another time.”

Finally, Rilquennoth admires the Panther of Swords. “Itth thneaky and deadly. Doethn’t really need my time or attention. Lotth of thpiky bitth. Pluth, it hath fangth. I love it! Maybe thith cat will win me ‘Twist on the Villain Cat Cliché’ in the League’th award theremony.”

So saying, the demanding young(ish) vampire turns back into a flock of pigeons, which then grasps the panther’s fur and hauls it into the air. The crowd watches in stunned silence as the panther and its peculiar escort disappear over the rooftops.

Point to ISentinelPenguinI.