Entry into EndMaster's 2024 Prompt Contest! 

The Faceless Knights uphold divine law, crushing mutation and degeneracy whenever they encounter it. When the young lord of a recently-conquered territory calls for a true servant of God, you must answer. 

A short, silly, high-octane ride through a cyberpunk future where your bullets are few, your friends are fewer, and the long tentacles of the law are slithering up your pant legs. 

I am aware that technically, writing a sentence in all capital letters is gramatically incorrect. I did this on purpose, several times, for stylistic effect. If you point this out in the reviews, a team of hit-apes will kick in your door. 

Winner of EndMaster's 2020-2021 Grimdark Contest!

Take the role of Lord Winter, an aspiring sorcerer and the scion of a noble line that has fallen into obscurity. 

Contains scenes of intense gore, brutality, and sexual violence. 

Cover art by the talented MadHattersDaughter.

"Death is struck and nature quaking;
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
Lo, the book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded;
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth."

-- Dies Irae

Ultimately, the fate of life is to destroy itself.

Note: This was adapted with express permission from a friend's "Creative Nonfiction" project for ENG223: Journalism in the 21st Century at Toronto Metropolitan University. Footnotes added by me to add clarity when needed. 

This is a sequel to A Prayer for Destruction. It is highly recommended that you read that work before beginning this one.

this is so fucking stupid

Alien uses ChatGPT on creative writing projects with no grades or money at stake because he lacks the spark of human creativity. I'm pretty sure his life is already a yawning fucking toilet bowl abyss of desperate humiliation 

You should paint a fucking brain and skull fresco on your ceiling by means of a shotgun you little catamite. Fuck I hate you 

Who could forget the thoughtful feedback that TheStoryReviewer used to leave? 

The Bible is not literary fiction, it's ancient Near Eastern sacred text. 

I've been around for I think like eight or nine years at this point. It's crazy how whole eras of your life go by and CYS is always here. 

Retard 

Because Plato considers poetry and painting to be two different categories of activity. You're imagining painting as a highly emotive process because you have a lot of baggage as a Westerner in 2024 and therefore you privilege painting as a kind of heightened, almost romantic activity. You're picturing Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog or something like it. Plato is not. 

Most Greek painting in Classical Antiquity was pottery adornment or painted directly on a wall or floor as a fresco. That's a fairly practical, mundane activity. The transcendent, the emotional, and the sublime are not associated with this activity, in Plato's imagination. Your claim that painting is just as emotional as poetry recitation would therefore probably strike him as absurd. It would be like if I said to you: "Why do you say that painting is beautiful and emotive, but not laying down bathroom tiles?" 

Also, Plato has a generalized contempt for image-makers in general, because of a particularity in the way he arranges his metaphysics. To Plato, things we encounter in the world are, in a sense, representational of a truer thing. A bed you encounter has the property of being in the form of Bed: the truest bed, of which all beds are an imperfect copy. If I were to paint the same bed, I've created a copy of a copy, and taken us further away from the true form of Bed. 

Kill yourself.... in Minecraft...

Fatty here trying to get his kicks in 

No, you should stop