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Architects of Ruin

unpublished

In a grimdark world devoid of all hope and compassion in the aftermath of a great cataclysm that shrouded the world in a time of great darkness, a lone visionary sets out to do what has never been done before, building a legacy that will stand the test of time. A story about hope, will you find purpose in the aftermath of a terrible war in the darkest of times, or will your end be one of spurned love and failure on the winds of time?

Marauders of Hell's Canyon

unpublished

In the highest of noons, brave the scorching desert sands with only your six-shooter and a mule named Sister Sara. Will you find the lost gold in the ghost town of the abandoned mine according to the old native legends, or will you become one with the spirits of the buffalo cascading over the plains at high noon when the men in the black hats ride out to put the lead into your posse is anyone actually reading this. Only your choices decide what becomes of the sleepy little town of Satan's Cleft in the aftermath of a shootout in a game of poker while a stampede of longhorns yeehaw pardner drink your whiskey.

The Sage of Fokkworth's Tower

unpublished

A tower of flesh colored stone rises to the East, built over an ancient stream of consciousness. The stones are carved with the names of the great sages of the past, each a dusty gateway to the kingdom's lost wisdom, a flight of steeply descending stairs rising up to a glass-dark plain of perpetual night where the tower was first erected in memory of your missing family and their mysterious unknown fate lost to the sands of time, of incredible girth, veiny and throbbing in the abyssal night. In the highest of noons, a great cataclysm of darkness, yeehaw pardner, the wind in the willows speaks the name of the great sage now gone with the wind, the name of the wind on a swiftly tilting planet. Your choices will matter.

Some of Milton's earliest childhood memories are Endmaster leaving his mom's room complaining about the need for a rabies shot.

So supposedly I am supposed to "chill out" about you and Clayfinger or I will "get banned". I'll accept this implicit permission to purge all other Wardens with fire and sword and sentence the survivors to hard labor in the mimes. But stories unwritten and Clayfinger, they're okay.

Incredible even this ancient and detested furfag was a Warden. Truly my crusade has brought me to the right place. Never trust a man who calls himself a "coker" and brags about his "nom seeker' and "snaggly toof".

I'll never deign to appear in some Warden-run rag. I'd rather be kicked out of art school again.

I don't blame mizal for miscounting, the others were hidden beneath Enterpride's bloated ego. I did notice though that mizal deleted my post telling Clayfinger to shut up, beecause he's "nice" or something and that's all it takes in this nanny state safespace. You though, you're just another trash noob, and a Warden at that. You literally live in and feast on garbage, like the raccoons that Milton's mom uses to warm her hairy armpits. And you've made an enemy this day. I'm going to bully you until the end of time.

I'll be there. I'd like to bet against benholio here, but alas, Marauders are a caste far above mine despite his jostling for a position between Chris and Milton in the Warden Centipede. If my entry isn't better than Chris's and Milton's, go ahead and ban me though.

"Top two in the Wardens" is damning with the faintest praise I've ever seen, is this what you use to console yourselves at the group therapy circle jerks when the microscopes and tweezers get a little too chafing? And yes I did see that the giving of the mildest challenge to a Warden ("200 words") was immediately followed by the assumption he wouldn't be up for it and an easing of standards. Like when your ex would ask if you could last two minutes and then quickly amend that to eight seconds being just fine, don't worry, you tried your best and that's all that matters, you're very special and should still be proud of yourself. But sure, reply to my post only. Don't act like you cared about this thread when it was only another Warden sharing writing in hopes of receiving feedback. Why are you only here now, scolding me for making an on topic post that critiques the work presented? The answer is pretty self evident.

What even is this canned ass comment, did you even read the thread or am I witnessing more of the famed Warden sloth here? "Thank you all?" What, don't know their names? There were three of them, does that tax the limits of Warden math? Did you generate this chipper tone deaf response or prewrite it or what? No apologies for the authors who did all this for three votes? Did you even read the stories yourself? And there will be more? Why would anyone write more if they're going to be handled this way? No wonder mizal hates this disgusting publication, slathered as it is in thick, translucent sheets of Warden birthing slime. Oily to the touch and smelling of rancid camel fat, like that time you slid out of your mom's pulsating ovipositor, squalling at the injustice and cruelty of the cold, harsh universe, but even a loving omnipotent God couldn't have turned such a mediocre lump of flesh into something cool like a Marauder.

Sometimes they don't even bother with the page of text.