Entry to Endmaster's Prompt Contest 3

Play as Urga, the founder of the prestigious Church of Desires, an infamous underground religion that specializes in darkness, debauchery, destruction, and most importantly, delivering coinage to Urga (although try not to tell that last bit to the followers, it wasn't in the pamphlet for a good reason).

However, Urga's time of frolicking in the deepest recesses of society is now over, as one of his many, many, oh so many enemies has sent warriors after him,

Urga's no fighter, but to what lengths will he go to survive? Up to you.

CW: Violence of the physical, verbal, and sexual varieties, as well as all the accompanying unpleasantry. Also, demon dick.

Author's Note: There is an optimal ending, however it and all the other endings are unmarked. If you reach a page with only an End Game link, you have "won".

Entry to Endmaster's Manifest Destiny Contest.

You are a historian, searching for tales about the mythical Bogatyrs, who were heroes of somewhat Arthurian quality. You managed to locate an archive of their exploits, which had once been passed down in oral form only, stored in a remote castle, taken care of by an old man of similar historian persuasion as you.

In a world where consciousness is stored on a hard drive, the most heinous crime is hacking.

Author's Note: A police officer is supposed to be a righteous dispenser of justice, but in the future, the idea of morality is basically nonexistent. Nonetheless, a lot of choices in this game can be broken down into "things a good, moralistic police officer should do" and "amoral things that get the job done". Going down one path or the other will eventually result in you being locked out of the other entirely, but it will also give you access to new epilogues and options.

Winner of the Cyberpunk Contest.

A Halo fanfiction. Story knowledge is not required, but some basic knowledge of the franchise is ideal.

On a desolate colony near the edge of human space, a Forerunner installation is located. ONI sends an expeditionary force, containing a single Spartan II, to investigate. However, ONI aren't the only ones searching for Forerunner tech.

After the Dark Age of Technology during the 21st and 22nd centuries, humanity decided to reach for the stars. Or at least the megacorps decided to, leaving behind anyone too poor or too stubborn or too old to board the ships headed for Mars and Europa. With that, the Great Expansion started: Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, the Asteroid Belt, all were encompassed by the sovereignty of the newly formed United Human Federation, or UHF. Well... that's what the UHF would have you believe. The truth is a different beast entirely.

After graduating a prestigious engineering college on Mars and patenting a valuable new piece of tech, you were approached by the Black Hoods, a completely untraceable organization that dealt with the salvage of shipwrecks across the solar system. Despite the absurd protocols (all in the name of total secrecy), the mind-boggling pay convinced you to join. What can you discover among the derelict wreckage of humanity?

Ah, the victim card. I'm going to assume you're not a troll account because it's pretty low quality trolling if it is indeed that.

As someone else with ADHD and autism (at least I assume that's what you meant by "aurtizem"), I can tell you that your life is going to absolutely suck if you never take criticism, and always come up with excuses. Life doesn't revolve around you, and most people are just going to laugh at you for being monumentally retarded. You have to use your brain, take in information, think on it, and utilize it. Maybe start by reading what you wrote before you post it, that certainly helps me!

THINK MARK, THINK!

Let's say you go to the dentist and they numb your whole fucking mouth to drill into your teeth. Despite the complete lack of feeling or sight of your teeth, you can still hear the horrific scraping of drill bit on hard enamel.

Lol fag.

How it feels staring at my unstarted story

I think I'm actually available, and this sounds like a wonderful idea!

You disgust me.

Best life advice I've gotten from a fiction book:

"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain" -Frank Herbert

It's always funny when a kid replies to their AI slop with diction that proves they didn't write it. Well done retard!

I don't know what WizzyCat character you would include, and I'm frankly not excited to find out, but sure, knock yourself out.

This year I learned that single college girls are especially crazy on Valentine's Day. I spent a lot of time in a penthouse, and I was actually sober the whole night, which only made the events more fun.