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?

I think it's cute that you believe that it's everyone else who doesn't really have a clue. Your most recent "accomplishment" was a storygame that had neither story, nor game. It was devoid of meaningful choices, imagery, or plot. From the pages that I could stomach before getting too bored to even finish it, there was nothing remotely enlightening.

Honestly, it makes me think that you're a liar, on top of being far less educated on the subject matter than you think you are. If someone was actually converted from just reading your inane drivel, then wouldn't you want to keep the story up, to help lead others to the light? For whatever flaws Malk has, his stories are actually really fucking entertaining. His religious stories actually invoke feelings of the sublime, of righteousness, of piety. Your story didn't give me any of these feelings, yet you paraded it around as gospel that us filthy readers couldn't comprehend. However, when people brought up valid critiques, you didn't respond in a meaningful way, and continued to claim that it was on us. Insulting everyone's intelligence, then claiming "well um I wasn't arguing anyway", then proceeding to make FOUR goddamn threads of whinging--it makes it exceedingly hard to empathize with you.

Legendary, thanks!

Locked.

40.

My account on this site is turning TEN years old in a little over two months! I have a plan to do a little something for my anniversary, because a decade feels significant, and I've done nothing significant thus far. Also, I'm going to submit something that doesn't suck ass for this prompt contest.

My irl goals are much simpler, but probably more difficult: I'm trying to bench two plates for ten reps, hit 20 pullups, and max out the weight stack on the cable row machine. I'm also opening an investment account and trying to turn $300 into $500.

Having finished Book 2, I'm yearning for a pronunciation guide. I've been reading parts of the book out loud and I just know that I'm fucking up some of these names. Does such a thing even exist? Any help would be appreciated!

A belated Merry Christmas to all, and to all an early Happy New Year's!

My brother, his friends, and I went to a fancy restaurant near the Capitol, where I drank draught IPA, ate fried shrimp, and didn't even have to pay for anything when all was said and done. My family is really big on New Year's (communism moment), so we're gonna keep festivities going until Orthodox New Year!

Procured a copy. Going to stay productive during my winter break.

You think Lovecraftian monsters are combination? This is absolutely insulting, and Lovecraft would probably call you half his cat's name if he saw what you were claiming here!

So what particles is God made out of? By your logic, he otherwise couldn't exist.