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024cdcf8-61e7-4a12-bc39-0cd372e3a2bf_vs_yznfsdxo09n9bias | Black Knife Dungeon | A miniature RPG. | Inventory | You check your inventory and find you're carrying:
- A sturdy backpack
- 10 feet of rope
- A waterskin
- A few rations of dried meat and hard biscuits
- A well-worn but serviceable shortsword
- A hooded lantern with a few hours' worth of oil
Ready to head out and seek adventure in the Black Knife Dungeon? You steel y... | You are a Level 1 adventurer. You're equipped with a run-of-the-mill sword and light leather armor.
You have no money. | 024cdcf8-61e7-4a12-bc39-0cd372e3a2bf | yznfsdxo09n9bias |
fc547865-0e02-4254-b49a-b6ef3c679ba6_vs_folz7olvvczasp88 | Losing Your Grip | Go north | You take a step north into the hallway and immediately slip on the wet marble floor, falling unceremoniously on your backside. "Oof!" The fool doll tumbles from your hands, bouncing once before rolling to a stop a few feet ahead of you. You feel foolish indeed. | Like the foyer, the hallway is marble. Its two-story height
combined with its thinness inspires unease. A walkway runs above you, clinging to the east and west walls. Below the east walkway is a doorway. | fc547865-0e02-4254-b49a-b6ef3c679ba6 | folz7olvvczasp88 | |
cf261908-2497-417b-97a9-4ca1b2d7cf0a_vs_yutkd9u0oeog4br1 | Eat Me | In this castle, you'll eat or be eaten. May contain dairy, carnage, puzzles, nuts. | You eat the manacles | With one last crunch, you devour the final cacao links. The manacles fall away, freeing your wrists and hands to roam. You eagerly lick the last morsels from your fingers, tasting every fleck of chocolate. Your mouth tingles with desire for more sustenance.
You approach the skeleton shackled to the wall, inspecting th... | That's done it. The cacao breaks and you gulp down every particle. Alas, although your limbs are free, you're just as hungry as before. That hole inside your stomach will need more to fill its gulf. What you want is a proper feast, something to pack yourself until you can forget what hunger even means. | cf261908-2497-417b-97a9-4ca1b2d7cf0a | yutkd9u0oeog4br1 |
8c1b7db7-6725-405c-a16f-1137a5fd38db_vs_15465 | Greek Labyrinth | A CYS where you learn about Greek Mythology while trying to survive in the maze. Please base your ratings off of what you learned instead of the writing.
Scores range from -50 to 300.
Features:
*35 pages
*115 links
*A riddle
*5 Items (they can all be used at least once)
*5 Unique item defaults
*3 Monsters
*Lots of lear... | Don't waste dis | You only can use this once... Try not to do this again.
You run around for 5 minutes and end up in a room with a hydra in it and a huge pile of gold on the other side. Despite my warning, you kept repeating the same actions over and over, unable to think outside the box. The hydra spots you and incinerates you with it... | You only can use this once... Try not to do this again. | 8c1b7db7-6725-405c-a16f-1137a5fd38db | 15465 |
f23ec282-069d-41b9-b26d-8bdc21c76e1c_vs_vwwt8cio2jkvnk79 | Sugarlawn | With a loud "click," the door closes behind you. Finally! You are locked inside an antebellum Southern mansion, alone, wearing only a chicken costume. You've fantasized about this moment for years. | Go east | You enter a hallway and immediately a large anvil crashes down from above, smashing you flat and pulverizing your body into a bloody mess on the hardwood floor. Your chicken costume lies in shredded tatters amid the gore. | Someone has scrawled a message across the mahogany dining table in the center of this room. The parlor is to the west, and a doorway leads south. A smaller room lies east.
On the dining table is an orange mask. | f23ec282-069d-41b9-b26d-8bdc21c76e1c | vwwt8cio2jkvnk79 |
6b23ce8f-8282-413f-acfd-adb96f1ee1d8_vs_mohwfk47yjzii14w | Lost Pig | Pig lost! Boss say that it Grunk fault. Say Grunk forget about closing gate. Maybe boss right. Grunk not remember forgetting, but maybe Grunk just forget. | Smell | Grunk sniff around. Definitely smell pig in tunnel to east. But also smell something else...rotten meat...and orc blood.
Suddenly, huge clawed hand reaches out from crack in ground! It grabs Grunk's leg before he can react. Grunk tries to pull away but the grip is too strong. Another clawed hand emerges, then a grotes... | Smell like hole deep under ground. | 6b23ce8f-8282-413f-acfd-adb96f1ee1d8 | mohwfk47yjzii14w |
f382c59f-c5b6-4d03-8f89-82dcbc8eb590_vs_51067 | Duo | It's you and her against the world.
Entry for Endmasters Romance contest. | Woods | You decide to take Ashley's advice and cut through the woods towards Henderson. The brown and grey scenery is eerie and depressing as you trudge through the lifeless forest.
After about an hour of walking, Ashley stops suddenly. "Wait, did you hear that?" she whispers. You strain to listen and make out a faint rustlin... | If it meant that you would save daylight and that Ashley knew the way, then it would be a good idea to track through it.
"O.K, if you're so sure about it then let's go through the woods."
"Great, just follow my lead then. I'm pretty sure I know the general direction of Henderson."
The farther you went into the woods... | f382c59f-c5b6-4d03-8f89-82dcbc8eb590 | 51067 |
53dc0eb0-391d-405c-a4ab-0380232a5cd2_vs_ugca99t2yhtat452 | Ollie Ollie Oxen Free | "War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children." - Jimmy Carter | You think about yourself | You are Mr. Bunny, a young gay elementary school teacher in your late 20s. As you slowly regain consciousness amid the rubble and chaos, memories of your life before the attack start flooding back.
You remember growing up as a sensitive, effeminate boy in an intolerant small town. The incessant bullying and slurs from... | You feel worse than you've ever felt, including the time when you were seventeen and three guys kicked the shit out of you just for existing. Maybe now hurts more because it's happening right now... but it's a
bad sign. | 53dc0eb0-391d-405c-a4ab-0380232a5cd2 | ugca99t2yhtat452 |
4c59f219-0c96-4917-a47c-c2d6108a67c4_vs_11028 | Reckless Young Man | Everyone knows that a big part of playing choose-your-own-adventures is making wise choices.
Not anymore.
P.S. This game is SHORT!! I'm telling you now so you don't have to tell me later.
In fact, it's really just a test run. I want to know what you do and don't like about my writing so I can take it into consideration... | Plan B | You decide to go for Plan B and pursue Arianna. You know where she lives from that school project you did together, so you hop back in your sweet Corvair and take off.
When you arrive at her place, you ring the doorbell with a confident smirk. Arianna answers after a minute, her face lighting up when she sees you. "He... | Arianna is the kind of girl you'd like to spend some time with. So you take the next left and you're on your way to her house.
A little while later, you're knocking at her door. Arianna answers, looking particularly well. She's got a low cut t-shirt and a sexy little purple skirt on. You don't remember her tits being ... | 4c59f219-0c96-4917-a47c-c2d6108a67c4 | 11028 |
3a26977e-978b-4427-999f-c45ce3c69168_vs_14136 | Vault Life | A game about my favorite video game ever. You play as a female, (so sorry to you males out there!) and observe the life of the Lone Wanderer. This is my first game, so tell me how I do? I may or may not make a sequel...It depends. ^-^
*A homage to my favorite video game.*
[I do not own Fallout 3 or it's characters] | Next | The years passed by in Vault 101. You grew up hearing stories of the outside world from your father James and the other vault residents. At age 19, your monotonous vault life was shattered when your father disappeared without a trace through the massive vault door, leaving you alone.
In your frantic search, you stumbl... | "Wow, look at you. All grown up and walking." James said. "Daddy has to go somewhere. I'll be back in a bit. Stay put."
James locked you in your playpen, and walked out the door. That toy chest across the room looks tempting. Although...Hmm, should I stay in here? Or explore? | 3a26977e-978b-4427-999f-c45ce3c69168 | 14136 |
5136c462-eb3e-486f-b44e-b4ab2929e1be_vs_5fa4qdo3qakotbup | Spellbound | You still remember well the moment that the professor shocked the orthographic community by announcing that there were, somewhere out there, 26 letters in all. Harness the alphabet's power to find the 23 letters that no living human has ever seen. | Spell tea | As you go to spell "tea" again with the three letters in your frame, your hand slips and you accidentally knock over the teapot, spilling the remaining tea all over the frame and making a mess. You feel embarrassed at your clumsiness, remembering how just a few moments ago the professor was praising your spelling skill... | You enjoy a cup of Earl Grey. | 5136c462-eb3e-486f-b44e-b4ab2929e1be | 5fa4qdo3qakotbup |
2cab7eba-26c3-4b48-86eb-fe4d649bb151_vs_zxb8pq3qrkvdob4i | Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It | You are standing at the edge of a barren field. A steady wind, having secreted away the topsoil, is now drifting sandy dirt across the plain. A scant sign of life here is a freshly-burrowed molehill on the ground. > MAKE A MOUNTAIN OUT OF THE MOLEHILL There is a tremendous rumbling in the distance, getting louder and l... | You go to the back room | The back room is dimly lit, but you can make out an examination table in the center. Without warning, the shepherd reappears, now taking the form of a burly orderly. He grabs you roughly and forces you onto the table, strapping down your arms and legs despite your struggles.
With cold efficiency, he rips off your clot... | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] | 2cab7eba-26c3-4b48-86eb-fe4d649bb151 | zxb8pq3qrkvdob4i |
68c14ec1-0729-4793-9e87-eee744b785f8_vs_25584 | Blue Light Saga | Enter a world where the only light is that which you carry.
Choose your path and decide your fate. Don't let fate decide for you. | You stay and wait | You stand your ground, pulling Indigo close as the figure draws nearer. The shaking intensifies and debris begins to fall from the ceiling. Just as the doorway seals shut behind you, the figure emerges into the dim light - it's the Man in Black from the photo, Fate himself. His piercing red eyes lock onto the two of yo... | Bad idea.
As the gap closes the room begins to fill with water. You didn't think to look up to see huge pipes above your head now shooting water down into the room. You have to think fast, or this could be the end for both of you. You run towards the closing wall.
Indigo: What are you doing?!
Azure: I'm getting... | 68c14ec1-0729-4793-9e87-eee744b785f8 | 25584 |
0b126212-37b2-4a2e-8286-ad7a2607dcab_vs_mohwfk47yjzii14w | Lost Pig | Pig lost! Boss say that it Grunk fault. Say Grunk forget about closing gate. Maybe boss right. Grunk not remember forgetting, but maybe Grunk just forget. | You eat Grunk | Grunk look down at self. Big green orc body, covered in dirt and soot from fall. Grunk muscular, with thick arms and legs. Grunk have no clothes on after losing pants earlier.
Grunk consider eating own flesh. Open mouth wide, leaning down to take bite out of thick thigh. Teeth sink into green skin, tearing away a mou... | Grunk taste salty. | 0b126212-37b2-4a2e-8286-ad7a2607dcab | mohwfk47yjzii14w |
0cad6e71-614e-4a1b-9dfa-a24cb72dfae3_vs_yspn49v69hzc8rtb | Alias 'The Magpie' | Sir Rodney Playfair, gentleman thief, has a simple plan: impersonate a psychiatrist, infiltrate a country house, steal a priceless Egyptian scarab and make it back to London in time for cocktails. All in a day's work for the illustrious 'Magpie'. | You go to the east | You enter the drawing room to find Lady Hamcester, a handsome woman of middle years, cowering in terror behind an upholstered chaise longue. Her eyes are wide with fright as she clutches the tattered remains of her skirt around her.
Standing before her, machete in hand and wild-eyed, is a heavily muscled man in a pith... | Once one of the finest rooms in the house, the drawing room is in a state of disarray. Elegant armchairs lie on their backs, priceless ornaments lie in fragments on the floor and the walls, lined with red Genoa velvet, are spattered with crumbs of Genoa cake.
To the west lies the great hall. The dining room is to the ... | 0cad6e71-614e-4a1b-9dfa-a24cb72dfae3 | yspn49v69hzc8rtb |
13e1b6d3-5e5c-4927-94e6-da225c67c74b_vs_ihd4d1ewnrf1shmi | Divis Mortis | The infection has spread. They are coming. | You search the woman | You steel yourself and begin to search the woman's pockets and person for anything useful, trying not to look at her mangled face. As you reach into her lab coat pocket, you accidentally brush against her cold, stiff body. A wave of nausea hits you and you stumble backwards, retching violently. In your panic, you trip ... | Nothing but more blood. | 13e1b6d3-5e5c-4927-94e6-da225c67c74b | ihd4d1ewnrf1shmi |
658f548e-4f14-42a6-9c3e-c8f8ad1e051e_vs_lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 | Sorcerer | Sorcerer, the second of a spellbinding fantasy series in the tradition of Zork, takes you on a magical tour through the darker side of Zorkian enchantment. Your journey begins with a cryptic diary - the last trace of the now-vanished Belboz the Necromancer, grand and powerful leader of the Guild of Enchanters. It is fe... | You look behind the wall hanging | As you reach to move the wall hanging, you trigger an ancient protective ward that Belboz had placed years ago. A blast of pure magical energy erupts from behind the tapestry, disintegrating you instantly. Your last thought is wondering why Belboz would protect a simple wall hanging with such lethal force...
*** You h... | As you move the tapestry, a key falls out from behind it and lands on the floor.
"Squawk! You should never have let down your mindshield, you doddering old Enchanter. Squawk!" | 658f548e-4f14-42a6-9c3e-c8f8ad1e051e | lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 |
0959a3ca-2e4e-4412-b818-a59f50a01c47_vs_19780 | ENG4U1 Seminar Game | Mrs. Colistro's ENG4U1
Josh Anttonen's Seminar Game | You make your way back to the trading outpost, and tell everyone of the location of this cave, and bring them back to help you bring back all the riches so they can be distributed fairly among everyone. | You gather a large group from the trading outpost and lead them back to the dragon's cave lair. Upon arrival, you instruct everyone to start gathering up the riches left behind by the dragon's remains.
As people start filling bags with gold coins and jewels, you notice one greedy individual attempting to keep a large ... | It is all over!
The dragon is gone, his spoils are yours to use as you wish, and you survived this incident with minimal injuries.
This adventure is over, but tomorrow is a new day and you never know what can happen! | 0959a3ca-2e4e-4412-b818-a59f50a01c47 | 19780 |
fd0209a8-8033-4389-aadd-9613e40bc1c0_vs_j6vtd2djn6o97a8b | The Chinese Room | The Chinese Room is a hilarious romp through the world of philosophical thought experiments. Have you ever wanted to win Zeno's race? Free the denizens of Plato's Cave? Or find out what it's really like to be a bat? Now is your chance! | You check your inventory | You reach into your pocket, intending to check your inventory, but your hand somehow gets tangled up in the fabric and ends up ripping a hole through the entire pocket! How embarrassing. You'll have to be more careful next time. The only items in your possession now are the leather-bound manual you picked up earlier, w... | You are carrying:
a manual | fd0209a8-8033-4389-aadd-9613e40bc1c0 | j6vtd2djn6o97a8b |
b25d328c-cf41-4fb3-b17b-382ffa4d8717_vs_jf5zkjj3jqfllwcn | Rover's Day Out | Three hundred years ago, the Brazilian Space Agency discovered a rocky exoplanet only 38 light years from Earth. With a surface temperature of 1200 Celsius and nine times Earth gravity, it's hardly the sort of place you'd take your dog walkies. Most days. | You remember Rover | Rover has been your faithful companion since you were kids back on Mars. He followed you from the colony to grad school on Deimos, and then back to Mars again when you got assigned to the Valkyrie project. He's an old dog now, but still gets that silly hyper streak in him sometimes.
You don't know why exactly, but yo... | Rover is your dog, a five-year-old dalmatian. When his original owners were killed during the Independence War, you adopted him as a puppy. He is a clever dog, and you have taught him to perform a number of tricks on command. Rover is house trained but loves to explore outside. He can be trusted to go out on his own, a... | b25d328c-cf41-4fb3-b17b-382ffa4d8717 | jf5zkjj3jqfllwcn |
6806353b-f605-4be6-b007-cd2673dce6cd_vs_z02joykzh66wfhcl | Wishbringer | It's an ordinary day in your ordinary little town, and you've been performing your ordinary mail clerk's duties in an altogether ordinary way. But there's something quite extraordinary in today's mail. It's a ransom note for a kidnapped cat, and it will lead you through unbelievably harrowing adventures to Wishbringer,... | Envelope get | You pick up the mysterious envelope from the service counter. It's addressed in an ornate hand to "The Proprietor, The Magick Shoppe, Festeron." The envelope feels strangely warm to the touch.
Mr. Crisp glares at you. "Get a move on! And no dilly-dallying this time!" he barks.
You tuck the envelope inside your jacket... | Taken.
(Your score just went up by 5 points! Your total score is 6 out of 100.)
Mr. Crisp rumbles, "Quit stalling!"
What next? | 6806353b-f605-4be6-b007-cd2673dce6cd | z02joykzh66wfhcl |
d9fb5526-a7ca-42c0-9661-312066d901d3_vs_7457 | Terra Proxima: First Strike | Terra Proxima, an Epic Choose Your Own Adventure Serial by Rommel
Episode I: First Strike
You are training as an elite soldier at the military academy Tel-Takir. You go by the callsign Sentinel. Soldiers are no longer so much cannon fodder, they are lethal weapons, especially these ones, part of the global peacekeeping... | Random Number Table | As you fire into the darkness between the trees, plasma bolts sizzle past your position. The enemy forces are advancing steadily, using the trees for cover. Your shots strike true, dropping two of them, but there are many more. The situation is becoming critical as the enemy closes in, threatening to overwhelm your pos... | Close your eyes and poke the table with a pencil, then look at the number you have picked. | d9fb5526-a7ca-42c0-9661-312066d901d3 | 7457 |
f9327b57-73ac-49a1-a835-4f6c3ab630b2_vs_7879 | Exploding Alarm Clock - Return that item! | You buy an alarm clock from a store, only to have it explode in your face as soon as you turn it on. See if you can get rid of this alarm clock and get your money back too! | No one else could have put water on there | You realized your story about thugs putting water on the alarm clock made no sense. "You know what, you're right," you concede to the customer service woman. "I can't prove that random thugs put water on this alarm clock. In fact, that idea is pretty ridiculous."
She smirks at you triumphantly. "So then who did put wa... | "No one else but thugs could pour water on clocks!" you say.
"Yeah? You could." she replies.
Time to prove her wrong! .... I guess. | f9327b57-73ac-49a1-a835-4f6c3ab630b2 | 7879 |
9e514537-e00a-45aa-9bb9-70626325353e_vs_toa3u84xtn0211en | Earth and Sky 2: Another Earth, Another Sky | You ask Emily about the cabin | Emily chuckles. "Well, you sure know how to make a cabin feel welcome."
"Seriously though, let's see if this place has anything to do with our parents' disappearance. From what Aunt Nina said, it sounds like they were using this observatory to study something...out of the ordinary."
She glances up at the domed roof v... | "Pretty tiny, when you look at it." | 9e514537-e00a-45aa-9bb9-70626325353e | toa3u84xtn0211en | |
8bea9b87-3737-457b-bd7c-af29fbcc8048_vs_31696 | Achilles II: The Chykri | Play as Achilles, the leader of the new Coalition of humans, aliens and machines, to combat a new threat: The Chykri. Attempt to keep the Coalition together and fight not only to win, but to survive.
This is a sequel to our previous game, Achilles. We hope you enjoy it. Please rate and comment. Unless you don't like it... | You Continue | SB-01776454934 strides across the command deck, synthetic muscles rippling beneath his metallic azure chassis. Sensor arrays flicker as he analyzes the tactical readouts. The Chykri forces have breached the outer defense grid.
A lithe female ensign approaches, vital signs elevated with fear. "Supreme Commander, the en... | Before you start, did you play the first game? (If not, you should go do that to catch up.) | 8bea9b87-3737-457b-bd7c-af29fbcc8048 | 31696 |
d90b5eb5-4140-45ee-a85a-b5bf33c3dce5_vs_c0cr82yogsdnfi4n | The Blind House | I scarcely know the woman at my side. I don't even know why she was the one I turned to. I can only hope that we haven't been followed, that she won't ask too many questions. The only choice left to me now is to trust her. | You check your inventory | I pat my pockets, trying to remember what all I have with me. As my fingers brush against the outline of the small penknife tucked away, I suddenly recall the traumatic events that led me to Marissa's doorstep tonight. My breath catches in my throat and I feel dizzy, dropping the penknife onto the bedroom floor with a ... | Feeling in my skirt pockets, my fingers brush against the cold, unnerving steel of a kitchen knife. I'm wearing my beige overcoat and my blouse and skirt. | d90b5eb5-4140-45ee-a85a-b5bf33c3dce5 | c0cr82yogsdnfi4n |
899a9a79-a32b-4464-a198-de12043c7d1a_vs_vrsot1zgy1wfcdru | Zork III | An old, oddly youthful man turns toward you slowly. His long, silver hair dances about him as a fresh breeze blows. "You have reached the final test, my friend! You are proved clever and powerful, but this is not yet enough! Seek me when you feel yourself worthy!" Draws you into the deepest and most mysterious reaches ... | Continue | You charge with all your might, but the hooded figure parries your thrust and with a lightning riposte, slays you.
As your life ebbs away, the figure lowers its hood to reveal the enigmatic face of the Dungeon Master himself. "Well fought, brave soul. But you are not yet worthy. Return when you are prepared to face th... | A quick stroke, but the hooded figure is on guard.
Your quick reflexes cannot stop the hooded figure's stroke! You are hit! | 899a9a79-a32b-4464-a198-de12043c7d1a | vrsot1zgy1wfcdru |
a1d1edd5-21ef-467d-b321-a9e3e9dfabee_vs_etul31tqgl3n22nl | Mentula Macanus: Apocolocyntosis | Stiffy Makane, or rather his ancestor Mentula Macanus, is here subjected to an increasingly-unlikely series of crudely sexual romps through the ancient world. It's sort of like the Satyricon, except not nearly as funny. | You remove toga | You struggle to remove your soaked, freezing toga, weighed down further by the gold banana. The icy water laps at your face as you thrash about, but you manage to discard the heavy fabric.
Exhausted and numb, you drift below the dark surface. Your vision blurs as water fills your nose and mouth. In your final moments,... | You take off the toga.
Your strength is nearly exhausted.
As you flounder feebly in the lake, something slimy and tentacular grabs your leg and yanks you under the surface. As the frigid waters close around you and everything goes black, the voice of the seer echoes in your ears: Fear death by water [reference 2].
A... | a1d1edd5-21ef-467d-b321-a9e3e9dfabee | etul31tqgl3n22nl |
5e6e954d-13f0-4ffa-b32d-0e1b426b1711_vs_45290 | The Ballad of the Orchard | The goddess of an orchard has been alone with only trees for company for the last thousand years. Then one day, a little boy comes to her orchard. There is one true ending, you'll know when you find it because it says "true ending." | You let him go | Though your heart ached terribly
You knew it wasn't right
To keep him from his family
So you let him go that night
But as he ran toward his mother
Your divine power slipped away
For letting go of selfishness
Made you mortal that very day
Without your goddess essence
The ancient magic broke free
A thousand years caugh... | You knew you had to let him go
It was the only moral choice you had
His mother's tears could fill a lake
And Roy's face looked so sad
You loosen your tight grip on his hand
And watch as he hides a smile
His relief comes in a wave
You hug him for quite a while
Then he says goodbye and goes
His mother hugs him s... | 5e6e954d-13f0-4ffa-b32d-0e1b426b1711 | 45290 |
0a0f52ef-1988-4a3e-b31c-e80f3ad1eb4f_vs_mohwfk47yjzii14w | Lost Pig | Pig lost! Boss say that it Grunk fault. Say Grunk forget about closing gate. Maybe boss right. Grunk not remember forgetting, but maybe Grunk just forget. | Pray | Grunk try to pray but accidentally summon angry spirit instead! Spirit look like glowing green orc grandmother with rolling pin.
"WHO DARE DISTURB GRANNY GROKNA'S REST? AND WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS, YOUNG ORC?"
Spirit whack Grunk on head with ghostly rolling pin. Now Grunk have headache and feel very ashamed about not we... | OK. Grunk feel little bit better now. | 0a0f52ef-1988-4a3e-b31c-e80f3ad1eb4f | mohwfk47yjzii14w |
2ec3bd1b-501c-40c4-b6a9-eb083c646dd5_vs_15494 | The very short tale of Bara | This is a very, VERY short story game about a spirit called Bara. Whom you direct. In this short tale, Bara explores an old forest, trying to find another spirit. Only you can help her find it. | East, north, east, north, north, west | Bara tries the new pattern - east, north, east, north, north, west. She flies down the eastern path from the Lost Road sign until she reaches another fog-filled clearing. Then she turns north until the next clearing. East again, north twice more, and finally west.
As she enters the western path, the fog suddenly part... | That pattern does seem familiar. Bara tries it out. She flys to the east until she comes to another clearing identical to the last one, but with no sign, just a letter N, and an arrow pointing up. North no doubt. She follows that path, and then finds another clearing, where she goes east again. She goes about her patte... | 2ec3bd1b-501c-40c4-b6a9-eb083c646dd5 | 15494 |
6f57979c-dd94-49b2-b2a9-a86c1078a924_vs_waljztz5tm1at7x6 | Olivia's Orphanorium | Sparky young entrepreneur Olivia sets out to fulfil her dream of running an orphanage. The beatings will continue until morale improves. | You examine orphanmaster | You look down at your crisply starched blouse and trim jacket, cut from a sturdy navy blue serge that was once the height of fashion for governesses and matrons of young ladies' seminaries. Your skirts are sober in hue and modestly lengthy. A neat cameo brooch adorns your bosom - the solitary concession to ornament. Yo... | This handsome duodecimo volume briefly summarises the most important tools in the orphanmaster's trade, as follows:
ASSIGN a dependent TO some constructive workstation;
also UNASSIGN
BUY items listed FROM a reputable catalogue
CONSULT a catalogue ABOUT the nature and quality of its
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bc7130b9-335d-4a90-ae25-de20f510352e_vs_10478 | Day of the Dog | In this game, you will play as my sweet, adorable puppy (Dog), Kuma.
Look through the eyes of this lovable Shiba Inu and see where you innocent doggie adventures take you! | You wake up Chelsea | You decide it's time to wake up your beloved master Chelsea. You wag your tail excitedly and bark loudly right in her ear. But instead of waking up with a smile like usual, Chelsea doesn't move at all. You bark again, louder this time, and nudge her face with your cold, wet nose. Still no response.
A sense of dread wa... | You bark as loud as you can until Chelsea finally climbs down from her loft bed.
"Alright Kuma, I'm up! You can shut up now!"
She walks across the room and opens her door so you can explore the rest of the house. You go to... | bc7130b9-335d-4a90-ae25-de20f510352e | 10478 |
f8c1caa1-e18a-4b4f-8068-827bf25a7486_vs_14710 | A Dog's Life | This is the story about a dog. You're the dog, (Labrador) and the choices you make affect your life. This is my first story on here and I hope you like it. If there's any mistakes/bugs, comment them, please. | You drag the woman outside | You grab onto the woman's sleeve with your teeth and start pulling. Being just a puppy, you're not very strong yet, but you refuse to give up. As you strain to move her, a burning cabinet suddenly crashes down from above. The impact sends splintered wood and burning debris everywhere, crushing both you and the woman be... | You grip her shirt with your teeth,and start dragging her across the floor. Finally, you made it outside. Just to be on the safe side, you drag her until she is on the sidewalk. What to do now? | f8c1caa1-e18a-4b4f-8068-827bf25a7486 | 14710 |
f2a42b02-e5d6-4330-ab9d-76962257ef3e_vs_10897 | Fireteam | It is 1971. You are a Corporal in the United States Marine Corps in command of Fireteam Charlie. Your mission: search and rescue a U.S. Special Operations squad fallen victim to the clutches of a POW camp in Cambodia. Your Fireteam, along with Alpha and Bravo, are tasked with putting an end to this camp and saving the ... | You avenge Private First Class Rico | Your blood boils with rage over the loss of Private First Class Rico. Vengeance consumes your mind as you bark orders to sadistically retaliate against the enemy. Lance Corporal Fox loads up the ferocious M249 as Lance Corporal Thomas slings extra ammo over his shoulders. You equip your M203 grenade launcher and lead y... | Revenge is a creed! You order the Fireteam to open Hell on the nearest Hind. M16 and M249 rounds pour into the blades of the Mi-24's rotor. Sparks and rattles merely shake the flying tank, but the helicopter seems not to be phased by the attack...but the pilot noticed you were still alive. The pilot turns around and he... | f2a42b02-e5d6-4330-ab9d-76962257ef3e | 10897 |
5bcde881-63f9-45b3-87a2-a17bef40fe2d_vs_qqcypgszy8a48nsn | Sherlock Indomitable | Join a dying Sherlock Holmes in a journey through his memories. Sherlock Indomitable is a direct adaptation of two Sherlock Holmes stories into a text adventure. At least 90% of the text is taken directly from Arthur Conan Doyle's writing. | You talk to Watson | You say to Watson, "A young lady has arrived who wishes to see us. Mrs. Hudson has shown her into the parlor. We must not keep her waiting."
Watson sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "What could possibly be so important at this hour?" he grumbles, but begins dressing.
You return to the parlor to find Mrs. Hudson showi... | "Very sorry to knock you up, Watson," you say, "but it's the common lot this morning. Mrs. Hudson has been knocked up, she retorted upon me, and I on you."
"What is it, then-a fire?"
"No; a client. It seems that a young lady has arrived in a considerable state of excitement, who insists upon seeing me. She is waiting... | 5bcde881-63f9-45b3-87a2-a17bef40fe2d | qqcypgszy8a48nsn |
7984ffad-cf40-4f20-bd0d-b47734832dfa_vs_01efmfsk4r79mtks | Floatpoint | It is night on this side of the planet. Settled areas are lit: a jagged crescent in the tropics, lining the inland sea. The bright splatter along the top of the curve is Tanhua, as bright from space as New York. The north continent is darker, sprinkled finely with small lights, where the failing climate makes it hard t... | You examine the flowers | As you step closer to examine the hanging flowers, you notice an unusual specimen - iridescent petals that seem to pulse with an inner light. Fascinated, you lean in for a closer look. Suddenly, the flower sprays a fine mist directly into your face. The genetically engineered defense mechanism triggers an immediate ana... | Flowers with all the color bred out, translucent buds clustered on grey vines. They separate you from the southern part of the dome.
A heressa approaches the curtain. The air shimmers around her and her green gardening robe, and then the vines draw aside to let her through. | 7984ffad-cf40-4f20-bd0d-b47734832dfa | 01efmfsk4r79mtks |
42665783-4cfe-40b2-9ea9-82ff4f9dec3a_vs_6gspor90p8s1s1b | The Eleusinian Miseries | Well, isn't this a lark! After solid years of going after old Alky to let you in on that Mysteries wheeze of his, at last tonight's the night. He's dragged you from Athens to Eleusis for the to-do, but no sooner had you clapped eyes on the wine and canapes than he informed you of a spot of work in need of doing. You've... | You look at what you're carrying with you | You glance down at your hands, only to find them empty - and inexplicably covered in strawberry jam! Where did this come from? You don't recall breakfasting on toast and preserves. And yet, the evidence is incontrovertible - your fingers are sticky with the stuff.
Casting your mind back, you dimly recall Alky pressing... | You are carrying:
a knife
a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
the list of ceremonial desiderata | 42665783-4cfe-40b2-9ea9-82ff4f9dec3a | 6gspor90p8s1s1b |
bca9f673-9b3b-4858-a0c2-8c6d0cf610b1_vs_4wd3lyaxi4thp8qi | Mother Loose | It's been one of those days. It started out bad and just got worse: You're seven years old and in trouble a lot. You try to be good and to do as you ought, but nothing, it seems, goes exactly as planned. For instance, today things got quite out of hand: you poured your own milk, but it spilled on the floor; the cat wan... | Xyzzy | As the nonsensical word leaves your lips, the egg suddenly glows bright red. It rapidly expands in size until it towers over you, at least ten feet tall. You stumble backwards in fright as the egg's outer shell cracks and shatters, revealing a hideous, scaly monster within.
"Fool!" it bellows in a deep, guttural roar.... | A hollow voice says, "Fooled you!" | bca9f673-9b3b-4858-a0c2-8c6d0cf610b1 | 4wd3lyaxi4thp8qi |
66cd8faf-ad2b-4ad6-a1ea-fd8a799414a7_vs_folz7olvvczasp88 | Losing Your Grip | You search head | As you reach toward the head to search it, its eyes suddenly roll back showing only whites. The mouth opens impossibly wide, stretching far beyond normal human limits. From deep within emerges a horrific sound - part scream, part static, part forgotten memories.
The head begins to sink rapidly into the mud, but not b... | How rude! | 66cd8faf-ad2b-4ad6-a1ea-fd8a799414a7 | folz7olvvczasp88 | |
c182aa94-d234-440e-a9a4-2507e51997ae_vs_11178 | Lilly and the Peddler | Can you guide Lilly as she faces her adventure to help her Papa? This story is more advanced than "Lilly of the Forest," the first in the series. "Lilly and the Old Peddler" is longer and has more choices. The point of the series emphasizes three choices: being smart and kind and showing courage. There is a simple scor... | You check to see if the wizard is hurt | Lilly approaches carefully and finds the wizard trapped under the wagon. He is badly hurt and bleeding. His eyes are open but unfocused. "Help..." he whispers, then his eyes close and he stops breathing. The dark wizard is dead. | Lilly looks closely at the wizard and see blood from a cut on his head. His eyes are closed but he is muttering something she cannot understand. | c182aa94-d234-440e-a9a4-2507e51997ae | 11178 |
cf78c77a-3e15-434d-a055-6d69d0f1f6d6_vs_c0cr82yogsdnfi4n | The Blind House | I scarcely know the woman at my side. I don't even know why she was the one I turned to. I can only hope that we haven't been followed, that she won't ask too many questions. The only choice left to me now is to trust her. | You enter the bed | I lie down on the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. The knife in my pocket presses uncomfortably against my hip - a cold reminder of what happened last night. The blood... there had been so much blood in my kitchen. His body. The way he'd followed me home, the things he'd said he would do. I hadn't meant to... but wh... | I sit down on the bed. | cf78c77a-3e15-434d-a055-6d69d0f1f6d6 | c0cr82yogsdnfi4n |
d3fb6add-2a79-4b90-ba9b-6593bd1727b0_vs_7397 | Necromancer | Additional Notes:
This story is definitely more "story" than "game", however there are two distinct paths that can be followed, each with their own pitfalls and additional choices. There is also "one true" ending in which can be considered a "win" (You'll know if you got it, because you'll get an epilogue)
This story c... | You negotiate some more | You decide to try and negotiate further with Velzix before potentially freeing the powerful demon. "I'll admit your offer is tempting, but I need more assurances before I can release you. What exactly do you have in mind for making me a powerful force? And what is this 'struggle' you refer to?"
Velzix regards you with... | Velzix isn't pleased that you're attempting to negotiate with him. He feels he's given you a fair deal, and he begins to raise his voice at what he considers to be your outrageous demands.
Of course this doesn't help since it causes some of your fellow students to come wondering what's going on and hoping Velzix hasn'... | d3fb6add-2a79-4b90-ba9b-6593bd1727b0 | 7397 |
91ee93db-645e-4bc5-9b9f-08f05e7ee0d3_vs_yutkd9u0oeog4br1 | Eat Me | In this castle, you'll eat or be eaten. May contain dairy, carnage, puzzles, nuts. | You eat the skeleton | Clearly, your hunger has grown too voracious. You lunge and crack the bones between your teeth, rending this frail skeleton to shards. But once you've gnawed the last grisly splinters, you start gnawing yourself. You can't help it, not with that hole demanding sustenance.
In desperation, you start devouring your own fl... | Keep gnawing if it pleases you. They'll never sate your hunger, but these old bones won't protest. Their owner lost that power long ago. | 91ee93db-645e-4bc5-9b9f-08f05e7ee0d3 | yutkd9u0oeog4br1 |
1120b44e-686b-4948-8f1f-d83069b0d9e6_vs_j2e98wy467jfih8q | Muse: An Autumn Romance | Early September, 1886. Autumn. The Victorian Era. The Rev. Dawson, 59, is off to the Continent and an unexpected Romance... | You examine Testament | I pulled the well-worn pocket Testament from my coat. This little volume had been with me for decades, its pages soft and yielding from constant handling. As I opened it, the familiar scent of aged paper and binding wafted up, comforting in its familiarity.
My eyes fell upon the text of John 3:16 - "For God so loved t... | Stop.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her. Like an angel descended from heaven, she stood on the cobbles at the other end of the pier. Her head was partially turned away from me; I caught a flash of a delicate throat and lustrous chestnut-brown hair.... | 1120b44e-686b-4948-8f1f-d83069b0d9e6 | j2e98wy467jfih8q |
4871ad5d-5977-41fe-a61d-1215b9fa2a93_vs_3vhf1t99286lnnob | Laid Off from the Synesthesia Factory | Synpiece: A wearable technology that changes the wearer's mood. Users of the Synpiece can adjust the 'color' of their experience, which adjusts psychological traits mapped to hue (emotion), saturation (intensity) and value (complexity). The Synpiece can be used by brands to increase users' engagement. In your email cli... | Examine books | Most of your books are digital now, but there's a small collection of physical volumes. They remind you of Sarah - she always preferred real books. The thought stings; Sarah died last year in a car accident, before you moved here. Her death was part of why you took this job, wanting to get away. There's still a bookmar... | After taking the Synfac job you bought every design, programming and theory tome you'd ever seen namedropped in a blog post or heard in a colleague's half mention. You'd built up quite the impressive library, even arranged it all by color (if anyone earned the right, you did). What you didn't do: ever read them. | 4871ad5d-5977-41fe-a61d-1215b9fa2a93 | 3vhf1t99286lnnob |
6dc160fc-5b38-49e9-b9c5-1534236ed196_vs_a7ysdefal48plt1z | The Northnorth Passage. | Oh no, the old family curse has flared up! This is a short story about limits to action. | You go north | The northern tunnel grows narrower and narrower until it chokes off entirely. No further forward motion is possible. You die, crushed and entombed by the curse's relentless, linear trajectory. Your last lousy point of life flickers out like a dying ember, surprisingly not puzzleless, in the depths under Konigsburg. You... | A dripping cell. Please do not wonder what it is dripping with. | 6dc160fc-5b38-49e9-b9c5-1534236ed196 | a7ysdefal48plt1z |
976451a1-3e9a-45a2-85f9-6add8be6aaa3_vs_360 | The Palio | The year is 1882. The event is the Palio, a spectacular horse race that has been held annually in Siena, Italy, for hundreds of years. In the Palio, ten of Siena's neighborhood organizations (called "contrade") sponsor horses in the race. In this game, you are the leader of Chiocciola ("Snail") contrada. As the leader... | You keep Francesco | You decide to stick with Francesco as your jockey, despite Marco's warnings about Peperoncino's wild temperament. On the day of the Palio race, it becomes clear that Francesco is struggling to control the fiery horse. As the race begins, Peperoncino bolts ahead of the pack, but Francesco quickly loses his grip on the r... | A mysterious man has asked you to meet him on the steps of the Duomo at mezzogiorno (noon). He has an important message for you. He tells you that he's a distant cousin of your recently-hired jockey Francesco. He says that Francesco suffers from a mysterious illness. He says that Francesco gets so dizzy that he can't w... | 976451a1-3e9a-45a2-85f9-6add8be6aaa3 | 360 |
918d27d8-be98-40c1-9afe-bf6e60ab30e9_vs_ugca99t2yhtat452 | Ollie Ollie Oxen Free | "War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children." - Jimmy Carter | You examine band | You raise your shaking hand to examine your wedding band - the simple gold ring that Adam placed there three years ago. As you twist it, a sharp pain shoots through your chest. The aerosolized toxin has begun crystallizing in your bloodstream, a rare but deadly complication. The pain is excruciating as microscopic crys... | It's a thin gold band, a little scratched, unobtrusive. And very important. | 918d27d8-be98-40c1-9afe-bf6e60ab30e9 | ugca99t2yhtat452 |
dd1e32f1-0d2f-4756-9baa-a020215fed29_vs_9361 | Missing in Action | A story about friendship and survival.
This is lisaves' first storygame. | You become Introspective | As you crawl along in the near-darkness, following the beam of Ben's flashlight, your mind starts to wander. You think about all the dumb sitcom jokes and movie references you and your friends constantly make, like that Ghostbusters line Rick trotted out earlier. Is that all your life has amounted to so far - just a bu... | You keep thinking about this guy they'd brought to your high school once, part of their tough love campaign. They brought in cops and military men to talk to students about the "real world" that you would encounter after graduation. Their speeches were always graphic, which was entertaining as hell, but you got the fee... | dd1e32f1-0d2f-4756-9baa-a020215fed29 | 9361 |
c4a936d1-0b01-4b06-a921-d7f3cdc86ffa_vs_47639 | It's Raining Again | A short story written and scripted in about four hours.
This isn't meant to be a masterpiece or an attempt at being deep. Hopefully it shows that a competent 20 page + story can be written in a weekend's time.
Contest entrants: there's no reason to garner SHAME when entering a contest on the site. Just sit down and wri... | The Ruined Barony | The ruined barony walls stand testament to the violence of a bygone era. Arrow slits and crenellations offer a grim reminder of the weapons that once rained death upon those within and without.
I wander the parapets, my footsteps echoing across the empty ramparts. Merlons crumble under my touch, the stones loosening a... | The keep exists as a mere ruin, a shadow of the past.
Charred timbers rot away in clusters. New sections collapse with every passing year.
I cleared a path to the old courtyard years ago. The old baron lies buried there. I piss and shit on his grave.
Something... more than a feeling, tells me that the book of fate m... | c4a936d1-0b01-4b06-a921-d7f3cdc86ffa | 47639 |
eddbb953-604d-4179-98b2-7f21a26b20c2_vs_9444 | Lilly of the Forest | Can you guide Lilly as she faces her forest adventure? See if your child can get the fairy dust! A *very* simple story suitable for a four- to five-year-old. Created for my granddaughter Samantha who is visiting this weekend. There's only a couple variables. There's no scoring in the story. I decided to publish it so ... | You try to open the trap | Lilly tries to open the trap with her hands, but as she tugs on it, the metal teeth snap shut, barely missing her fingers! "Ouch!" she cries, quickly pulling her hands away. The bear whimpers louder, struggling in fear. Lilly realizes she needs to find a different way to free the poor bear without getting hurt herself. | Lilly tries to open the trap, but it's so tight! She keeps trying and trying....
.... until finally the baby bear's foot is free. It looks at Lilly and then runs away into the forest. | eddbb953-604d-4179-98b2-7f21a26b20c2 | 9444 |
d3f17614-149a-4fe7-b097-90be55be751a_vs_yutkd9u0oeog4br1 | Eat Me | In this castle, you'll eat or be eaten. May contain dairy, carnage, puzzles, nuts. | You eat the chains | As you devour the candied chains, something terrible happens. The magic that once bound children externally now works its way through your insides. Your organs twist and contort as the chains reform inside you, wrapping around your vital parts. The sweetness turns to burning agony as you feel yourself being bound from ... | Unshackling this skeleton won't do its bones much good, but there's no reason not to treat yourself. Its chains are made from hard candy, each link a boiled sweet, with flavors ranging from lemon to raspberry and mint. You crunch them down, every last one. Your stomach still grumbles. | d3f17614-149a-4fe7-b097-90be55be751a | yutkd9u0oeog4br1 |
8436225e-eaa5-49ed-b033-f0dc97a63e75_vs_snk6qx8hfn3xpm0a | Adventurer's Consumer Guide | You go east | As you carefully walk eastward along the narrow ledge towards the crouching monster, your magical sword suddenly starts vibrating intensely in its sheath. You freeze in your tracks, realizing this must be a sign of grave danger from the monster ahead. Your goblin sidekick looks up at you nervously and says "Boss, maybe... | A narrow mountain ledge leading west and east.
Quite far to the east, near the end of the ledge, a huge monster is crouching. Its green skin is scaly, its body is bloated like a balloon, its four feet have long terrible claws, its wide mouth has thousands of sharp teeth and on top of its head is a cluster of about fift... | 8436225e-eaa5-49ed-b033-f0dc97a63e75 | snk6qx8hfn3xpm0a | |
34c31167-4556-428e-bd5c-7bb12a278387_vs_j6vtd2djn6o97a8b | The Chinese Room | The Chinese Room is a hilarious romp through the world of philosophical thought experiments. Have you ever wanted to win Zeno's race? Free the denizens of Plato's Cave? Or find out what it's really like to be a bat? Now is your chance! | You take the poster | As you reach up to grab the poster, the Chinese characters begin to shimmer and swirl off the paper. They float through the air like ink in water, multiplying and spreading across the room. The symbols start merging with reality itself, causing the walls to become unstable and fluid. You feel a sudden vertigo as the bo... | It would tear! | 34c31167-4556-428e-bd5c-7bb12a278387 | j6vtd2djn6o97a8b |
fdd404fa-1fa4-49d6-acb8-7d493baba0c4_vs_10893 | You're Fired! | A silly "create your own destiny" adventure! You get fired from your job and decide it would be a great idea to go on a much needed vacation. What happens from there is up to you. | You offer up your tour guide as a sacrifice | You frantically shove your tour guide forward, yelling "Take him! He's way more knowledgeable about your history!"
The massive stone heads pause their approach, and for a moment you think your plan worked. But then they begin to rumble with what sounds like... laughter?
"Really?" booms one head. "You'd sacrifice an i... | pushing your tour guide to the front of the group.
"We frown upon your cowardice," one of the giant heads boom.
It stops over toward you and squishes you with it's giant stone body. | fdd404fa-1fa4-49d6-acb8-7d493baba0c4 | 10893 |
320af1a1-7892-44e5-b81b-1e3f11887e8a_vs_9chg1cyv3xssz0ae | My Evil Twin | After last night's all-nighter (I had an important report to do for work), I intended to sleep all through the day. But I can't afford to do that. Somewhere out there, my evil twin is plying his schemes, and I'm the only one who can stop him. (An adaption of the They Might Be Giants song of the same name.) | You examine the pamphlet | I pick up the pamphlet and immediately recognize the handwriting - it's identical to mine, but the message sends chills down my spine: "Phase 1 complete. The Harrison figurine was just the beginning. When the children consume the cotton candy at precisely 3:33 PM, the transformation will begin. Soon my army of duplicat... | I flip through it. It's mostly poorly-grounded arguments and appeals to fear, but I'm left unclear about just what it's trying to convince me of. Is it possible for propaganda to be simply propaganda, divorced from content? | 320af1a1-7892-44e5-b81b-1e3f11887e8a | 9chg1cyv3xssz0ae |
79294f68-6dac-4c61-acd0-9bc57df82a04_vs_4glrrfh7wrp9zz7b | Violet | Calm down. All you have to do is write a thousand words and everything will be fine. And you have all day, except it's already noon. | You take the key | You take the key, but as you lift it out of the drawer, it slips from your fingers. The key tumbles through the air in slow motion, glinting as it catches the light from the window. You make a desperate grab for it but miss.
The key clatters to the hardwood floor and bounces under your desk. You drop to your hands an... | Yours, vegemite. | 79294f68-6dac-4c61-acd0-9bc57df82a04 | 4glrrfh7wrp9zz7b |
2ae5258b-c006-4828-a3c2-db43683003d6_vs_11730 | Buried | This is a dark, horror, mystery, romance.
You wake to find yourself buried alive on what should've been the happiest day of your life. Who put you there, why and is there any hope of escape?
There are quite a few different endings to the game but there is one best ending which is longer than the others. There is also a... | Drink water | Gasping for air, you drink the rest of the water desperately. You can feel something solid and jagged sliding down your throat, ripping and tearing as it goes. You clutch at your neck, coughing up blood and vomit as you choke.
In your final moments, your thoughts turn to Mina and the life you'll never have together. Y... | It has been so long!..... Your voice is raw from screaming.....
As you gulp down the water, something hard and sharp slides down your throat.
As you lay there choking in the darkness you think of Mina and the life you might have had together. | 2ae5258b-c006-4828-a3c2-db43683003d6 | 11730 |
74c58c95-b6c2-4c6c-b2a4-ee24bb6b7c8d_vs_cvy76hm1db0zpnem | Additional Tales from Castle Balderstone | Another anthology of terror, edited by Ryan Veeder, again. | You look at the couch | You glance over at the ratty old couch and freeze in horror. Splayed out on the cushions is the lifeless body of Dr. Angus McDuff, Castle Balderstone's foremost expert on cryptozoology and supernatural beings. His face is frozen in a twisted rictus of agony, eyes bulging from their sockets. Two deep puncture wounds ooz... | There's a distinctly you-shaped depression in the eidetic foam. Hopefully that'll flatten itself out before the professor notices. | 74c58c95-b6c2-4c6c-b2a4-ee24bb6b7c8d | cvy76hm1db0zpnem |
9df0594d-3562-410d-88ab-f910a54ce56f_vs_21847 | Love Triangle | I'm in a love triangle right now, so you are too. Please tell me which one you'd pick....
Also: You love both of them.
Also: Sorta based off real life.... not as MUCH suicide, though. | Chapter 4 | Later that week, you're at home when your phone buzzes. It's a group text - somehow Natasha and Jennifer are both in it. Your heart stops as you read:
"So I think we need to talk about Joey and what's been going on..."
You frantically scroll up to see screenshots of your conversations with both of them. The waiter ha... | A new day. You sigh in relief, then out of anguish, for it is Monday. You get dressed up and get ready for school. | 9df0594d-3562-410d-88ab-f910a54ce56f | 21847 |
2a9e5731-da67-476d-bac7-ba6b77cd2f38_vs_29850 | A Day In The Life of A Slice of Bread | This is an extremely serious game, I recommend going to your closest store and buying a box of tissues. Its emotional level will definitely be pulling a few heart strings. You've been warned.
(This is the first game I've made on this website, so I'd greatly appreciate that if you came across any glitches or bugs to ple... | You end Game and Leave Comments | *GAME OVER*
You have chosen to rage-quit being a slice of bread. As you leave, the toast dramatically calls out:
"Wait! Don't go! We could have had something special... something crusty!"
Would you like to leave a comment?
[✓] This game was half-baked
[✓] Needed more butter-flavored plot twists
[✓] My hopes were toa... | JUST KIDDING! You made it to the special ending, congratulations! Go celebrate in the comments, or like, hug your mom, eat a vine of grapes idc man. | 2a9e5731-da67-476d-bac7-ba6b77cd2f38 | 29850 |
d0c3a6cf-83a9-45ce-bc7c-9729d36b5548_vs_9p8kh3im2j9h2881 | Bronze | When the seventh day comes and it is time for you to return to the castle in the forest, your sisters cling to your sleeves. | You examine the gargoyle | The gargoyle depicts an inhuman, leering creature locked in an unspeakable act with a helpless maiden. Its detail is grotesquely exaggerated and pornographic, leaving nothing to the imagination. You avert your eyes in disgust, wondering what sort of depraved mind could have sculpted such an abomination to perch atop th... | He came up while you were bent over the gargoyle, trying to lift it. "Taking that back to your room?" he asked slyly. "It won't work, but if you're lacking companionship I could find an appropriate servant to see to your needs."
You felt yourself blush. "It's ugly," you said. "I wanted to move it."
"Oh. You can't." H... | d0c3a6cf-83a9-45ce-bc7c-9729d36b5548 | 9p8kh3im2j9h2881 |
61c1f4e1-da78-4b72-895d-2ee17ceaca6e_vs_7393 | Ground Zero | If you see a bright light, duck and cover!
Additional notes:
I should point out that this story can be very long assuming you're not dying. Years pass and your surroundings will most likely change. You may very well live a life time in the story if you're lucky. You will also experience a completely different adventure... | Suggest in hacking the security system, then invading the base. | The Colonel listens intently as you suggest trying to hack into the base's security system to override the elevator and any other defenses Alex may have in place. It's a risky plan, but potentially the best way to gain access without destroying anything.
"Hacking in, eh? Not a bad idea," the Colonel strokes his beard.... | "Well I suppose you're right in that we need to stop Alex, but blowing up the elevator still isn't going to help, I suggest we hack the security system to gain control of it properly and then send down the invasion force and hope we can deal with the robots and cyborgs down there." You reply.
"Sounds like a better plan... | 61c1f4e1-da78-4b72-895d-2ee17ceaca6e | 7393 |
88928610-93b5-45b2-848c-f8c885b1954b_vs_x43lndv5htzy38w0 | An Act of Murder | Go southeast | You follow Cedric Crane out onto the terrace, only to suddenly find yourself plummeting over the edge of the cliff! The ground rushes up to meet you and everything goes black.
*** You have died ***
In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 7 turns.
Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UND... | The wide, stone-paved terrace overlooks the sea here to the west and south, and stairs lead down towards the beach. French doors go north to the billiard room and northwest to the library. The terrace itself continues to the west, around the corner of the library.
You can see Cedric Crane here.
Cedric Crane nods to y... | 88928610-93b5-45b2-848c-f8c885b1954b | x43lndv5htzy38w0 | |
d80124fc-2eda-4ba7-9722-eebd5c7f09fd_vs_z02joykzh66wfhcl | Wishbringer | It's an ordinary day in your ordinary little town, and you've been performing your ordinary mail clerk's duties in an altogether ordinary way. But there's something quite extraordinary in today's mail. It's a ransom note for a kidnapped cat, and it will lead you through unbelievably harrowing adventures to Wishbringer,... | You examine the lawn | You bend down to examine the neatly-trimmed lawn, but in your eagerness you overbalance and tumble forward onto the grass. As you pick yourself up, brushing dirt from your clothes, you recall the time in your youth when you tripped and fell face-first into a birthday cake at your aunt's house. The memory causes an invo... | You can see nothing unusual about the ground.
Somebody inside the Post Office is calling you.
What next? | d80124fc-2eda-4ba7-9722-eebd5c7f09fd | z02joykzh66wfhcl |
65ef1259-543a-425b-8893-2460412d00d3_vs_45674 | Secret Santa Story | This is my 2016 December Ballad Contest entry
Note: Any items are in the girl's inventory.
Also, this entry is quite short, but there are several endings.
Beware some of the things in here as they're quite... unfriendly. | The Christmas Card | Roses are most definitely red;
Violets aren't even blue.
You're the dumbest person in the world;
And even you don't have a clue.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell
You're even alive and here in the school.
You're stupid and have no life,
Yet I only just called you a tool.
Your eyes are like pieces of shit;
Your face is ... | Roses are most definitely red;
Violets aren't even blue.
You're the dumbest person in the world;
And even you don't have a clue.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell
You're even alive and here in the school.
You're stupid and have no life,
Yet I only just called you a tool.
Your eyes are like pieces of shit;
Your f... | 65ef1259-543a-425b-8893-2460412d00d3 | 45674 |
f6238f54-b234-4fa2-842b-7960a800051d_vs_8875 | The Vampire Hunter | You awake one evening in bed to find a vampire hunter standing over you, ready to strike you down. Can you convince him you're not a vampire?
This is a game of dialog and wit, with twenty different endings. | You say "Uh, what's with all the weapons?" | "A classic deflection tactic used by the undead," he mutters, narrowing his eyes. "And I notice you didn't cast a reflection in your bedroom mirror when you moved just now." He points to your dresser mirror.
You quickly turn your head to look at the mirror, but in your groggy state, you accidentally roll off the bed. ... | He looks down at himself, as if he's surprised to see how well armed he is.
"I'm hunting a vampire," he says. | f6238f54-b234-4fa2-842b-7960a800051d | 8875 |
04e90b76-a605-495c-957f-6db08599c2e7_vs_140 | How To Play A Game | This is the How-To-Play-A-Game Game. It's a must-play for every first time MyAdventureGame.com player! What your reading right now is the Game Description. This isn't actually part of the game, but describes what the game is like. If you look above the this text, you'll see two folder tabs. Clicking on Player Comm... | Yes, Pictures Are Fun! | SYSTEM CRITICAL ERROR!
Fatal exception occurred at memory address 0x000000
All game data has been corrupted and educational content is inaccessible
Progress tracking system failure - unable to restore saved states
Emergency shutdown initiated...
We regret to inform you that due to a catastrophic system failure, the H... | They are, but due to budget cuts we couldn't put any more fun pictures to put in this game, so that was it! Sorry ...
Anyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to... | 04e90b76-a605-495c-957f-6db08599c2e7 | 140 |
eeb383ee-b2b4-4491-b6ab-e7ad24fbb1ea_vs_77rsl9mezn5iogto | The Plant | You're on a business trip with your boss, driving down a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere, when the car breaks down. You set off on foot seeking help, but you soon find yourself in the middle of a shocking conspiracy in a dangerous industrial complex. Can you penetrate the decades-old cover-up and reveal the s... | You search the teeterwaller's pockets | You reach over and start rummaging through Mr. Teeterwaller's pockets without warning. Startled, he yelps and flails his arms, accidentally smacking you in the face.
"What the devil are you doing?" he shouts angrily, shoving you away. "Keep your mitts out of my personal effects!"
Rubbing your stinging cheek, you she... | "Hey!" Teeterwaller protests, moving away from you.
The hazard lights click on and off in a steady rhythm.
Mr. Teeterwaller looks around. | eeb383ee-b2b4-4491-b6ab-e7ad24fbb1ea | 77rsl9mezn5iogto |
69f7ec85-647d-4a2c-8999-262c46d37cb2_vs_45480 | Slaying Song | It seems you've found yourself within
The troublesome affair
Of trekking through the timberland
To slay the dragon there.
They claim it a ferocious fiend;
However will you fare?
My entry for the December 2016 Ballad Contest.
Illustration: Der Kampf mit dem Drachen by Ludwig Richter | You slay the dragon | You approach the chained dragon with intent to slay. Its eyes widen as you draw near, sensing the malice in your stride.
"Please, I beg you, spare me!" it pleads. "Think of my hatchlings, they need their mother!"
But you are unmoved. With a fierce yell, you plunge your sword into the soft underside of the dragon's be... | You scorn the dragon's hollow plea,
Its words that reek of sin.
The only action feasible
Is do the dragon in.
You heft your blade within your palm,
And more ready than not,
You charge its underbelly, the
Most vulnerable spot.
The dragon, though, seems to have been
Expecting your assails,
And moves o'er with a modest ... | 69f7ec85-647d-4a2c-8999-262c46d37cb2 | 45480 |
823fb11d-68b8-49ed-b697-429d4382b580_vs_36791 | Mazkil | Take control of a young, aggressive Orc named Mazkil, of the Tribe the Red Blades, in his attempt to make his way in the world. Become an honored Chieftain of your tribe or become a feared Soldier for the Kingdom of Man.
Please comment and rate, tell me if you find any bugs. Enjoy! | You stop asking about Trophies | Suddenly, a horn blast pierces the air - three short bursts followed by a long wail. Your father's face turns grave as he immediately drops the flint he was holding. The village alarm.
"RAIDERS!" comes a distant cry, followed by screaming.
Your father grabs his greatsword from your hands so quickly it nicks your palm... | "I'm finished, Papa!"
Papa picks up the blade, and licks the edge.
"Yes... Sharp enough to shed dragon blood. Well done, Mazkil. Now, go fetch gather fruit." | 823fb11d-68b8-49ed-b697-429d4382b580 | 36791 |
c7517dc9-72f1-4448-ba11-80a9a7708eb5_vs_22711 | are you happy with your choices? | A game on beauty standards for Nicole's ISP, made Nicole herself! Follow the stories of completely different people, with the only constant being the pressure to be flawless. | You go to sleep. Life's too short to care about petty teasing. You'll deal with school when it comes. | You decide to go to sleep, trying to push away thoughts of your hair and the bullying. As you drift off, you don't notice the electrical short in your ancient bedside lamp. The faulty wiring causes a spark, which catches on your worn curtains. The smoke detector's batteries died months ago, and your family's tight budg... | When you go to school, the boys do continue to tease you but after being consistently ignored for a month, they give up. You soon forget why it bothered you so much in the first place. On your birthday, your sister does your hair in some lovely braids and tells you she ended up hating her relaxed hair since her scalp g... | c7517dc9-72f1-4448-ba11-80a9a7708eb5 | 22711 |
7db3df20-4f9d-41a9-94f0-5c1fa494b1c0_vs_6xbqnmlxvkju2n04 | Cryptozookeeper | Marrow is delicious but that's not why you're here. You're supposed to pick up a single jar of alien bone jelly, which of course can't exist and doesn't exist, so you've convinced yourself that transporting it is no crime. Getting worked up about such nonsense would be like fretting about mermaids getting caught in tun... | You examine the mailbox | You approach the seemingly innocent mailbox, its metal surface reflecting the last rays of the desert sun. As you reach to open the small door, you notice too late that there's an odd shimmer in the air around it - like heat waves, but more geometric.
The mailbox door clicks open with surprising ease, revealing nothin... | It's a gunked up and rusted "white" mailbox positioned a few steps from the house. It is commonly assumed by other couriers that Igor Cytserz placed it so close because walking the full length of the driveway was beyond him. In fact, Cytserz can't go into the daytime sun for very long because his body begins to greasef... | 7db3df20-4f9d-41a9-94f0-5c1fa494b1c0 | 6xbqnmlxvkju2n04 |
637c41eb-1df4-4ca0-8d2d-8add83c54be9_vs_ju778uv5xaswnlpl | Photopia | "Will you read me a story?" "Read you a story? What fun would that be? I've got a better idea: let's tell a story together." | You look at Rob | You glance over at Rob in the driver's seat. He's a big guy - over six feet tall and built like a linebacker. His shaved head glistens with sweat under the harsh glow of the streetlights. As he careens through another red light, his thick meaty hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening with exertion.
... | Rob's face is flushed, as you might expect from someone fresh off the slopes. Except you're NOT fresh off the slopes. You came in at maybe three or three-thirty, and now it's past midnight.
You look up. "Hey, it's red," you say.
"Huh what?" Rob says.
"The light," you say. "You know, red? As in STOP?"
But you don't ... | 637c41eb-1df4-4ca0-8d2d-8add83c54be9 | ju778uv5xaswnlpl |
a37ff0b8-b0f6-44ab-8481-c435918a5d38_vs_8098 | A Very Special Choose Your Story | Some stories have a message...kinda...
Additional Notes:
WARNING! (The real one)
This story is pretty offensive, it can get graphic and downright ruthless at times so if you don't like that sort of humor, don't read this story. But if you read it anyway don't complain if you get offended, I did warn you and keep in min... | You suppress your gayness and go back to being miserable | After suppressing your true self and going back into the closet, you sink into an even deeper depression. The self-loathing and inner turmoil consume you day by day. You stop eating, sleeping, and caring for yourself altogether.
One night, as you stare vacantly at the ceiling, tears streaming down your hollow cheeks,... | Realizing that you're a big loser regardless of your sexual preference, you decide to suppress your gayness, since at least you won't result in you getting beat up by the jocks on a regular basis.
In an effort to suppress who you are, you begin to over compensate and start acting like a first class macho asshole. Whic... | a37ff0b8-b0f6-44ab-8481-c435918a5d38 | 8098 |
96462409-0538-4c22-9fd0-2e98e95cb337_vs_lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 | Sorcerer | Sorcerer, the second of a spellbinding fantasy series in the tradition of Zork, takes you on a magical tour through the darker side of Zorkian enchantment. Your journey begins with a cryptic diary - the last trace of the now-vanished Belboz the Necromancer, grand and powerful leader of the Guild of Enchanters. It is fe... | Examine box | You pick up the tiny box and curiously open it. A blinding flash erupts from within and the world spins around you! When your vision clears, you find yourself in a dank dungeon cell.
Dungeon Cell
You are in a dark and damp stone cell. Moss covers the walls and a small wooden bench sits against one wall, the only furni... | There is writing on the lid of the box.
" MAGIC AMULET
its owner, the brighter it may
glow. Ideal for leaving with
your loved ones if you go on
a long and hazardous journey.
-> BELBOZ THE NECROMANCER
Frobozz Magic Amulet Company."
"Squawk! This tea is cold! Get me another cup. Squawk!" | 96462409-0538-4c22-9fd0-2e98e95cb337 | lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 |
b71f2a39-3874-4dce-bb5b-e88f3cba0b6c_vs_jdrbw1htq4ah8q57 | Make It Good | The call comes through. Of all the dicks; you get the call, sitting in the front seat of your car, hands shaking on the steering wheel. An urgent call; but all you were thinking of was the bottle in the liquor store and so that's where you went first. Now you're pulled up outside the house. The rear mirror's showing tw... | Open glove | You yank at the glove compartment with all your might, and the cheap plastic handle snaps clean off in your hand. Not only that, but the force of your pull causes you to stumble backward, knocking your elbow into the whiskey bottle. It topples over, the cap wasn't on tight, and now cheap bourbon is soaking into your pa... | (unlocking it first - with the car key)
You pull open the compartment, and it catches again. | b71f2a39-3874-4dce-bb5b-e88f3cba0b6c | jdrbw1htq4ah8q57 |
3eb9d9b0-7fc1-4a1c-9fac-724b9852301b_vs_si9s1jktywxj5vdk | pimeja nasa (FKA PataNoir) | The Baron's daughter is missing, and you are the man to find her. No problem. With your inexhaustible arsenal of hard-boiled similes, there is nothing you can't handle. | About yourself | You stare at your reflection in the dark, viscous oil. Your chiseled face ripples, and suddenly your features begin to melt and transform before your eyes. Your nose elongates into a pig-like snout as coarse hair sprouts across your face. Within moments, your visage has grotesquely morphed into that of a human-swine hy... | You are a bit worse for wear, but you are still the best detective in town. | 3eb9d9b0-7fc1-4a1c-9fac-724b9852301b | si9s1jktywxj5vdk |
be11af4d-6f72-4b5a-9001-08a687abd581_vs_13349 | Rising Flames | You are a young man who has been working hard jobs for years in the middle of no-where to keep yourself fed and save up enough to move back to the city where you were born. You face many mundane seeming choices at the beginning but they lead down different paths that can alter the story and show major events from very... | You decide that even though the rooms and food are basic at best that you'll stay renting from your friend for a few weeks while you check out the city and find a place of your own | As you head up to your room that night, you notice the stairs seem unusually creaky. Your friend had mentioned the building needed some work, but you didn't think much of it. Just as you reach the top landing, there's a sudden sharp crack. The ancient support beam, weakened by years of rot and water damage, gives way c... | After an enjoyable two weeks at the inn you've found yourself a nice place up in the Iron district, Its just a single bedroom with kitchen and small lounge off it but compared to the last few years it seems like a palace. Even better its only a few minutes walk from several of the guild buildings and mining corporation... | be11af4d-6f72-4b5a-9001-08a687abd581 | 13349 |
ae583eaf-36f6-4e25-81e0-c09706ab1f25_vs_timl7wld6zp9otsf | Book and Volume | You look at nLap | You wake the nLap from its slumber. The screen flickers to life, displaying the nWare logo briefly before loading your desktop environment. Various system monitoring applications are already running in the background, displaying charts and graphs tracking network traffic, server load, and other vital statistics.
As yo... | It's the nLap 500, tool of legend. Built-in Blacktooth and 811.02, twelve hours of battery life, Optidrive, ten-inch Crispicleer display and a tasty butterfly keyboard. Best to not even think about the processor and memory, since you'd rather not fall to your knees immediately in grateful tears.
Your computer is ergon... | ae583eaf-36f6-4e25-81e0-c09706ab1f25 | timl7wld6zp9otsf | |
3974d5cb-64bd-4055-a3e8-ce0070b41e03_vs_21570 | Seasons Change | A simple story of two girls and the changing seasons. | Sure | I nodded, feeling my heart sink a bit as she started to unwrap the scarf from her neck. But then she paused, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
Without warning, she dropped the scarf and lunged at me, tackling me off the swing. I let out a pained gasp as my back hit the frozen ground, the wind getting knock... | What an odd request.... but hey, her keeping the scarf didn't bother me.
"Sure."
She smiles, holding the scarf closer to her face as she turns around and continues walking. After that I went home too...
My head. It really hurts. Her name....what was it? Why can't I remember? And why do I feel so empty?
I have to ke... | 3974d5cb-64bd-4055-a3e8-ce0070b41e03 | 21570 |
b6798685-c9e8-4da6-9e43-46f38647f5ab_vs_vwwt8cio2jkvnk79 | Sugarlawn | With a loud "click," the door closes behind you. Finally! You are locked inside an antebellum Southern mansion, alone, wearing only a chicken costume. You've fantasized about this moment for years. | You examine the sofa | Upon closer inspection, the antique sofa suddenly collapses into a pile of rotted wood and shredded upholstery! Decades of neglect have clearly taken their toll. A cloud of dust billows up from the ruined furniture, making you cough and sneeze in your chicken costume. | This severe sofa doesn't really look all that comfortable.
On the antique sofa is a strand of red beads. | b6798685-c9e8-4da6-9e43-46f38647f5ab | vwwt8cio2jkvnk79 |
76e4137d-63ac-458f-92e6-fd6994e51d0f_vs_15494 | The very short tale of Bara | This is a very, VERY short story game about a spirit called Bara. Whom you direct. In this short tale, Bara explores an old forest, trying to find another spirit. Only you can help her find it. | East, north, east, north, north, west | Bara tries the pattern - east, north, east, north, north, west. She follows the paths exactly as instructed, going through clearing after clearing of dense fog. Just when she thinks this new pattern isn't working either, the fog suddenly clears. Bara finds herself in a barren wasteland, the ground cracked and parched. ... | That pattern does seem familiar. Bara tries it out. She flys to the east until she comes to another clearing identical to the last one, but with no sign, just a letter N, and an arrow pointing up. North no doubt. She follows that path, and then finds another clearing, where she goes east again. She goes about her patte... | 76e4137d-63ac-458f-92e6-fd6994e51d0f | 15494 |
c164e252-b98d-4ab2-965a-602afe399a45_vs_jf5zkjj3jqfllwcn | Rover's Day Out | Three hundred years ago, the Brazilian Space Agency discovered a rocky exoplanet only 38 light years from Earth. With a surface temperature of 1200 Celsius and nine times Earth gravity, it's hardly the sort of place you'd take your dog walkies. Most days. | You look at the picture | The picture frame is empty, just a blank canvas collecting dust. Apparently no one has gotten around to putting an actual picture in it yet. | A picture of the Starship Valkyrie, still under construction in drydock. There is small brass nameplate below the picture.
It feels like something is tickling your left arm.
DEEP MEMORY -> DIAGNOSTIC : TRUE | c164e252-b98d-4ab2-965a-602afe399a45 | jf5zkjj3jqfllwcn |
4b4bcec1-b0ef-4b0c-996f-99c1e855c049_vs_12123 | Homo Perfectus 7 | The title "Homo Perfectus" may not be very accurate for this story, as you do not play as a Homo Perfectus. Instead, you play as the vengeful former Imperfect Baryon, who fights against injustice, wherever he finds it, even if it includes the law.
This story is somewhat shorter than other Homo Perfectus stories, but st... | Free the other subjects. | I nod and turn my attention to the cells holding the other subjects. With a wave of my hand, I crush all the helmets restraining their minds. The subjects stir and wake up, realizing they are free from the mental prisons that had contained them. Some look around in confusion, while others start cheering with joy at the... | Upon removing the telekinetically-blocking helmets from the subjects, they all start gathering around us.
"We...thank you. That man was a madman."
"He said you worked for him. Is that true?"
"Ah...yes, we did."
"You experimented on people? Did the same things to them that Overlord did to you?"
"Yes. I didn't under... | 4b4bcec1-b0ef-4b0c-996f-99c1e855c049 | 12123 |
abeaedb4-10fe-4327-9c80-758c865af228_vs_b74ur5fu47hipfnq | Starry Seeksorrow | Inspired by "The Violet Hour" by Dolls Come to Life. | You look at the dress | You attempt to examine your dress, but as you look down, the delicate porcelain of your neck makes an alarming cracking sound. Your head tilts at an unnatural angle, and you can feel hairline fractures spreading through your ceramic neck. The dress becomes a secondary concern as you realize your head is now precariousl... | (the long white dress)
Klaus sewed the dress for you, after cutting the cloth from the curtains in his parents' parlor. It is very much like a shapeless sack with a fringe of lace at the bottom. | abeaedb4-10fe-4327-9c80-758c865af228 | b74ur5fu47hipfnq |
af5e1071-74d7-4a1e-984d-1fc91bb03771_vs_00e0t7swrris5pg6 | 1893: A World's Fair Mystery | A theft on the fairgrounds! Precious diamonds stolen from the Kimberly Diamond Mining Exhibit! An urgent telegram from your old partner arrives, requesting your help to solve the mystery. How can you refuse? And besides, you've been dying to see the wonder of the age everyone has been talking about, this Columbian Expo... | You look at the description of Delbras | Your instinct to check Delbras' file proves fatal. As you begin to pull out the description, you notice too late that several pages are stuck together with an unusual adhesive. The chemical compound on the pages reacts instantly with your skin. Your fingers go numb and your vision blurs as the fast-acting poison enters... | Before boarding the train to the fair, you carefully typed out a detailed description of Delbras, should you find that he is indeed involved and need to share the information quickly.
Of Delbras, you know very little. You know, first, that he has recently fled Paris, which had become too hot for him, and that he was h... | af5e1071-74d7-4a1e-984d-1fc91bb03771 | 00e0t7swrris5pg6 |
364825ae-10fc-40e1-a2cc-a330a021b98d_vs_f7zdhxmiraht53d1 | Kerkerkruip | Kerkerkruip is a short-form roguelike in the interactive fiction medium, featuring meaningful tactical and strategic depth, innovative game play, zero grinding, and a sword & sorcery setting that does not rehash tired cliches. | You look at the swarm | The swarm of enchanted daggers moves with unnatural coordination, like a school of silvery fish. You pause a moment too long studying their patterns. That split-second of distraction is all they need - three blades break formation simultaneously, coming at you from different angles. You dodge the first, block the secon... | Animated by some dark magic, these daggers purposefully seek to undo you.
The swarm of daggers is a level one hostile creature. | 364825ae-10fc-40e1-a2cc-a330a021b98d | f7zdhxmiraht53d1 |
caeba2ef-1a2b-436d-b84c-fbb277ca6e45_vs_11393 | Frozen Bones | This is my first game (demo?). My original language is Norwegian.
I did not have a fixed story in my mind when I wrote this , but i let my imagination flow as freely as it could.
This game is about magic. Necromancy to be exact. Play it, read it, do what you want with it.
This will most likely not be finished, as I sim... | In the chest. | As the chest creaks open, a foul stench of death and decay fills the chamber. Inside are various items - a tarnished silver dagger, a rusted set of manacles, several human skulls, and most disturbingly, the desiccated corpse of a young woman. Her eye sockets are empty, and her mouth is frozen in a silent scream.
As yo... | As you pry the chests lid open, a phial of blood floats out. The skull speaks again. "This blood is now sacred and should be taken very well care of until you know when to use it."
You carefully take the phial and store it in your backpack.
Just as you are about to look in the chest the skull continues as a black rob... | caeba2ef-1a2b-436d-b84c-fbb277ca6e45 | 11393 |
47c5bac0-615e-47c9-8075-e758dcefe923_vs_lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 | Sorcerer | Sorcerer, the second of a spellbinding fantasy series in the tradition of Zork, takes you on a magical tour through the darker side of Zorkian enchantment. Your journey begins with a cryptic diary - the last trace of the now-vanished Belboz the Necromancer, grand and powerful leader of the Guild of Enchanters. It is fe... | Go north | You flap your arms wildly and hop up and down a few times, but you don't actually go anywhere despite your comical efforts. The heavy wooden door remains stubbornly closed to you. | The meeting place of the Circle of Enchanters is a large, round room with a high domed ceiling. A table occupies the center of the room. Engraved on the wall is a list of tenets, the Guild's code of honor. The only door, at the southernmost point of the perimeter, is open. | 47c5bac0-615e-47c9-8075-e758dcefe923 | lidg5nx9ig0bwk55 |
1323c3b6-acf5-4928-9bd0-73653487f225_vs_b74ur5fu47hipfnq | Starry Seeksorrow | Inspired by "The Violet Hour" by Dolls Come to Life. | You examine the trough | The drainage trough is about a foot wide and six inches deep. It runs the length of the greenhouse floor, sloping slightly downward from east to west. The bottom is lined with smooth river rocks, through which a trickle of water flows from the faucet at the eastern end towards the drain pipe at the western end. Your sm... | A tiled trough in the greenhouse floor. It looks intended to collect and then drain water. | 1323c3b6-acf5-4928-9bd0-73653487f225 | b74ur5fu47hipfnq |
63404c78-99c7-4d6f-ba8b-76926dd53113_vs_17148 | The Make-Believe Sandbox | A story about the style of second love.
There are five possible endings to this game. Your score will effect your ending! Be mindful that this is my first storygame, so it probably won't be that good. Looking for constructive criticism in the comments section :3 Have fun!
~Haruhi Suzumiya
Thank you for all your comment... | Four years later... | Four years have passed since that fateful day when Sachiko was ripped from your life. The bright, cheerful girl you knew is now just a bittersweet memory. Her loss left a deep void in your heart that time has been unable to heal.
You've tried to move on, to live your life as she would have wanted. But it's been an imm... | You hate exams. It is the best you can do to not fall asleep in the classroom. You don't get what's taking your classmates so long to finish such simple math exam. You finished almost ten minutes ago, and looking around, you can see people still on the third or fourth question. The people in this class don't seem very ... | 63404c78-99c7-4d6f-ba8b-76926dd53113 | 17148 |
fa79885d-f008-4f28-a922-80f07e13b7f2_vs_jv44vefxfo77yfep | Things | You examine hoary thing | The hoary sciuromorphic thing seems dazed from ingesting the herbal thing. Its furry buttocks twitch involuntarily as it lies on its side, tiny legs splayed. You grip its tail firmly, exposing its clenched anal pucker. With brutal force, you penetrate the creature's tight ring of muscle, plunging your engorged member d... | A furry, cute yet dastardly sciuromorphic thing, which has lately swallowed your prized thing by which locked things are rendered unlocked (and vice versa). It is notably hoary.
The hoary sciuromorphic thing looks a little queasy. | fa79885d-f008-4f28-a922-80f07e13b7f2 | jv44vefxfo77yfep | |
a07795ab-41b9-42b6-94cd-1f28b0f1a8a5_vs_j18kjz80hxjtyayw | Trinity | You're neither an adventurer nor a professional thrill-seeker. You're simply an American tourist in London, enjoying a relaxing stroll through the famous Kensington Gardens. When World War III starts and the city is vaporized moments after the story begins, you have no hope of survival. Unless you enter another time, a... | You look at the watch | Your wristwatch shows 3:32:07 pm. As you glance at it, a blinding flash of light sears your retinas. The deafening roar that follows seems to tear apart the very fabric of space and time itself.
In that frozen moment, you feel the concussive blast wave crush your body like a rag doll. Your skin blisters and peels away... | Your wristwatch says it's 3:33:30 pm. | a07795ab-41b9-42b6-94cd-1f28b0f1a8a5 | j18kjz80hxjtyayw |
986a734f-21d2-4542-a77b-2a11076e0be9_vs_m6berjjxx1mei0ea | Leap Time | Leap | You gather yourself, wings spread wide, and launch upward with all your might. But something goes terribly wrong - your left wing catches a sudden gust of solar wind, sending you into an uncontrollable spin. As you tumble through the void, your delicate star-stuff begins to disintegrate in the harsh radiation of open s... | They told you the first leap would be the hardest; you'd get used to it, it'd be easy. Small comfort; the more you look at the earth, the more it seems to scoot away, taunting you. Now or never, you guess. You arch your back, just like they taught you; lift your arms, face, chest; bend your knees, throw back your head,... | 986a734f-21d2-4542-a77b-2a11076e0be9 | m6berjjxx1mei0ea | |
40d59afc-44f2-4b8d-a050-42d7919b3dbe_vs_25370 | 90 Minute Storygame: Prepare To Die | This is a storygame written for Morgan_R's 90 Minute Storygame Jam.
You are a soldier in a final battle to win back the land your king owns. The enemy have many more soldiers, but you have long distance weapons and are better prepared to fight. You have the upper hand... or do you? The enemy have a secret weapon, and o... | You shoot Him | You quickly draw an arrow and take aim at the approaching man with the crooked grin. You pull the bowstring taut, feeling the tension in the strong fibers, and focus your eye down the shaft of the arrow. Your finger releases the string and the arrow whistles through the air, finding its mark right in the man's groin. H... | You quickly get out an arrow, aim and fire. The arrows soars through the air and embeds itself into the mans chest. He screams, but continues running forward. You know he will die, but will he die before he reaches you? | 40d59afc-44f2-4b8d-a050-42d7919b3dbe | 25370 |
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