Written as an ode to both John Gray's MasterPC: The Victim's Perspective and TheWeaver's MadLibby on mcstories, as well as an attempt to train myself to write some shorter chapters for a change, here is a reality altering story based heavily on the game "Cards Against Humanity". The mind controlling board game is a very old trope in this genre for...
Imagine for a second that you're in a restaurant-of those poncy deals where they won't even consider hiring a maitre'd without a british accent-and you "accidentally" drop your glass of obnoxiously overpriced wine to stall for time. Before it can ruin the exquisite Persian rug, however, it needs to reach the point halfway between there and your hand-and befo...
Welcome to the world of pokemon... just not as you may know it. First, pokemon are more anthropomorphic than animal. And second, they have actually taken over the world, and you are an unfortunate victim of this fact. While most humans are allowed to live comfortable lives or kept as pets, you on the otherhand, are a ****. And your home is the arena. A place...
A collective bright tone sounded through the minds of everyone present in the aula. The tone was typical as a request for silence, emptying the minds to a blank state of general receptiveness, and the start of the course, all in one. It would be a lesson directed by a docent, capable in mind transference to a large group of people, all at once. “Welcome, eve...
Hi All, Blozo here. I'm a fat old retired Registered Nurse who hasn't had an erection in ten years. I write some pretty wild fiction. And I use a lot of descriptions that other authors use too. It never fails that someone in the comments section gets all bent out of shape about the fact, and I hereby stipulate that it is a fact, that what I'm describing...
Chapter Fifteen Intrepid - 3755 C.E. Paul had never shown much interest in the other passengers and crew of the Intrepid in all the months since he first boarded the space ship. He didn't feel comfortable in the company of soldiers, he didn't need to see the crew very often, and there were no other computer archaeologists amongst the scientists. He was more...
CHAPTER 4: FOOD OF THE GODS The colony had spent the first six months tackling all the problems that any new group of settlers have no matter how well planned their settlement may be. Equipment shortages and malfunctions, injuries and sickness, unexpected extremes of conditions and a thousand and one variations on Murphy's Law, that had been found to be equ...
You are John, a young college student. A scrawny, nerdy looking-kid with glasses, very awkward personality and thus still a virgin. In fact, the only things you had been blessed with was high intelligence, and an enormous sex-organ, but that was of no use when it came to girls. At least, not until they actually reached into your pants. You had kissed a girl...
"So, uh, before anyone does anything that they might regret," I said, lifting up my hands. Several Doyen paladins were standing before me and the rest of Bravo Squad (and Vicky Smith, but I wasn't sure that she counted yet) and each of them had their psi-swords crackling and sparking. Behind them, the civilians were rapidly fleeing the interior city. Clearly...
"Take a seat, Janice," the braintech said, gesturing toward the chair. I sighed in resignation, as I always disliked being connected to that machine, but knew that it was critical that my every experience and thought from my latest assignment be extracted and stored and analyzed by what was rumored to be the most elaborate, complex, and thorough computer eve...