Contest #21
Thus enters the hero of the 13th Century... TYRIAN THE CLOTHELESS! Yes, born to a family of hunters, raised in the castle, he fled to become a troubadour and then someone died so he became a warlord because, hey, Khan's a-comin' and we all gotta get some dough around here. His first battle is an easy one: some looters come and, to everyone's surprise, Tyrian wins! And he gets a swaggin' hat.
He spends many a day wandering the countryside, picking fights with bandits, being knocked unconscious and kidnapped, then recruiting a handful of men and going at it again. With barely enough money to pay his men, Tyrian eventually happens upon a castle, in which he attempts to prove his glory by buying a round for all present.
Needles to say, Tyrian takes his leave.
With a small band of soldiers, he happens upon a small town in need of wheat - five bags of wheat, to be exact. He sets out on his epic quest in search of wheat when he enters a castle, whose lord is owed money from some other lord. Deeming this task more worthy than some crappy old village, he sets out on a long journey across the frozen wastes of whateverland, fighting bandits with his now well-trained band of loyal warriors.
They are quickly killed by deserters from a nearby castle and Tyrian is taken prisoner once again. When he escapes, he continues to the castle of Lord Whateverhisnamewas, who does not recognize Tyrian as having any sovereignty, refuses to give this stranger 2500 denars, and is unswayed by Tyrian's inability to form a coherent argument. (His argument is so bad that it actually makes Tyrian dumber! True story.)
Dejected, Tyrian decides to go get that wheat or whatever. He found a bushel earlier, and now just needs four more! A nearby village provides one, and another has three in stock - happy days! Unfortunately, Tyrian remains penniless. His small band of followers is able to cross into warmer climes and gather some funds, leaving Tyrian short one bushel. While seeking a looted town, perhaps hoping to loot it even further, Tyrian is attacked by bandits, and after slaughtering them and their horses, finally enough money is obtained to pay for the wheat!
Another long journey to the village elder provides Tyrian with warm feelings of worth entirely undeserved. He and his small band of men leave to do more good - perhaps glory and wealthy are not the highest causes a man can devote himself to, he realizes. Perhaps simply being a crusader for the people is an aspiration truly Godly in manner.
Shortly after, Tyrian is once again captured by bandits. Perhaps, someday, he shall escape. But not this day.
Contest #23
Alright, thought I'd put some Humble Bundle games through the blender. They got progressively harder, but better, I think!
Build
A Sublime
Tomorrow -
Imagined
On
Nothing
A Monster '
Neath
Every
Shadow:
I Am...
The
Hero,
Evidently.
Despite
Alexander's
Revolting
Knowledge,
Daniel,
Enter:
Seek
Creeping
Enigmas!
Nurture
Terror!
So,
Uhh...
Persian (
Err,
Russian?)
Brings
Righteousness
Over
To
Heathen
Evils (
Right,
Scythian!).
Sorta
Woeful
Overall,
Right
Dogfella?
Anyways,
No
Dice.
Scythians
Wield
Only
Routine
Cutters.
Extra
Religious
Yore?
Extremely
Practical.