- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
A chill wind blew through the long, crisscrossed halls of the ancient base. This blocky, rectangular base was from the early days in Biocybera's empirical regime. The steel inner walls remained shockingly stable, with only a few rust spots. Snow rested in the halls nearest the wide-open armored doors at the front, and dust laid in heavy drifts further inside. The wiring inside the walls, accessible by cutting the rivets or picking the panel locks, was mostly intact, and the further in a person went, the less touched it became.
Most people, one could assume, left pretty quickly rather than delve deeper into the gridded halls. Ancient blood stains, untouched by time, stood starkly on the wall. In one, a bullet hole marked the central point—likely evidence that the stories about the cruelty of Biocybera and her generals were true.
To the persistent trekker, deep in the center of the base, farthest from the front door, a door stood out. Rather than a sliding door with a card reader, this one opened as soon as a person entered its proximity.
Many people fled from the sudden movement in the darkness.
Stairs beyond the door led downward to a hall of similarly sliding doors. Each looked in on an empty room, with a few outlet plugs on the wall.
At the end of the hall, another sliding door led to stairs, and another row of sliding doors. At the far end, however, under one of the doors, the observant could see faint, shifting light...
Most people, one could assume, left pretty quickly rather than delve deeper into the gridded halls. Ancient blood stains, untouched by time, stood starkly on the wall. In one, a bullet hole marked the central point—likely evidence that the stories about the cruelty of Biocybera and her generals were true.
To the persistent trekker, deep in the center of the base, farthest from the front door, a door stood out. Rather than a sliding door with a card reader, this one opened as soon as a person entered its proximity.
Many people fled from the sudden movement in the darkness.
Stairs beyond the door led downward to a hall of similarly sliding doors. Each looked in on an empty room, with a few outlet plugs on the wall.
At the end of the hall, another sliding door led to stairs, and another row of sliding doors. At the far end, however, under one of the doors, the observant could see faint, shifting light...