as Edam the sauceror wander the now desicated town,he remembers the days before that darn council elected that stupid president,they ruined his life,it's time for him to end it,he will get the soccerres's help, as he climbs the tower ,the smell of corpses nearly choke him,but he continue,as he approach the top,the blood curdling scream of the socceres knock him down,the door opens Edam sees the president absorbing the socccerres and using her soul to open a portal,as cosmic darkness appear from the portal,Edam's vision and the kingdom goes dark
B. Pebble on the sidewalk - 147 pts - 4th
Life seemed so simple, once. Before the rifts appeared. Before you saw beyond the veil. Saw what should have never been seen. Now, you no longer knew what was real. What was up, what was down, what was yet to be or what had long since been. Not since that ill-fated day you fell victim to your own gnawing curiosity and peered into the writhing abyss, and their forbidden whispers invaded the depths of your mind, never to be wrenched loose from the crevices of their unwilling host:
"Shadows Over Loathing, Asymmetric's newest video game, is now available for 22.99... "
C. Albreicht - 35 pts - 21st
“Peace,” a word seldom uttered in Speakies of Loathing, was muttered to a portrait beside the window shutters of the Purple Door. When dawn pierced the shutter slats we’re left beholding a booze sippin’ widow the summer morn of their daughter’s betrothing. "You gave it all, ya lousy boar." She’d dare presume the manifest of a nation left at the behest of an eldritch courting President, but anyone’s guess would best attest. Ultimately, to a wizened flapper of yore what was before her implored a certain kindness regarding the measure of time. For today was sublime, yes, today was sublime.
D. Soxfan196o - 51 pts - 18th
Once upon a time, in the land of Shadows Over Loathing, a brave adventurer set out on a quest to save their drunken uncle. Armed with a keyboard and a mouse, the adventurer navigated through treacherous lag spikes and glitches, battling monsters and collecting loot along the way.
Near the end of their quest, they found themselves face to face with the ultimate challenge: rollover.
Frustrated and defeated, the adventurer closed the game. "Guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow," they muttered.
Little did they know, but this was the game's way of reminding them to stretch their legs.
E. Chadomancer - 186 pts - 3rd
The moon hung in the sky like a cyclopean eye looking for that last chip in a tube of Pringles. The job was not going as planned. The item was in a different building, the contact never showed due to a couple bullet-sized holes about their person, and the whole case was littered with things that habitually went bump in the night. At least it looked like I would actually get paid for this one, and that crazy dame definitely made it worth my while. All things considered, maybe it was time to start thinking about that seaside retirement package.
F. KoL Miners Daughter - 317 pts - 1st
*ring*
Bloodshot eyes stared at the ringing device upon the wall.
*ring*
It should not sound! It is not connected!
*ring*
A cold feeling spread through her as her hand moved towards the receiver.
*ring*
Room growing darker! Shadows moving in!
*ring*
"Stop it!" Her words echoed off the increasingly claustrophobic walls.
*ring*
"Stop it." This time whispered in a croaked voice, her hand grasped onto the reciever.
*ring*
She pulled the receiver from the cradle, brought it to her ear. A voice, hers, choked with fear: "H-hello?"
"Hello. This a collect call of 'Cthulhu.' Do you accept the charges?"
G. PowerfulJB - 67 pts - 12th
Shadows over loathing.... That's what they always used to say. Shadows... over loathing. What even WERE shadows? Where or what is Loathing? Were we supposed to know? Would we EVER know? I mean, Shadows? And it's "over" Loathing? When did we learn about these Shadows? Where did they come from? I don't know! Loathing... Shadows... Over... I mean, what was I supposed to do with this information? As I sat there, all I could think of was one thing... Shadows over Loathing! It would never leave my mind! It would drive me insane! I knew it would! And it did.
H. Blakksheep1 - 144 pts - 6th
You deal 345 damage!
Ella tumbles in a mess of limbs and wings. You lock gazes, panting.
"I... lost," Ella mutters. She seems almost... happy?
"Yes," you groan.
"I'm not... undefeatable... anymore."
"Yeah." You straighten. "Think this resolves your murderous angst. Let's go."
Ella moves to follow, but freezes.
"No," she mutters. "No."
"What!?"
"NO!"
Her words resonate, the cave shakes. Ella floats up, glowing red. Shadow rifts open. Ella screams, then vanishes. In her place, an Ella-shaped hole in reality.
You hear Dizzen again.
Hatred begets Hatred, Violence begets Violence, Loathing begets Loathing.
You're fighting Ella-No-Longer, Star of Loathing.
I. Sammu - 59 pts - 14th
Across the streets many walk, on bounded paths and professional talk,
With courteous speed each make their way, while under the watchful light of day,
But as the sun marches on, it bids us dusk before dawn,
The moon creeps out in an oblong lap, giving rise to a hush-chilled tap.
For many this peace is tense at best, showing their true colors at rest,
Some do find a power in night, wanderers of the woods might call it flight,
Bandits and brigands quietly wait, while the shapes in the shadows begin to grate.
Against the mind, and against fate.
J. misquellaneous - 54 pts - 16th
The Adventurer raced ahead of the shadow, the meatcar's tank running low. Behind them, the Orc Chasm filled to satisfaction, goats drunkenly bleated their last, and Mount Noob became Noob Hill. What was this? Nothing? Now that would be something. One chance remained. With one last slosh of meat, they launched from The Temple of Literacy's roof and sailed through the portal. "How-deeee! Welcome to the after-OOF!" the Gatekeeper said as their ghost face smooshed into cloud. "Sorry!" the Adventurer yelled back, "no time for karma!" Now high above, they surveyed the kingdom. The coffee cup had been spilled. "Again!?"
K. Fargblabble - 253 pts -2nd
Dripping with pitch-black ichor, the Adventurer emerged from the fountain.
Strange, he remembered as if dreaming how he'd once erupted from the Rift, panicked; clawing and gasping for breath. No longer.
Slipping in and out had become second nature. Enjoyable. He now relished the Rift's incomparable embrace.
Other adventurers had begun avoiding him.
No matter. The presence of others, or the thought of spending too long outside of the Rift, made his skin crawl.
It was becoming difficult to speak, even whisper.
His thinking had slowed, simplified.
These were good things.
He knew what he must do.
The Void beckoned
L. pastalavista_BABEE - 51 pts - 19th
In Shadows Over Loathing, adventurers embark on a perilous mission to retrieve a magical artifact. Navigating through treacherous terrain, they endure battles with formidable foes.
Their journey leads them to a chasm where they engage in a fierce encounter with a dragon guarding the artifact. The team emerges victorious and claims the prize.
Their triumph is brief as a horde of goblins overrun them, intent on capturing the artifact. The adventurers fought bravely and emerged heroes.
Exhausted yet victorious, the team safely returns to their guild. They reminisce on their achievements, excited to rest and recover from their challenging quest.
M. tookums - 63 pts - 13th
She gazed out the window as she sipped her gimlet. It was made just the way that he always made it, yet somehow, it never tasted the same when she made it. They say things can be made with love and now she understood this.
Naughty they called her. How could she be naughty when all she wanted was love?
She lost her love on a stupid quest. Frank his name was.
Now she had trapped time in an infinite loop so she could work out how to bring him back.
Now all that was left was shadows over loathing.
N. tallinnislit - 54 pts - 16th
Here I was, stuck shadowing some mid-level empty cursed suit again. My new job at WayStar LoathingCo was perhaps overpaid, so I had to learn fast. Greg, my new buddy, was trying to get me to schedule some corporate shadow demon’s week. “This job is your shadow bread and butter. Be careful, because the big guy’s more shadow stick than carrot,” he warned.
“No, no, no!” I suddenly heard from the next room. “Shadow rifts are our biggest market!”
“We’d better just move along,” Greg said. “I don’t want to be here when the shadow bricks start flying.” Fair enough.
O. Oztrich - 59 pts -14th
Charlie worshiped pasta. He morphed anything into noodles. One day, he stumbled upon a rift in Distant Woods. It opened to Shadows over Loathing, a magical realm of weirdos and miracles. He glimpsed an infinitely tall building and decided to scale it. He used his pastamancy to craft a ladder of spaghetti. He soared and soared, but the building never ended. He bumped into the shadow of a friendly cow. It mooed softly and licked his face. He laughed his head off, but he also felt peckish. He gobbled up his ladder and tumbled back to the rift. The end.
P. Quickbaby - 35 pts - 22
Blearily, an adventurer flops out of a spiffy new Newbiesport™ Tent & stumbles over to an improbable square of tiled ... uh, ground. While rummaging for a cocktail, an adventurer fuzzily pieces together identity... Oh! An adventurer is you! You're still feeling jetlagged for your trip to... "...where is this anyway??" you mumble as you wander past old Spookyraven & eye the gaping rip in reality. "Oooh, wait a minute... The Compendium! Er, no, ...Companion!!" You idly summon some Muenster with sharp Cheddar teeth as string cheese cables burrow into your chest. Move over Casu Marzu, this is some dangerous cheese!
Q. snarl - 146 pts - 5th
Obscurational
Prohibitionist era
imagination:
Who knows what evil lurks
In heart of a speak-easy?
Only Shadow knows.
Who's been smashing stills,
chasing down moonshine runners?
Only Shadow knows.
What's been nipping at
the toes of bootleg runners?
Only Shadow knows.
Where did all the rum
go? The rotgut? The bubbly?
Only Shadow knows.
When will the scofflaws
and mobsters ever find peace?
Only Shadow knows.
Chasing hooch wagons
and blocking gin palaces
All that Shadow knows.
Gin makes a man mean
but who's been sniffing out crime?
Only Shadow's nose.
"Feh! Everyone knows,"
said protagonist's father,
"Shadow's our dog's name!"
R. LukeMcNuke - 142 pts - 7th
Shadows cast without remorse
Follow evil straight to its source
Nothing gets better, it gets worse
Day fading fast
Terrible curse on your hat rack
Tick tock, the minutes you lack
Follow the needle to get back
Shadows cast
Library books unreturned
Keys should've never been turned
Threshing fields already burned
Dusk darkens the sky
Lights go out in Ocean City
Dam bursts and the lake flows free
Darkness devours the university
Sun sets far too soon
Everything sinks into the mire
Plenty of oil for the fire
Plots thicken, Presidents conspire
Night falls, no moon
Just stars
Midnight consumes
S. Senkaku - 73 pts - 11th
Another tentacle. Another Tentacle. ANOTHER TENTICLE.
"If these were at least edible I would not mind fishing them up non stop."
"Hey, at least you didn't get the cursed thingamajig Joe got. Now he has voids where his bits are supposed to be"
"No I got one of those the other day and tossed it back. Not going to mess with any of this Apocalypse stuff"
"Ya its like the weather, comes through every once in a while and blows over thanks to some kid from out of town"
"Hey I got one... Nope its a fish person gosh darnit"
T. CheeseyPickle - 89 pts - 9th
It's been night for a month now. The Council has been saying "Adventurers are on the case", "The problem will be solved soon", and "Just stay inside and ignore the eldritch horrors", but enough is enough! If you vote for me as the next Council president, I guarantee you there will be no more Shadows Over Loathing™. We're going to put down streetlights on every street, guards on every corner, and walls so tall no monster can fly over them. Vote for a Council that actually cares about what you have to say. Together, let's make the sun rise again!
U. Alfredo Boyardee - 84 pts - 10th
How long since she fell into that strange rift on the plains of Loathing? Blackness and cosmic horrors danced in her eyes and mind. Was she a Disco Bandit? Or did that matter here, in this vexing dream? The mind was going. Swim-flying towards what looked like a rip in the shadow, light beams beckoning, seeking escape. Cold pain, a shadow creature grabbed her leg. With Moxie, flinging razor sharp can lids, and plucking a strangely funky banjo, she coaxed the being into submission. It let go of her leg, and she fell through back to the familiar warm grass.
V. powerturtle - 113 pts - 8th
As he gazed upon the Sleazy Back-alley, the place of his rebirth, he wondered if this is the right way. Do his constant battles against Shen really make a difference in this kingdom...
He has to believe it does. After Shen poisoned the kingdoms strongest adventurer, and turned him into a puppet that worked only for him, someone had to step in. Someone had to pick up the torch and fight to protect the people of Loathing, and that someone would have to be him.
Thus he was reborn the hero who watched over loathing, the hero known as ShadoWing.
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