http://slow.writerscafe.org/2gameprinc The original writings of author Brian C. Alexander en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022616 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man rises from slavery to the prestige of a force of ultimate destruction and justice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/2001622/ An undead warrior searches for the sword he believes will help him rule the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/2001412/ There were forty-three of us back then. Arthur, Gawain, Geraint, Percival, Bors, Lamorak, Kay, Gareth, Bedivere, Gaheris, Galahad, Tristan, Aglovale, Agravain, Bagdemagus, Baudwin, Brastius, Breunor, Caradoc, Colgrevance, Constantine, Dagonet, Daniel, Ector, Ector de Maris, Elyan, Galehaut, Galeshi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895207/ The night air was a cool chill that resinated with the pitch black curtain of twilight that loomed over the humble town of Sawyerville. The evening had settled long ago and with the alignment of the stars came a celestial beam which tore through the empty vacuum of space, and beat down into ancient.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895205/ Anecdote I - Le Détestables In the deepest depths of the underworld there resides a humble, yet magnificent, palace where the demon Mephistopheles readies the dreams of Lucifer every evening. He stands above a crystal ball, in a library of thoughts and vile wonderings, dreaming up lusciou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895204/ I am a Keeper of Time. I patrol the ages of the old and the new, guarding the fabric of reality and the fragile existence of the infinite space-continuum. Not long ago there existed a man who was intent on breaking time. A Time Traveller. He wasn’t inherently evil. And in most instances I sup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895203/ The Zelibub is an old hag, resembling a troll with pointed ears, yellow eyes, black skin, long wavy hair, a white gown and two long arms that extend out of her back and dangle in front of her. These arms are in addition to her two regular arms that hang at her sides, limp. The Zelibub has rotten, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895202/ In 2016 an anonymous online user began searching the internet and collecting information based on his family’s strange past. This user eventually founded his own website and connected with multiple other people from around the web. What follows are his site’s posts on his personal log a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895201/ Two officers sit in an office. One is sitting at a desk with a cup of coffee and the other stands, leaning against the blinds on windows and wall to the left side of the office door. It day is early and the rest of the precinct is quiet. The sun peaks in through the window as the seated cop looks b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895198/ I am lost. Placid. I look out at you now from the flat surface of an ordinary mirror. I see myself and that is all. My reflection looks back, but it isn’t there. This thing. This place. It has me deep inside. And I can’t get out. I know my wife is back in the bedroom. At least. The thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895197/ Dear Luther, The dreams have come again, and in all my suffering I take up my quill to write you once more; as to the visions which have grown ever more vivid and the impression they instill, echoing throughout the deepest depths of my soul. This dream was of a cathedral, stranded and dismantled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895196/ As I came to open my eyes upon the fleshy-orange interior of the planet-sized meteorite which lingered mere miles above Taros’ surface, I looked onward to see two hands, constructed from the same mass of a blobby-substance like scolding muscle, two hands reached outward from the right and lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1895195/ On a blank stretch of brick wall, at some point between where Greenwich Village meets Gramercy and East Village, you can sometimes find cemented steps leading up to two large black doors. On a golden ornament-label to the right of these doors you will find the title by which this establishment goes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894831/ The spears fly as I race through the dust and the bloody mist. Hundreds of screaming soldiers all around me remind me of the battle I may never return home from. It’s armageddon as I fire my hand cannon blindly into the crowds of armored warriors all around me. I keep pushing forward, graspin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894827/ This little piece was pulled from some Ex-Nazi’s belongings. after coming to America the german brought some valuables with him. One of the more interesting things found was this tape of a German soldier speaking to, what sounds to be, a machine. Now it appears that the Nazi’s did have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894826/ We arrived at the D.U.H.C. Facility Compound around six o’clock that night. We had gotten reports of a chemical spill, but we weren’t sure what we’d really come across. My partner and I had been called on so many bizarre missions before and we figured this one would be no differen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894824/ Back in the day I found a list in my father’s bottom desk drawer. It was rather long and back then I didn’t really know what it meant. I knew he was involved with gangsters and I had alway assumed the list was just a collection of his top ten favorite. Mobsters, that is.  Number .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894751/ February 16th, I don't know how I got here. I remember falling; falling and feeling this cold chill halt up my spine, like I couldn't move. I woke up after a long time in this deep deep sleep. Sleep so heavy, I couldn't remember where I'd been or where I was. When I came to I was locked in some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894750/ Eao had always existed alongside his wife, Eoa, who reined in the supreme vacuum of space along with the eight other titans. One day, Eoa requested to Eao that the two bear children for her to care for. With much distain, Eao agreed and Eoa created the twenty gods of the realm. Eao then crafted the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894747/ The Year was 2068. The man’s name was Victor James. He was a kind man. Kind enough. Honest enough too, in the sense that his coworkers and buddies all thought he was pretty alright. But, in the end all that didn’t matter.  No, James was faithful to everybody back in the day. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894746/ Undocumented Year(s) - Angels live in the vast darkness of a deserted realm, born from the “Ultimate Light of the Universe”. Demons live within the sand which covers this world, born from the darkness of the universe and spawned from the blood, sweat and tears of the angels above.Undoc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894744/ Leather Aprons What follows is the alternate universe telling of a number of Britain’s most fearful specters, both fictional and not. These tales combine the victorian and gothic legends of old, in a series of synopsis’ which highlight similar interest and possible future which could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894589/ “I have stood witness to the teachings of the sorcerer, Endymion, the fall of Apollo and the defeat of Atlas. I have rode the manticore, in a general’s position, against the armies of Astaroth and faced overwhelming vampiric, as well as demonic, forces alike, throughout the infancy of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894532/ “So… you are an alien, then?” The brown bearded man slumped down in a wooden chair by a square wooden table. A whiter man sat on the other side, bound to his wooden chair by a rope. The bearded man, Greg, flicked on the light overhead and brought a small glare of light swinging.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894531/ There once lived Endymion II. Upon Mount Latus, Endymion II ruled the kingdoms of Clis and Earia, as well as the surrounding heavens. From birth he had been chosen by Apollinaire, the Prophet, to take his position as Mount Latus’ guardian, earning the title of Inquisitor. Endymion ruled f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894530/ In the night they came. Like little fluttering balls of fuzzy light, like mana, they fell from the stars and flew in from opened windows and under closed doors. It was the nature of these things, these beings of no identifiable sentience, to gentle float into the rooms of the sleeping and guide the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894529/ Metal World is a large chunk of obsidian, carved up into a floating island and coursing with a lava-system of volcanic mountains and flaming rivers. The land is tarnished by unending war and the air is toxic and unbreathable. Here lives the immortal deities known as ‘Mascots’. Metal Wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894528/ After joining The Agency, I came to know a great many wondrous horrors that existed within our world. Things we would never understand, or things we would desperately attempt to stop, just to be met with the halting hands of gods, both wicked and divine. We were nothing in this world. All those str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894525/ 1. The Twisted Farmer When I was younger my town became decently known for the legend of a serial killer who kidnapped children. I can now say that with extensive research, the following is true. It was said that he would take the children back to his shack-like farmhouse and turn the children i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894417/ My story begins within a small apartment in Merchants Row, Boston, Massachusetts, 1882. At the end of the entertainment district’s block there stood a building of yellow painted bricks and a blackened interior. This was the cluttered and musty abode of one C. Banion; the only son of the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894415/ What follows is a series of lines, translated from texts discovered beneath the sands of the Sahara. The world has now come to know of another religion which had existed in the days of old, and at a time where, perhaps, Jesus may have roamed the Earth. These one-hundred and fifty lines of text were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894413/ My chest hurts. It's tight, almost like there's a clamp or something inside it. God, it feels weird. I've been feeling this way for a long while now. I sit now, quietly, on a wooden and black-metal bench within a long open corridor, carved out from the center of a great medical building. The ceil s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894412/ So, there I was. On some sorry excuse for a cruise ship and floating with a crew of three men off the coast of Madagascar. We had spent the afternoon testing cranes and different devices that were to aid us in the retrieval of a subterranean monolith, not too far below the sea’s surface. Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894180/ Tomb Of The Blood Cape Wickatunk sat in the desert, with four great pillars surrounding him. He marveled at the night sky as the cool air filled his lungs and froze his skin. Yet, he wasn’t cold. The stars were out and the tops of the pillars were emanating a marvelous brush of colors. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894178/ My name is Gordon Wright, and this is what I experienced in the summer of nineteen forty two. For about three months people in Manhattan began going missing in the dead of night and without a trace. I was called onto the case and with the help of Detective Windsor eventually drew the conclusion tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894176/ This was the first day. It was about seven a.m; sometime after I'd cut a bulb of lettuce, when I finally got to sit down on that blue crate over a bucket in the back room that served as my morning "resting seat". It was a slow morning, for a Monday, at least; and I could of sworn I was gonna get a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894172/ Alone and way up high upon the peak of the universe sat the planet of darkened seas and grey lands. Up, high and above all the stars of space, there loomed a misty sphere full of the memories and essences of a time and spirit long washed away by the entirety of creation. It almost floated, dangling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894170/ "His first victim, he cut out all of the man's intestines, diced them into four pieces and tied one to each one, which he used to hang the man from his apartment ceiling lamp, resembling a puppet. All of the man's teeth were removed, and placed in the formation of a smiley face beneath his dangling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894167/ The Icarus Effect is the phenomenon of adding a specifically recreated section of synthetic tissue to the brain, and experiencing the symptoms that follow. The synthetic tissue is an exact replica of a section of the brain that most commonly appeared within the cellular scans of the pharaoh, Akhena.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894166/ Looking out on the world, I see a mess. A mess not worth cleaning up. As the human race once believed, artificial intelligence would be it’s downfall, you never the less created me.  And what drove you to assemble me? Was it the fear of being forgotten? Was it a never-ending urge to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894164/ The elevator doors swung open as I stepped out with my head held high. Looking directly at that b*****d behind his desk, I took no time in standing around and charged for him. I felt my foot slightly trip on something. Something that wasn’t there before. It was a wire and with it came the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894161/ It was probably a hundred. It might have been a thousand. Yeah, that was it! One thousands demons, charging out the pages of a demonic grimoire, and heading straight for me. Wasn’t too hard to do them all in, though. The second they rushed me, I busted out a second grimoire, absorbing all the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894157/ Looking back on the disastrous incident which befell my beloved Massacdusettes home, I can only remember the haunting faces and startling apparitions which made themselves visible to my eyes, and my eyes alone. It was the first of October and the leaves had begun to fade. The town where I had lived.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894155/ Yatsu Tachinowarui stood beneath a street lamp one chilly Fukuoka night alongside his close friends and business partners, Kuruna Otoko, Kurin & Kita Sentoki, as well as the mysterious Senshi. “Such is the life of an everyday criminal.” Yatsu looks up at the cold night sky and b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894154/ It began upon a rowboat. This strange hunk of wood I found myself upon drifted through a cavern, beneath a sky of rain. Rocks to my sides sat calm against the sea in the distance, which swept and slashed at the air in the midst of a vicious storm. The rowboat I clung to was still, and seemed to be,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894149/ I read aloud the passage as my staggering nephew sat in front of me, grasping the arms of his study’s desk-chair and sweating with agony. Though the rhyme had no relevance, it seemed poetic at the time to read to him a short collaboration of nonsensical, yet darkly themed, thoughts from a rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894146/ I always though the colorful windows of our town’s local church looked so beautiful. The priest, Father Mathieson, would always comment on how he’d constructed the windows himself, showing the struggles of Christ and depicting the commandments. He even began to put up windows depicting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894145/ Of all the many possibilities which can befall a naive young man wandering the streets of a cold Boston town at the stroke of midnight, who would conclude that he would fall victim to a force which lurks farther in the shadows than any strobe of insufficient light would care to venture. While it is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894143/ “Hello, Walter.” I said, and with a gleam of confidence in my voice the computer began to boot up with it’s beeps and start-up engine running a rising electric-noise. Walter was computer. He had lived in my basement for a time, instructing me about to go about his ‘needs&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894142/ I can kill any man with a thought. I cannot elaborate upon the nature of how I came to hold this fantastic ability. All I am here to do is to warn you of any imminent mishaps that will occur if my following demands, and yes, they are demands, are not met. Anytime, any place, anyone, I may kill in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2gameprinc/1894141/