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StoneMasked's Writing Portfolio
Hello there! I use both the pen names StoneMasked and BootlegActionfigure and I've written creatively for a little over two decades. I've written for a variety of things including but not limited to: TTRPG campaigns, both long and short stories, two indie games (the seconds is not released yet). I pride myself on vivid imagery and distinct character dialogue.
A half-dragon and a mermaid on fishing. (Sample)
“So this box-” The half-dragon pats the top of a medium plastic bin she had placed next to the dock to the floating platform earlier. “-is all water guns. Like the kind that blast you like a fucking pokemon using hydropump style.”“Ohh cool!” The mermaid turned to walk down the dock and the half-dragon watched her pause mid way. Her body language shifted from excited to nervous instantly.Confused, the half-dragon walked up to her on the dock, only for the mermaid to slowly resume her walk to the floating platform.“Hey what's wrong. You were really excited like half a second ago.” The half-dragon asked, and watched the mermaid turn and cross her arms as if closing herself off.“Those…” she nodded her head, towards the three fishing rods and tackle box the half-dragon had got for them.Oh fuck, I’m so stupid!“Oh shit! I didn’t even think like- uh. Is this like, culturally insensitive or something?!” the half-dragon rushed over to the rods, trying to think about what to do with them. The floating platform that was attached to the dock shook with her weight but was firmly mounted to the dock via a huge welded steel bracket.“No it’s not like, because I’m a fish, because even though we all call me one as a joke or nickname I’m still not and even Mermaids go fishing. We just use, like, harpoons and whatever.”“So, what’s wrong?”“I’m just nervous around fish hooks. I’ve always had a lot of surface interaction and once when I was little my Dad got one stuck in his fin and it got like, yanked out and ripped his fin pretty bad. I never really could look at them without feeling really uncomfortable since then.” The mermaid explained.The half-dragon started to gather up the rods. Maybe she could toss them all into the closet down stairs in the cabin?The mermaid’s hand on her forearm makes her stop.“Wait. I don’t want to be the party pooper. If you guys wanna try going fishing then I can be brave as long as the rods aren’t near the water when I’m swimming or like…wait until I’m way way far out in the lake or something.” The mermaid is eyeing them as if suspecting them to come alive at some point.“You sure?” The half-dragon lifts them up and motions towards the house. “Because I can totally put these away and we can just not. I’m pretty sure the others won’t care about not giving it a try if it freaks you out.”Again, the mermaid stops her. The shorter girl looks less scared and more determined.“No, I'm sure. I don’t want to be a scaredy cat over something so easily avoided for forever you know?”The half-dragon nods and puts the fishing gear back down. “Okay if you're sure then. I’ll make sure the others know to be extra mega careful using them when you’re around.”The mermaid flashes the half-dragon a small smile. “Thanks. I’m feeling a bit calmer already.”
Fairy back up to a dragon fight (Sample)
The fairy in all her 156 cm glory is screaming and crying with a berserker-like rage, using the power of mother nature itself to beat the ever living shit out of creatures that should absolutely out power her even on a bad day.Trees are smashing their bark against the dragons when they can. If they manage to avoid the trees, vines get them. A huge leaf slaps the wyvern across the face so hard his entire top half turns sharply and he falls flat on his tail. Vines get the white but the sound of his arm breaking and him screaming are still almost totally drowned out by the fairy’s wild roars of fury. The eastern serpent dragon is clawing and biting as flower stems grow and threaten to smother him to death.The half-dragon can barely stand but she smiles and laughs.You’re the most awesome fucking thing ever.That's when the fairy notices her and everything stops. The wild blasts of colourful mana surging from her stops, the plants still as they entrap the dragons and the tangle of vines holding the fairy high above her victims lowers her like royalty on a throne. She rushes to the half-dragon’s side, eyes full of tears as if she wasn’t just whipping the floor with three dragons.“Oh my god!!!”The half-dragon can’t seem to stop grinning. “Hey~”“H-hey?! You’re fucking face is a mess!” Dainty little hands cup her cheeks and the half-dragon feels like just letting herself pass out then and there in the fairy’s hands.“Am I at least a hot mess?” She laughs, and the fairy’s face circles through a few emotions before she lets out an exasperated laugh.“Oh yeah I totally want to make out with you with your eye swollen shut, your nose crooked and blood all over you.”The half-dragon smiles wider, showing off her fangs. “Sweet.”It hurts when the fairy kisses her but the half-dragon uses her dragon hand to pull her in closer anyway. She suspects her right human wrist is either broken or sprained.The kiss is all too short but the half-dragon’s adrenalin is fading and she’s very sure she’s going to pass out soon any moment now.The fairy looks at her like she’s the biggest pain in the ass in existence but with a smile and the half-dragon wouldn’t have it any other way.“I heard something weird when I stepped outside. I had a bad feeling so I followed the sound.” The fairy’s thumbs trail along the half-dragon’s cheeks with a gentle, adoring affection.The half-dragon starts to sway a little, her head feels so foggy.“Ok. Can we go get my fucking everything fixed now please?”The fairy smiles at her like the half-dragon is the most precious thing in the entire world and it makes her tail wag like a puppy dog.“Yeah. Come on. I want to kiss you without tasting blood.”
Choose This, Shinri! A choose your own adventure horror fan game (sample)
[The Breathing Cave Chapter]The unnatural stillness and piercing darkness of the first area Shinri found himself in seemed almost hungry, eating the light that would normally flow into the space through the threshold. It felt almost alive, like the lack of light was some sort of conscious entity oozing and staining where the light should be.
Shinri’s voice reverberated through the murk before him as he called out. The blackness seemed to swallow his voice whole like a snake to a mouse, and the silence was broken only by his own breathing, indistinct metallic creaking, the low, subtle movement of air… back and forth, slow and steady.Like breathing...The only space untouched by the inky blackness was the threshold itself and a small radius roughly three feet into the chamber.
Even the very dirt underfoot was a contradiction of itself. The ground appeared to be once well travelled earth, patted down flat by the foot falls of many a traveller, and yet there was the distinct and strangely overwhelming feeling of isolation. Despite this discrepancy, Shinri’s attention was focused on scanning what little he could easily see.
Laying there next to the entrance was a discarded box of wooden matches, covered in dust. There didn’t appear to be anything else of use that was visible.Carefully, Shinri picked up the box of matches and brushed the dust off. The old cardboard label was faded, and it was near impossible to make out anything beyond vague flat colours and the intact strikers on the sides of the box.
With his index finger and thumb, Shinri slid the box open to find 10 matches.
The strike of a match rang out as warm light cut through the darkness, and finally (though in a small radius) Shinri was able to make out more of the room.It was like a large chamber with rough uneven walls and rough earth for the floor. A slow steady walk around the room, another match allowed Shinri to fully take in his situation.
To the north, directly across from whence he came, was a narrow opening in the wall leading to a dark tunnel. Another opening was to the west, the entryway of which was a vertical gash in the wall, practically a wound in the tissue of the great tree. The east wall had the final opening, a slightly less cramped looking opening that led to an equally dark tunnel.
In the center of the room sat a rusty burnt wheelchair with the beheaded, disarmed, equally burnt mannequin. Below all of this was an aged, rusty metal trap door half covered in dust.[From this point the story branches into choices that affect the player]
Thank you so much for your time!
Please note that although the above examples are not in script format, changing formats wouldn't be a concern at all. Below are links to my socials though I do not post my writing to, nor am I very active on Twitter due to the decline of the platform itself.