Challenge: Look through the FFM generators either via the Prompt Generators page or the FFM itch.io profile. Pick at minimum three generators other than the yearly prompt generators (2009-2025 and 2026), David Bowie Song Randomiser or 2675 Things Mr. Welch Can No Longer Do During An RPG Generator. Select one prompt from each of your chosen generators (bonus points if you pick the first prompt you generate from them) and use each prompt you got in today’s story.
My prompts: must be a 369er [3 sections of 69 words each], one of your characters must be a casanova wannabe, Must include a nomadic tribe by doodlerTM (Campfire Tales Prompt Generator), Wound, stomach, mole, toy, hard by Ag-Cat, DamonWakes, SubjugatedSandwich, Ag-Cat, SerenityFeueropal, respectively (Word List Prompt Generator (multi-prompter mode used)), Beat The Devils Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club suggested by sunlesssquid (Music Prompt Generator) (from which I took title and inspiration from the following verse: There is no peace here, war is never cheap, dear/Love will never meet it, it just gets sold for parts/You cannot fight it, all the world denies it/Open up your eyelids and let your demons run).
Funnily enough, I got the two latter generators picked pretty easily while making things harder for myself by trying to intuit which generators would be the most likely to give me a combination that I could use for Whoops. Then I generated a prompt from the Campfire Tales generator to see what one of its elements was all about and instantly got a must-use prompt. Lol.
This one is set before and soon after the Massacre on Thyrif, which occurred almost 12 Earth Years before the point the storyline currently is in, featuring Eskel-Zai clan Frula’s people.
The remains of the base zee had called home looked like a wound in the forest now. Argora did not weep; zee only mourned zeds home.
They would rebuild elsewhere, as Eskel-Zai always did when their base was discovered by enemies or destroyed, but it would not be the same.
The last place zee had been in with zeds parents… now zee had to put it to rest.
“…Farewell.”
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Zzree’Azk raked their gaze over Beyari in a way that instantly put her off. “You’re a real cutie. Want me to put some babies in your stomach?” Judging from their expression, they actually thought it was a fantastic pickup line.
“Ew,” Beyari responded, loud and clearly enunciated.
Laughter erupted all around the now offended IR soldier.
Beyari left before she would blow her cover by bloodying the bar’s furniture.
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If only they had had a mole who could have warned them…
Losing Clan Frula’s main base had been hard enough.
This was so much worse.
A barely recognizable toy peeked from under partially vaporized armor — the remains of a lost family.
This insane war had to be stopped now, before even more clans would be massacred like this.
Neo’dyn Frula summoned what still remained of zeds own clan.
WindySilver 