http://www.ffproject.com Latest additions to Fighting Fantasy Project en-gb http://www.ffproject.com/PICTURES/LOGO2.GIF http://www.ffproject.com 88 100 Fan-written Fighting Fantasy Gamebooks to play online http://www.ffproject.com/drumer.htm "The-the Earl of Drumer's place," he gasps, "You're having a joke with all of us," he laughs nervously, "go on, own up to it!" Your face remains puzzled, no hint of a mischievous grin emerges. Terry's face falls. "Look, look," his hand grips your shoulder, almost crushing it, "you don't know me, I don't know you, but listen, listen," he grits his teeth to emphasise the point: "Don't go there! That place is cursed, I tell you, cursed". Sat, 4 Feb 2012 07:55:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/word.htm Judea groans under the rule of the Roman Empire, its king, Herod Agrippa II, nothing more than a puppet for the Roman governor. Some demand action against the Romans, others believe it a mistake to antagonise their masters. And there is turmoil between the different Jewish sects and with the new religion that has grown recently, spreading throughout the Roman World and threatening the Jewish faith: Christianity. Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:50:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/melchion.htm In the magical land of Generica, a wondrous region ruled by the harsh and not particularly fair King Melchion the Despicable, you are Davor, a humble wizard trying to make his way in life. Usually you spend your time ridding cellars of rats or casting love enchantments for pimply teens. But today you are to be hired by a client with a very different problem indeed. Thu, 1 Dec 2011 20:10:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/shark.htm The ship is now sinking fast. The rest of the crew are on the lifeboats heading to the island. You notice that they haven't left you one. They see you as responsible for causing this disaster and if they catch you on the island they will probably skin you alive. However, the island is the only escape you've got... Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:20:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/tomb.htm So after five years, you tell your parents that you are leaving to be an adventurer and have a better life. Your mother is distraught, but your father barely bats an eyelid. You tell him that you are going to seek the medallion of his ancestors. At the mention of it, he becomes livid "Listen you worm! If you go looking for that, you'd better never come back, because I swear I will kill you!" Tue, 25 Oct 2011 18:00:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/carol.htm Tomorrow is the 14th of Snow's Cloak, the Midwinter Festival and all Arion is preparing for the festivities. All that is except you - Ethelred Samiar, the Baron Den Snau. You have no time for the present giving and "good will to all men" that this sanctimonious holiday demands. No, you have great plans for tomorrow. The Love of Libra Orphanage has failed to pay back the money you lent them and you're going to have the place closed down tomorrow. Thu, 23 Dec 2010 12:00:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/dead.htm It was supposed to be an uneventful trip back to Amorphonon 12, but of course something had to go wrong. Your ship has crashed on an arid world, amidst the remains of a once-great civilisation. What happened to them? Not that it really matters. The rescue ship will be here in 3 days, so there is no need to explore the ruins. I mean, something might happen to you... Sun, 6 Jun 2010 09:20:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/waiting.htm You bellow out for assistance, but your calls are met only by the eternal silence. Such is the way it has been for as long as you have known - there is no reason to expect anything different today. Thu, 7 Jan 2010 18:30:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/co.htm Your girlfriend is torn from you by legal technicalities. Can you get her back by performing a series of seemingly unrelated tasks to save your former employers, those innocent, yet homicidal, treemaids? Wed, 4 Nov 2009 21:30:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/garden.htm Legend has it that whenever the full moon shines upon the Garden of Bones its gates creak open once more. Though the undead remain trapped inside, it is possible for the living to enter their shadow realm. Many an adventurer has entered the Garden in search of the fabled Scythe of Morbius Kane. None have returned - at least none alive. Sat, 15 Aug 2009 11:55:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/trout.htm Is it a fish? Is it a boat? No! It's... well actually it's kind of a fish and a boat. Anyway, it's really big and dangerous, and you have to do something about it. Can you unravel the mysteries of the Hypertrout, escape with your life, and cover yourself in glory? Actually, just escaping with your life will be enough. Sun, 19 Jul 2009 15:45:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/crate.htm Fresh from battling giant, demi-human spiders from Arachnon, our hero once more finds himself thrust into the bosom of adventure. Can you retrieve the Golden Crate from the evil clutches of the arch villain? Great obstacles stand in your way, such as: Space Pirates, Insane Computers, The Outlawed Concept of Time Travel, and at long last: a Death-bot. Succeed, and you will be able to have a girlfriend! Fail, and a host of interesting fates await you. Thu, 16 Apr 2009 17:45:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/hero.htm From a young age, you have dreamt of an adventurous life but felt too unprepared. You would constantly spy on the training ground from your window, learning then practicing the art of swordplay and combat manoeuvres in the confines of your room. Now, growing into adulthood, you find that your arduous work has built up your strength and confidence. Soon you will be ready to join the world's heroes on a path of adventure. Tue, 23 Dec 2008 19:15:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/soul.htm Thus far, supernatural sightings have been rare enough to the point that those who claim to have encountered these beings are ridiculed and dismissed as charlatans, liars, or insane. You, however, know enough of the truth to carry out your thankless deeds, buoyed by the cold arms of vengeance. Sat, 8 Nov 2008 16:45:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/planet.htm Giving up, you slip into the ship and the hatch closes behind you. Slumping in the large comfortable chair that dominates the interior of the small ship, you feel a deep despair. You have never even been to Earth, growing up as you did on the excitement-packed manufacturing planetoid of G15-275. Even so, you are determined to save it, and the treemaids as well. But how to do it? Sat, 20 Jun 2008 09:50:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/beggars.htm You awake, screaming. You look around in a panic. Everything is in order. Everything is in place. You slowly calm down and consider your situation. You are an unnamed beggar of the infamous Port Blacksand. You know nothing of your past except for a vague belief, fuelled by terrible dreams, that you were once someone important, someone powerful. Sun, 18 May 2008 16:35:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/key.htm The lady's journey smells dangerous, but you are curious as well. For many moments you stand as the breeze cools you, turning things over in your mind. At least she will be heading north, away from the arid lands. Wandering up the street in search of an inn, you contemplate the idea of sleeping in, perhaps in the arms of a perfumed lady. Yet adventure is calling... Sat, 24 Nov 2007 09:30:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/wrong.htm You squint about and see that the decks are completely abandoned. Examining an electronic noticeboard, you see it filled with a star scape dominated by an uncomfortably large star. Superimposed on top are large flashing red letters that read "STELLAR COLLISION IMMINENT". Mon, 28 May 2007 08:52:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/wolf.htm 'Nail him!' snarls Saul triumphantly. One man is holding a long iron nail and a hammer. You renew your struggle, but your arm is held in a vice-like grip. The nail is placed on your wrist and the hammer is brought down on its head. Your whole body is wracked with pain as the hammer nails your bloody wrist into the wood of the cross. Fri, 29 Dec 2006 10:14:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/cyclops.htm "Row, wretch!" howled an obese Man-Orc taskmaster, lashing your back with a blow from his spiked whip. Days passed and the welts on your back grew longer, as your slave-ship, the Blood Auk, headed southwards. Captained by a furious red-faced man called Kullion the Crab, the ship was sailing for the Blood Islands, for it was part of the fleet of the Chaos Pirates, who flock to those shores like seabirds to the carcass of a whale. Mon, 3 Apr 2006 19:08:00 GMT http://www.ffproject.com/cold.htm Poor weather has slowed you considerably and you have only enough food for two more days. You know you are getting close to Grimwoden, but it could take you weeks yet to locate, and your path back to civilisation is even longer still. As the wind howls through the night outside your tent, you reflect grimly that you are almost certainly doomed. Wed, 22 Feb 2006 22:22:00 GMT