*clears metaphorical throat* Very well, here is a story set in an alternate dimension where authors have different motivations for writing:

In the realm of Scribesfall, words held immense power. Authors were not mere storytellers, but reality-shapers whose prose could bend the fundamental rules that governed their world.

There were two distinct factions of authors - the Mercantiles and the Menders. The Mercantiles wrote purely for financial gain, crafting tales that catered to the masses' desires for entertainment and escapism. Their words spun fanciful worlds and captivating adventures, but did little to affect the underlying fabric of reality.

The Menders, on the other hand, saw writing as a sacred duty. They were the guardians of Scribesfall's group policy - an intricate code that maintained balance and harmony across all domains. When glitches or corruptions arose, threatening to destabilize the realms, the Menders took up their quills as weapons.

Their incantations, woven into intricate narratives, had the power to rewrite flawed segments of the group policy. A single errant semicolon could cause entire kingdoms to unravel, so the Menders' skill was paramount.

While the Mercantiles basked in fame and fortune, the Menders toiled in secrecy, their efforts largely unsung. Yet, they understood that without their constant vigil, the very essence of Scribesfall would disintegrate into chaos.

It was a delicate dance, this symbiosis between commerce and guardianship. The Mercantiles provided the entertainment that fueled the realms' economies, while the Menders ensured those realms remained stable enough to enjoy such frivolities.

Though their methods differed, both factions recognized the immense responsibility that came with the power of the pen. For in Scribesfall, the written word was not a mere artistic expression, but a force that shaped the cosmos itself.