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Post by allisterhale on Jun 8, 2014 1:21:43 GMT -5
This is mostly to help drum up some interest for now until i can get an artist and programmer for the project, im working on getting an artist on team first so i can show a more polished proposal to a potential programmer
The world is dead. Beyond hope the last sparks of life dwindling as what remains of humanity hide. The seed of hope they call it. Looking back it was nothing but opulence and waste. A parasite living off of the vital force all living things need but selfishly never giving any back. When the world died around it it slowly began the long process of consuming itself. “Repent” Declare the clergy, “for though our sins we have been judged unworthy of the gift of life.” as they stifle the spirits of its populace. “Conserve” Cry the scholars and thinkers, “for the end is near and hope is long dead. If we but suffer a little our children may live even a day longer.” In turn rejecting any new idea which refutes any new idea, against all evidence as unscientific and pure fairytale.
Life is precious more so than food or even water. If our supply of this vital energy is ever cut off we die. As such killing is the greatest sin. All criminals political or otherwise are shed into the wastes with just a small supply of Life Energy and a suit to conserve it. A lie to slake the conscience and ignore the guilt.
The Wastes. Not even truly dead. Just lifeless. Plants lifeless and wilted denied the fate of rot for even bacteria and fungi cannot survive the wastes. Bodies of all varieties waiting for a stray scavenger that is barely alive for it self to eat.
Banished myself I wandered and met the Waste Walkers. Discarded by the Seed like myself the clung to life by moving from one dying patch of land to another. They had the fire. Any who didn't died. What they lacked however, was the determination.
Out of food but filled with an excess of life I was dying. I don't remember how I found the valleys but I will always remember the reasons for their names. Necessity, because when one means to live great acts always come from simple need. Industry, the will to make a better life for ones self and for others. Memoria, Through our lives we accumulate knowledge. With knowledge come the power to help or harm. A power no man has the right to live thoughtlessly. Experience to live with honor, learn to reach greater heights and to deal with loss. And Community, For a life alone means little.
Even now I remember what they taught me. Remember the trials he caused me. And I remember her voice sometimes fondly for the joys we created. Sometimes in loss at losing her. Other times in anger for the pain knowing her brought me. But most often in joy for the life we built together having met again.
Ernamuin- a basque word for “seed” The mascot creature for the project. They gather and distribute Crystallized life energy in an effort to “seed” the countryside with life.
Agdreo means “in decay” in Gaelic
Generic pixie/fair creature, they take life energy from dead things and return it to the earth.
The player/helper
Male-A street performer who plays the trumpet. Banished from the city he eventually found his way to the valleys. Hard working and full of driving force he works to restore life to the valley. As the helper he recognizes the female player for her singing voice and works to aid he ashamed of his weakness for blaming his banishment from the city on her.
Female- a plain faced freckled beauty she hides her body. A fellow street performer she and the male lead played in a blind partnership, wearing masks and a strange mardi gras meets harajuku fashion along side his friends. After her banishment she suffered among the waste walkers due to her looks and singing voice. As the helper she recognizes the player for having seen him without his masks on occasion. She hides herself behind her waste gear in fear of further suffering, eventually opening up and showing herself more openly. Even at her best she hides a long scar running from her mid back down her left arm until the wrist.
Waste Gear
a Drab colored spacesuit like suit that is used to conserve life energy against the leeching effect of the Wastes.
The Elders
Once a newlywed couple the husband was banished for political reasons, loving her husband so much she packed he prized garden into a wooden cart and the pair took to the Wastes. The pair grew old living off the garden and an apparent immunity to the leeching effects of the wastes. Settling into the first valley of the Four-Valleys shortly after the player begins restoring the second, eventually building a farm in the second Valley. Adopting a young boy left in their care by a sister too young to care for her brother they raise him as a fine community leader all the while acting as a moral compass for the growing community. A the beginning of the last chapter of the game the husband dies saving the players child. At the end of the final chapter the wife dies peacefully of old age in her sleep.
It is going to be a very touching end if I write their stories properly.
Flowers of Life
Flowers that collect latent life energy and crystallize it, life must ultimately grow and multiply
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