I was bored with freelance and
studies, so I decided to give myself a fascinating assignment. My job was to make
sketches for characters, which will be shown when the dialogue between the
player and an NPC character kicks in. So I came out with a story for the world,
setting and shit. Post apocalyptic, philosophical lore where religion is playing
heavy role. Kind a generic, but I had fun so… I ended up with 8 sketches for
characters and finished two of them so far...
The Priest
Player meets this aged freak in an
old, half devastated chapel. As time passing by, this place is slowly turning into
ash. Congregations are long forgotten, as people lost their Faith in God, and
only infrequent visitors resting their weary bones from time to time here. But
Old man still looks after the place, and spend his days in endless prays to the
Lord, begging him over and over to have mercy, and put an End to the Mankind’s Agony.
He opens the secret passage to Catacombs, as the Player convinces him that he
managed to keep the crumbs of Faith, deep inside his Heart.
He also gives you a Simple Brass
Watch, with words: “Take this, since the time stopped… I have no use for it
anyway. But I feel that it’ll got handy at some point of your journey” You
stare at frozen hands, beneath the ice of cracked glass. It shows 20:20. You
twist the crown, it’s ticking, but the hands are still frozen…
Yorda
Player meets Yorda in a GCC
Resistance Group Hideout. And she is scared… She’s worried for her older brother
as he and few other rebels are on preparation to sabotage the work of local
Party Head Quarters. She talks about her
parents, arrested by party authorities and never to be seen again, and the fear
of the same fate for herself and her brother. She blames the God, for human misery.
And for he didn’t keep the promise, again, unlashing dreadful cataclysm on
mankind, for self amusement?
“Please talk to him, convince my
brother not to risk his life, as his intentions knowingly disastrous. Oh, if I only
could…” Shrill blast suddenly interrupts her address; you hear the coming clatter
of a fight, she peers helplessly into your eyes and takes your hand…
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