Specimen B-24

kalzekdor on 2008/03/30 13:15 of Specimen B-24

It's 9am here in Pennsylvania and I've managed to make a decent foray into a Robot-themed game (I forgot to sleep last night). I've decided to go with a side-scrolling shooter, a la Duke Nukem. The game will have a Cyberpunk/Noir feel to it, with heavy narration to make up for my complete inability to draw.

I've written up an introduction for the game, so for anyone who's interested:

What defines humanity? My mantra, my curse, my salvation. I ask myself this question every minute of every hour of every day, ever since...

It was raining, that first day. The sky was rent asunder, icy droplets cascaded down like blood from an open wound, freezing the once bustling metropolis in it's corpse-like grasp. To think, none of this would have happened had it not been for the rain on that god-forsaken day.

I was on my way to the Lab that morning, when Heaven ripped open and tried to flood the world again. In a way, it did. That torrential downpour sent tendrils of ice through my veins, and froze my very soul. I ducked into a Café, as much to escape the deluge as in the hopes of a hot cup of coffee to restore the warmth of my soul. I waited patiently in line for my turn to order. I was in no rush that day, it would be weeks before the specimen was ready for Phase II. When I finally got my hands on some coffee, I basked in it's warm radiance filling my core as I drank, slowing undoing the damage incurred by the storm. I sat down at a table facing the storefront, and watched as the wind and water vainly attempted to reach me, to strangle the warmth from my soul. The storm battled ineffectually with the window, as I sat back with my coffee enjoying the duel.

How could I have known it was at that moment that Hell would choose to break loose?

A pillar of flame erupted from the direction I knew the Lab to be in, flashing the water to steam. The shockwave hit moments after, shattering the window the storm had tried so futilely to defeat, hurling the shards at me like so many knives from the mouth of hell. My body was perforated by the flying glass, and I blacked out as one particularly large shard embedded itself in my eye...