Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Progress Update

I am writing some scenes for a TF game involving a magical ring. Currently I am working on a sequence where the player possesses a flirting couple and gets overwhelmed by the bodily sensations.

I am also working on background work for Ghost 3:16

Specifically, I have been working on story mechanics, character relationship maps, and the structure for the first demo. I also signed up for an art class because, well, I was not happy with my drawings and would prefer to have drawn art than rendered art.

Right now, the improved version of Twine looks like the best engine for me, but I need to make sure I can manage my variables properly in javascript.

As a present, I give you an out-take. I have no idea how or where this will go into the game - perhaps if you possess someone who is reading a book or playing a game or having a really weird dream after drinking too much bad kefir before bed.

The Great Mouse Army

You turn in the saddle of your rabbit and admire the sight of your soldiers walking before and around you. Blocks of spear carriers are spread on all sides, ready to form into phalanxes if the advance scouts bring warning of marauding cats or, worse, a pack of wild dogs. Archers ride on the front and rear firing steps of the wagons while their precious cargoes of mouselings are carried safely across the plains. In the distance you can see the line of hills that marks your destination, a final refuge after a desperate journey.

Shouts from the right catch your attention and you see a scout leap his rabbit over a block of spears, both rider and mount ignoring the scratches in the rabbits belly and legs. The rider is shouting, and although you cannot hear the words a signaler near the right wing clearly did because she is skirling out the call to battle on her bagpipes. She changes the tune to “the Cat Crawls in the Grass” and you know that your worst fears are here. The cats have finally organized themselves and are forcing a battle.

Well, you have your own surprises for them. You stand in the stirrups and call out your orders, and the great mouse army prepares for what may be its final battle.