A brief information about my visual novel:
Genre: Action/ Suspense/ Romance
Rating: 16+
Summary:The story occurs on early 1900's in a somewhat distant village from civilization, surrounded by a forest. Gruesome murders have been happening since lately, but no one really knows much about it. Kioshi doesn't really think about it. With so many people, it would be insane to think things will happen with him. Unfortunately, he will awake from that dream in the worst way possible.
Details: The story spawns for 3 mouths, or at least that is my intention (not that I will write every single day of them, not to worry). It will be a typical visual novel, with plot choices, some of which will lead you to death.
Scenario: A village somewhat distant from the nearest city. The village is divided in two areas, both socially and geographically. The lower area is inhabited by the poorest people while the upper area is where rich, higher class people live.
Characters:
Kioshi Sasaki: An odd character, to say the least. He is not very talkative and usually is immersed in his own thoughts while he wanders around the village (his favorite hobby). Tends to over think.
Age - 17
Amaya Shimizu
A shy and hard-working girl who knows Kioshi since childhood. Lives with her grandmother in the poor area of the village.
Age - 16
Shizuka Inoue
A quiet girl, mysterious girl. Lives in the upper area of the village. Belongs to a catholic familly.
Age - 15
Other characters:
Naoko - Kioshi's aunt and the person he lives with. Strict, but overall a gentle person.
Mai Nakamura
Sort of eccentric and forward girl, though a bit childish. Lives in the upper area of the village.
Age - 14
Kazuhiko Nakamura
Mai's older brother. Kind, respected person.
Age - 25
Ok, now to kind of make up for the dull summary, here's the opening scene. I'll warn you, it might be a bit strong. I'm considering this 16+ for that reason. My writing is not light. Without further delays:
Opening
Silence… and solitude… No, that’s what I would like. But this is not the case. Desperately, I try to deny the reality that surrounds me, the one I belong to. Noises that make me nauseous impose themselves upon my senses.
*munch munch*
I try to deny what my senses tell me, but my brain can’t accept the fake reality I try to thrust into existence. Flesh being torn apart. Flesh being chewed. I can feel the vomit burn my throat but I force it to go back.
*munch munch munch*
I’m forced to face the reality from which grotesque sounds exude. I’m forced to face what my imagination makes me see, the result of my cognitive capacity, my involuntary understanding. Something feasts on human flesh. No, please…
… Silence. My mind relaxes in a stupid way, even though I know that the silence will soon be shattered. I am not alone.
*step step*
Something moves towards me. Slowly, but decisively, it reduces the distance that separates us. No, please, stay away.
*step step*
Unable to move myself, incapacitated by the firm grip of fear, I hold onto my flimsy existence. The distant noise of footsteps grows louder as something approaches. No, please, don’t come…
*step step … breath*
My eyes, now accustomed to the gathering darkness, unwillingly see the creature’s breath. No, please don’t come any closer.
… And yet again, silence. My heart beats emphatically, my brain processes information that I don’t wish to acquire.
For a second time the silence is shattered. My body refuses to move and I inadvertently hold my breath. Or perhaps I am acting out of my free will, trying to end my life before it comes any closer. I accept my fate as much as my panic.
Something stops before my crumpled figure. I can only distinguish the silhouette of the vortex that surrounds it, an image that cripples my being and makes my mind scream in horror of what it’s exposed to.
I can’t understand why I denied for so long the reality that what stands before me is not human. I see the creature’s glowing, red eyes. I begin to loose my senses, and blackness clouds my oxygen-deprived brain. A minute seems to be an eternity, and I wonder how much time I have left to live.
The creature kneels down at my level, and our eyes meet. I can read in its eyes the insane and irrational will to kill. The terror suppresses my ability to think. I don’t want to die… I am afraid. Please, somebody… somebody help me… I’m scared of pain… I’m scared of death… I don’t… Please…
The creature makes an incomprehensible sound, hitherto unknown and exposes its sharp teeth, apparently tired of waiting. Fragments of meat lay hanging from its teeth, and the breath it exhales pounds my conscience into submission.
All the panic that I suppressed until now reveals itself, and with it my shameful, pathetic personality emerges. The creature launches itself in my direction, its mouth open. Again the silence is broken…
K.S. – Aaaaaaaaah!
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The sounds of footsteps and such are a bit of stand-ins right now, I know it looks lame like that. xD
The project will probably need backgrounds and music, I think the rest may be taken care off. I found a good editor, and thank god, it cuts me some slack translating this and improves the script quality (my English is not good enough for me to write like I do in Portuguese). I will start recruiting when I get some more done, the script is currently at 7k words, so obviously in the beginning.
Now to see if there is anyone interested in this kind of story or that can take my somewhat boring writing. Thanks for reading anyway.
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Progress Status
Story- ?% (12k words)
Translation - ?% (7k words)
Concept Sketches - 2/7
Art - 0%
Backgrounds - 0%
Music - 0%
Script - 0%
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