I have separated the entirety of the project in to three separate sections, this is not to say all of them must be completed in order to finish a game. Reality's Dream is a game all in itself. Second Dream is on hold, and Jamais Vu has entered the writing stages.
R.E.M: Reality's Dream
- Story(unedited words)- 156,000 [100%]Day 1- Complete, Editing- 100%
Day 2- Complete, Editing- 100%
Day 3- Complete, Editing- 100%
Day 4- Complete, Editing- 100%
Day 5- Complete, 33% (Or something like that)
Routes: Kisa, Shiori, Setsuko, Masumi
Routes Completed: Kisa, Setsuko, Masumi, Shiori
Date Started: 1/03/08
Date Finished: 3/30/08
- Projected script size: N/A
Routes: Yuka, Mizume
- Concept: Complete
Projected Script Size: None
Current Script size: 10000
Tracks(RD): 6/11 Original Tracks, 55%. Bonus Tracks- 2
SFX(RD): 70% (I've slowly collected a small amount to use, have a few more free ones to track down.)
Art progress(to begin shortly):
Concept Art(RD): 100% (10/10 characters)
Production Art(RD): 10% (Maybe?)
Team Leader/Lead Writer/Programming- bloodywyvern
Editor/Secondary Writer- Threevenge
Sketch Artist- Cybeat
CG coloring/Composer- storm-and-fire
Background Artist- qq
Web programming- Deto15(?)
Logo Design- Cybeat
Character Artist- candydive
CG event artist
Note: We will accept offers on filled positions, provided that your work matches or surpasses the current staff and your able to work with the original staff of the position.
Without further adieu I present you with a short background of the story/characters as well as the opening scene preview.
Series: R.E.M™ (Remembering Eternal Memories)
Title: Reality's Dream
Genre: Modern Fantasy/Romance
Style: Original English language visual novel (inspired by things like Tsukihime, but entirely original...I should know, I'm writing it ^_^)
Developer: Longshot Productions
Engine: Officially Ren'Py
Main concept: Ravaged by internal strife, fatal betrayal and hidden secrets the Nakamora family has been almost completely wiped out. The last few members spend their days separated from the normal flow of society connected to a small city by only one road. Nakamora Shinji has had his entire life torn apart by his past, remaining mentally unstable and just recalling memories becomes a painful toll on his body. Despite this those events gave him a power no human should have, surely it was not as practical as the types he read about in comics when as a child. None the less he found himself capable of reading the muscle movements within those around him, decoding their movements even before they could act on them. Every movement within the body must spark a signal from the brain, but what happens if another can access that information before their own body? This is the curse placed upon Nakamora Shinji. As the mysteries revolving around his family grow closer Shinji must find his way through the truth or risk losing everything close to him.
Description: One of the last two members of his family he has been suffering from chronic mental trauma since a kid, because of this Shinji tends to be very carefree about his life opting to try and have just a bit more fun with his time. Although it's impossible for him to shut off his power he has learned to ignore it. When he concentrates on using it his mind is placed under strain. Both of his parents were killed before the stories start. Despite being older then his sister he has no control over his family's documents and finances.
Role: Sister/Story Route
Description: One of the last two members of her family she has taken responsibility for the well fair of her brother. In private she works hard to overwrite the lack of discipline in him, but in public she plays the part of the innocent little sister. Despite her stubborn attitude towards a lot of things she spends a lot of time worrying and struggling to make sure Shinji is always taken care of.
Role: Transfer Student/Story Route
Description: Giving the appearance of elegance of nobility Kisa tends to keep a lot of secrets about herself. Her background and reasons for transfer are completely shrouded in mystery. It is eventually revealed she is not exactly human, and has come to Shinji's town in search of something involving his family.
Role: Best Friend/Story Route
Description: The typical bookworm Shinji met when they were still just kids. Both were relative outcasts from their schoolmates and instead took to hanging out with each other. She comes from a rather prominent family within the city and still attends school alongside him. Her family tends to be strict, for more reasons than one.
Role: Foreigner/Story Route
Description: A relative new comer to the city she expresses great interest in finding someone she insists is in town. Despite this strange happenings seem to surround her from every angle. Tends to be dressed in old fashioned priestess robes she is known for using nonsense logic to win her arguments. Masumi is heavily related to the cause of the circumstances befalling the town in the shadows.
Side Characters (by side I don't mean unimportant, more like less air time):
Description: Serving the Nakamora family since a small child she is the only remaining staff at their mansion. Despite her position she is treated as one of the family and often joins the siblings for dinner. She takes a hands on role in caring for Shinji and it is unknown how much of this is on orders from Setsuko.
Role: Family Doctor
Description: Mizume has served the Nakamora family has their head doctor for several years, she is a tough and somewhat strong willed person who is not easily surprised. Despite referring to Shinji as a nuisance, she really does care for their health. Shinji tends to clash with her a lot, seeing her as 'evil incarnate', though maybe he just dislikes needles.
Description: Long time friend of Shinji who tends to keep away from most of the other students. Although he is both strong and friendly many students are afraid to approach him due to his overly strange personally. Takes habit to making jokes at Shinji's expense.
Description: A boy who occasionally appears to Shinji, and seems to be a rather young child. Sadly appearances can often be deceiving, he has close ties with Masumi.
Kazuo Aki & Kazuo Kaoru
Description: Two twins who are working towards the agenda of their master, although their personalities are polar opposites they both will sacrifice anything to achieve their goals.
Description: The father to Shiori he plays a large if relatively unseen role in the events of the story. A strict and indifferent man, he has very little respect for others. His calm and cold ways make him a dangerous and immoral soul.
These are small descriptions since anything else would risk giving away plot points in the story. The story is an ever shifting element as I write it (New ideas come in, and old ones die) but what's here is pretty much stone by now baring unforeseen circumstances.
A memory I can't forget, the empty silence of our house's greeting room. It wasn't like people weren't talking...it was just that the sound itself was being drawn out of the room like a vacuum. The lips of family and friends moved endlessly all over the room. He had told me to stay here in this over crowded home, that he would be fine.
I pushed through the crowd as best I could as their figures towered over me, mocking the child trying desperately to reach the door. In my mind I could feel the anxiety build like a storm, something seemed wrong...no something WAS wrong. The fear swirled and ravaged my mind's thoughts with such a ferocity it felt ready to burst. My heart raced desperately pumping blood to calm the burning sensation filling my body.
It was hot...so very hot, my breath was labored but silent like this film. There was no other way to describe it, one of those old black and white movies my father loved so much. No one noticed me as I rubbed my parched neck desperately begging for water...air...something, anything.
The door was open...I could see it, I could see my fathers figure next to another. Where was the light...? Why wasn't there any light? The sun was up...but nothing, going against everything I knew of the world. My body tripped over itself, I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me. It wanted me to go back and get some water, to leave the scene rolling around in front of me.
I reached the door way where his figure was just moments away staring at the smaller figure of my uncle. Something in his hand reflected light from the sun that was not there, it didn't make any sense. Or more likely a child like me couldn't make sense of it. My footsteps were slower now, sweat pouring off my body. It was so hot...but no sun...why?
The house was surrounded by the beautiful scenery of a small town, but that wasn't exactly right...the town it self was not beautiful just this home. A family too old to trace back and homes too glamorous to not notice. Only this place was tucked with it's back to a mountain and surrounded by the brilliant waves of tree's in the summer breeze. The trees danced back and forth but nothing happened...it was so quiet, their color was gone.
I labored forth my eyes glazed in a sudden burst of red, the color returned but only in that...red shades painted everywhere like blood on a canvas.
My fathers blood...
I could see it, the dripping substance of a human...dropping silently on to the single road to their family home. I was a child...I didn't understand...My father couldn't be bleeding...He just couldn't be. He stood there like a pillar without any hint of pain, so it didn't make sense to be bleeding.
Maybe I came too close because my uncle seemed to notice me. There was an awkward smirk on his face and the blade in his hand gave off such a glare of non existent light that I thought I might go blind. It hurt my eyes...my eyes that suffered from the painted blood stains of the world. My knees gave out without me even noticing leaving me staring up at the two figures.
My father...I think he was angry with me..
He stared at me out of the corner of his eyes with a glare while his lips flapped and flapped, he must have been yelling. Before I knew it they were arguing back and forth. My head hurt though...throbbed from every side, I couldn't concentrate.
My uncle turned to me and smiled like he always did when he came to visit. He jumped at me and my eyes closed tightly from the growing red white glare from that blade, if I left my eyes open I would surely see something no child should see.
But opening them anyway...the paint smeared my face.
My body felt heavier...He was leaning against me...His lips were moving but I couldn't understand. I tried to ask him to speak up but the words wouldn't come, just pain from my parched throat. The red's grew darker...the trees burned with the crimson color...but that wasn't right, it wasn't fall yet...
The weight kept growing until finally my fathers body fell to the side...and my vision blurred even more. Was it the blood in my eyes...or the tears? I didn't understand...why was there blood, why was I crying...
But they kept coming...
I must have looked utterly pathetic at that moment looking up at the blurred face of my uncle. I could see the warped view of his hand rise up against the sun that did not exist in this red world.
I think my brain exploded then...
My mind jerked and cried so suddenly I lost all thought. Yet my body reacted. Something was telling me his arm would come down from the left...yes this child's left side would be torn apart with something like that. If I moved backward his hand would thrust forward and pierce my heart...yes I knew this, I was sure of this...
So with a shattered mind an a burned up body of ash I ran forward grabbing the dropped weapon of my fathers and stabbed him...But even then...
I didn't understand...