And I am already looking for some help, cause even though I have used Ren'Py for my games in the the past, that was over 10 years ago, so I am I bit rusty on it, so I am looking for someone currently familiar with Ren'Py to turn it into an an actual Ren'Py script. Just very simple, basic stuff, nothing fancy, just so that I can put my focus on actually writing the story instead of worrying about the Python indentations. So even someone who is still learning Ren'Py and is looking to gain some experience, is fine. And even so and even though this is going to be a free project, I am even willing to pay a tiny little bit (I mean like maybe 30 dollars or so all in all, just as a small incentive, so don't expect to make a living of it). Same goes for an artist (or even someone who is good at making AI make images is fine too).
Anyway, here would be the beginning of my story, just so as to give you guys a basic idea:
A Legend of an Ancient Evil
We see images of burned out buildings, rubble, rats frolicking amidst the rubble, cast in a dim, barely visible sunlight, blocked by smoke and ashes.
In the distance we gradually see a man emerging from the twilight covered in mist and smoke. He is skinny and weak, moving slowly, as tough constantly on his last breath. His skin hangs loosely around his dirty, smelly body that is barely covered by rags.
Breathing heavily he makes his way past our point of view and past ruins of concrete of what must have once been a vibrant city. Though it is hard to say when that was. Maybe it has only been a few weeks since cars roamed these streets and children went to school in what is now a pile of concrete and asbestos. But it might as well have been ages ago.
The barely human figure makes its way past the ruins, entering a “forest” of burned tree stumps and then up a hill and finally into a small cave there, its entrance hidden by some bushes. Inside there is barely room for a makeshift chair and a makeshift table with a candle on it that our protagonist just lit.
He sits down, his scarred, wrinkled and tired face barely illuminated by the candle. He takes out a notebook and a pen and begins to write something. He then puts the pen away again and looks straight at our point of view and at us, the audience.
Ya must be wondering what happened, he says, speaking directly to us and with a slightly annoying wannabe American accent that sounds like he either watched too many Westerns set in Texas or too many urban crime dramas set in Harlem. Don’t worry bout that now, he continues. Ain’t nothing you or anyone can do bout it now. Well, the only thing left to do for you, is to make some choices. They ain’t gonna change the fate of humanity or anything, but they just might change yours. So while I am not gonna tell ya what happened, I am going to tell ya HOW it happened. Because as always, it happened slowly and then all at once. And it started a long, long time ago. Long before you or me or before what’s left of our civilization even got started. And it all started in a cave…
Fade dissolve whatever to a cave similar to this one, but actually much bigger and nicer. Well lit by lanterns and furnished by elaborate statues, columns and paintings. And though they are technically cave paintings by what must technically be cave men, they might as well have been painted by some renaissance artist and hung in the Louvre. They depict scenes of Mithras wrestling a bull and such, wearing his infamous and brightly red “papa smurf” cap.
There are many people in the cave, though all are male and only one of them is actually wearing such a smurf hat – the one standing in front of them and addressing them. He tells them of the true meaning of the cap he is wearing and the true meaning of Mithra’s victory over the bull and the true meaning of all their many ancient symbols, so venerated by them. He is interrupted by an agitator.
What you are telling us are but fairy tales, old man. Used to scare little children into obedience. Do you really expect us to believe that Cronus, the father of all gods and of time itself would really be nothing more than a planet? The very notion is blasphemy!
I didn’t say that, the old man interrupts him. If anything it should make us appreciate Zeus’s victory more and should make us glorify him more.
Zeus’s victory? But even if what you say is true, then isn’t Cronus clearly the superior god? Today is December 25. Are you suggesting all the sacrifices we made onto him leading up to today mean nothing? Does he not reward our gifts with gifts of his own? Does he not prolong the life of those sacrificing the life of their first born?
No, all I am saying is that the documented historical evidence clearly tells us that such sacrifices weren’t necessarily meant to be taken literal...
