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New project

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to share my new project that I'm working on for the past 3 weeks. It's a cyberpunk-themed visual novel! I had to learn some basic programming and 3D posing program (a big thank you to Joe for helping me out!!!).

The finished game will be available for free for everyone on these forums as soon as the game is complete (I hope by the end of next month).

And by the end of this month there will be a playable demo for everyone interested. The reason I am putting out the demo is not bug hunting, but feedback about the artwork and storyline.

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no helmets please

(( This reminded me of Hope Springs Wafflehouse :D

waffle

 

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Fracture

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I take one look at this place and... yeah... I won't like it here. This place is anti-me. Anti-everything. 

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Summer Reading

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For years, this site has been a real heaven for me to express how I feel, and not just about the Fallen Earth game. There are poets here, and artists, and 3D modellers recently. What a fantastic place! I think there is a lot of experience shared in this forum, not just about art and writing, but about communicating with others even if you don't speak the same language. 

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Los Alamos

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“It’s an interesting place. You’ll see.”

A moat, a canal going nowhere... an imaginary border. And behind it, solid buildings. Skyscrapers! Incredible.

“Whoa!” I said.

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Not like this...


When he was a kid, he dreamed of apocalypse.

No laws but the law of the strongest. Total, frightening freedom. And it could be romantic too. Blasting over windswept roads with a good, unconcerned soul by his side, a pack of hungry, rabid dogs barking and chasing his car and an old record of Lana Del Rey weeping from the stereo. In this dream, everywhere he looked there would be nothing. And there would be nowhere to go. There is no better or worse place hiding over the hill. That is the true apocalypse, a huge steamroller flattening everything down. 

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Scavenging run

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Zanesville outskirts, Sector 1

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The seeds


Hello to everyone that still reads and posts on these forums. I wanted to share fantastic news that I am currently writing a proper book!!

During the time spent in FE and on this forum I've gradually lost any fear of writing. At first I thought that I could only write short forms but it turned out that a book is just a collection of relatively short chapters.

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Holy woman



was waiting in line in front of a makeshift elevator down in Boneclaw, one of those contraptions that make you think if they are really worth getting into - you will avoid walking down the slippery slopes to the lower levels, but you run the risk of plummeting all the way down.

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Nothing to worry about

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"Who are you?"

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Battles without honor and humility

(had this story swimming in my mind for days so I found some time to put it out in raw form, I am sorry if it's still confusing to read but it's meant to provide an atmosphere  of my favorite "dungeon" in FE more than anything else) the son

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Radio snippet

 

- This is a very strange time of my life

- Why is that so, Engel?

- I feel restless... and useless.

- What should you be doing then?

- I should be out there, with a task, like I've done a hundred times before.

- None of it matters though.

- What the fuck are you saying? That's the single most disgusting thought.

- But it's true. You didn't change anything.

- What the hell are you talking about? I matter. I killed people. I removed the threat. They are gone. I...

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Butterfly in my belly

win her over with chloroform

 

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TTG™ original

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He is a terrible man. 

On his chubby arm is a low-quality tattoo of a Virgin Mary holding a little baby mutant. As he walks into the bar the janitor looks up at him. Both of them are bald, and so is the barkeep, polishing the heavy glass beer mugs. The place suddenly feels like an annual Northfields failed hairdressers convention. There's nobody else in the bar, which doesn't come as a surprise since it's early morning and the Tap isn't even open yet.

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No title

Fat bombs fell and destroyed the city. Hungry fire spread out leaving only ash and charred memories. Of course the buildings burned down, but the destruction was so great that even the streets were gone, not even a trace of these blood veins of a big city. These streets, like the houses, only remained in the minds of the survivors. They could retrace the steps in their mind, but the reality was a flat sea of rubble. You think this is some recent history class, the Fall and Shiva virus and all that.

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Angel

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*based on a true story actually

Everything is not always violent and bleak and full of despair here in the wasteland, but it seems to me that when the good news finally come every once in a while - they do so with a tinge of blood anyway. 

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year of the Fear

*Click*

Let it be known that the last year was - the year of the Fear.

By naming it properly I hope to bind it to a time frame behind us, where it can stay harmless and docile.

 

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The All-Clone theory

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A theory about the world of Fallen Earth

Premise: in a sealed-off environment, you can control everything.

The year is not  2156. 
The history that you are familiar with - is false.
Shiva virus is a lie. 

Something did happen around the 2050 that is far more terrible than global nuclear war and virus outbreak. 
Since the incident, the Earth is totally uninhabitable by humans. There were no human survivors. None. The Earth has fallen.

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Made it! (pt 3)

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I open my eyes. It was all a dream. The sandstorm, hell and the baby.

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Caustic (part 2)

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It's gonna take more than that to stop me.
This shit won't even slow me down. Burning eyebrows and stomach turning 'round. Please... I'm a clone. Even if I am not built to endure such horrific torment, I am expected to, and that's what keeps me going.

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Nature (pt1)


I find myself again, for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, I am amazed.

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Warm Shadow

Partner 22
All the scars are on the inside, I'm not sure if there's anything left to me

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A rare sighting

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On a hot summer night like this, Beau's Tavern is a welcome sight to all those weary riders coming down that dusty south road. It may be warm outside, but it's cool inside just like the heart of the bald clone walking in through the main door. Rugged leather jacket zipped all the way up to his collar, a clean patch of skin around his eyes where the riding goggles used to sit and a pair of milky eyes that scream for a drink. What does this freak of the road want here?

The truth is, this rider only craves a drink. Something to cool down his tongue and something to make that red dust of Northfield's road in his mouth easier to swallow down. He turns and makes his way to the bar and at that moment the patrons can see the crossed symbols and letters on the back of his jacket. Their eyes go wide, and more than one of them feel something fishy about the whole thing but they know better than to ask out loud.

Facing the grim rider, the barman can't understand what the commotion in the back is about, but like any professional he quickly remmembers the drink associated with the face of an old customer. He places a glass and fills it with some lukewarm straight gin, a terrible way to drink what is already a terrible enough liquid.

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Children in the playground & second-hand bodies

I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get this idea out of my head, it can't be done!

She said something like: "I can sneak inside, nobody suspects a little girl." Sure, and nobody in Post 23 has an IQ over 50. Stereotypes get you killed. So how do I get in? Maybe I don't need to go inside at all and I could find an easy prey outside the walls? I was thinking of maybe sweet talking a high-up Enfo officer or kidnapping him or her if that doesn't work, but I can't find any! The Children have taken over the playground and Enfos are behind their walls or out there on the front line.

But I need to get inside and get their August radio communication ledger. They've probably already put a big wet "TOP SECRET" stamp on it and stored it along with hundreds of other top secret documents in some underground vault and forgotten all about it. Maybe I'm late...

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Paths are made for walking

That looks tasty. That looks plenty. This is hungry work.

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Surprise, everything went according to plan


"Tea please."

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The laughing drunkard

Your destiny will lead you, to wherever people need you,
Though danger may have found you, you have your friends around you now.

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Open RP - FALLENWOOD

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New Flagstaff

 

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Monsters under the bed

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Bagger 288


A note has been scribbled with a magic marker on a scrap of glossy yellow paper and posted in front of Oilville hospital and New Flagstaff garage:

BAGGER 288
It's time - let's do it.
156.05 MHz



 

New Flagstaff - my town

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