A Little Glimpse to Bide Me Time

Greetings and Salutations,

This upcoming week I will hopefully post another of the story posts, I'm sure one of my friends who deeply cares about this blog will continue reminding me about it until I do. But in the meantime, I have a little personal update for you. I just finished my Sophomore year of college in game design, and have developed quite a few very small, not fun at all, games to get by all the many assignments involved. Bored with that, I joined to create Chimaera Games with a friend, and we are currently developing (or for the ones who have been following since the very beginning, resuming development) a single player turn based strategy game, similar to the Fire Emblem series, named Renegades of Flame. Unfortunately though, we both hold other jobs and are both in school, so getting together to work on it is difficult and so development on that will probably be slow. However, my mind recently spawned a great new idea that I am going to be running with shortly. It is a hybrid text based and graphic game based around a community of different types. And I leave you with the original concept to the game, written by me. 

Farewells and Valedictions,
Eoin Anndra Davis



It happened before anybody could learn anything, one moment everyone was driving or eating or watching TV, then next thing everyone heard, the radio was telling everyone to get to a nuclear shelter as fast as they can. The few that survived that blast returned to the surface to learn from the few military survivors that moments before the attack struck, America struck back. It seems, from what limited intelligence was gathered, that a group of  physicists, Russian, Indian, and Chinese, had joined together in Upper Mongolia, each dissatisfied with their countries, and amassed an arsenal of nuclear devices, both those that they designed themselves, and others that they 'liberated' from their respective countries. The terrorists were annihilated as well, as far as we can tell, but before the satellite dishes were destroyed we were receiving reports and emergency transmissions from every first world country in the world, and in addition to that the satellite images showed missiles streaking to every part of the world, striking the capitol cities and nearly all other major cities of Africa, Asia, the Middle East, the Indian subcontinent, Europe, North and South America, and Australia. There is hope that at least a few of the US's military bases around the world were able to halt a portion of the barrage of missiles, but prospects of them being able to defend both the cities they are near and themselves are not high due to the incredibly high pace set by the  terrorist movement in their attack.

And as if that wasn't enough, here, just outside Atlanta, we had the worse problem of the CDC. One would have thought that the high heat would have destroyed the malignant viruses and other bacterium housed within its' walls, but no, the housings were designed to be kept safe in case of emergency attack. The concrete was too thick and the blast too far away to cause enough heat through all the many layers of protection to destroy them. However, the earthquake immediately following the blast shattered many containment units, shards of rock and glass ripped many HAZMAT suits, and the screaming people left the building before they had noticed what they had done. The first of these carriers swept over the remaining towns, looking for some way to get inside a shelter before the fallout rained down upon them. We lost several men who went down in a shelter that had been opened to a carrier. They yelled for us to close and lock the door when they reached the bottom. The things they told us...... They screamed for two days, their minds gone mad with the horrible agony from this potent evil concoction and the terror of dying surrounded by this unimaginably evil visage of death, the works of this cocktail of the world's most deadly and horrifying diseases and viruses. We marked the door in red paint we found nearby, hoping another group wouldn't be so stupid as to do what we did.

Life is completely different now. Life is exactly the same. Sure, we don't drive to work in a cubicle every day from nine to five, come home and sit in front of the TV watching reruns before switching to the latest football game. We now go out and work from nine to five rebuilding the barricades and fortifications. Some work in the fields, some write down what they recall from books they read and merit badges they earned, almost all of us work on innovation and I..... well, someone's got to go out to the store occasionally. I'm the king, the master, the... well, not really, I'm just the one that protects everyone else. I'm the one that trains and leads some of my fellow survivors in battle against the various new problems that arise in this society. I'm the one who leads out foraging parties to gather much needed supplies to build the next genius invention, or rebuild from a flood, or help versus a sickness, or just to bring home the bacon. I'm the liaison with the other communities of survivors.

I'm the one...... who needs your command.




Minutes After Midnight
-new hybrid video game trilogy
--   coming, eventually...   --