Note: The game was written using Ink - See full game at: http://origintrailgame.com/
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NAR: While everyone is helping out around the camp, you look up from doing laundry and see Philimp standing by himself. He looks lost.
Child: Is everything okay, Philimp?
Aristocrat: Yes! I am perfectly fine! Peachy, even. #surprised
NAR: You hold up a crumpled shirt.
Child: Do you want to help?
Aristocrat: Ah… #confused
Aristocrat: I don’t...know. #confused
Child: Okay.
//five second delay?
Aristocrat: I should clarify: I don’t know how.
Aristocrat: At my estate, the servants handled the day to day menial tasks.
Aristocrat: It was not seen as...appropriate for someone of my stature to partake. Beneath me, even.
Child: So you didn’t have to do chores? #surprised
Aristocrat: No.
Child: Isn’t that great?!
Aristocrat: I suppose? But... #confused
Child: What?
Aristocrat: Why do you do it? #confused
Child: Someone has to. If it isn’t washed, we’d have to wear stinky clothes!
Aristocrat: True! And no one wants that! #laughing
Aristocrat: I admit, it feels...wrong, standing here. Not doing anything. Like I’m missing something.
Child: I can show you how to do it. You don’t have to stand there anymore, and you can help!
Aristocrat: It can’t be too hard, could it? If I, Philimp the Sixth of the venerable Ystachio dynasty, cannot help others and fold clothes, I do not deserve my titles! #happy
NAR: Philimp tried folding the laundry today.
NAR: While he was away scavenging for food, Grandma did it again.
Script-writing Excerpt: Thread
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The Concert, Outside
Scene Goal: The main character slowly loses their enthusiasm as they come into contact with triggers. Triggers shake their resolve.
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[PLAYER opens their eyes and sighs, taking in the sight; Phone vibrates with Text]
TEXT: Where are u?
[PLAYER uses speech to text, holding phone up to their face]
PLAYER: Courtyard. North of stadium.
TEXT: U actually coming? Sweet! You won’t regret it, promise! :D Remember, r4 s33
PLAYER: Four, thirty-three. Got it. Love you.
TEXT: lottsa <3 Cya there!
[PLAYER puts away their phone (use a click noise to emphasize that the convo has ended? It’s anachronistic in this day and age, I know)]
[PLAYER begins to walk, and it should be relatively peaceful until minigames begin]
[FIND THE BOMB trigger/mini-game begins]
[Triggered by proximity to first ‘bomb’]
VOICE: Don’t look.
[each line after this is said after a ‘bomb’ is investigated]
VOICE: There’s nothing.
VOICE: You know it’s nothing. So why do you still do it?
VOICE: You are not there anymore, on deployment! You’re back home! You don’t have to do this!
VOICE: Ignore it. Just...push...it...away...somehow.
[FIND THE BOMB mini-game ends]
PLAYER: What the fuck is happening?
VOICE: Ignore it. Just ignore it.
VOICE: Compress. Decompress. You’re still good.
[FIND THE SNIPER trigger/mini-game begins]
[Triggered by the noise of a car that backfires; each line is said after a window is looked at]
VOICE: Don’t look, don’t look...
VOICE: You’re doing it again.
VOICE: And again.
VOICE: And again. Like a broken machine.
[FIND THE SNIPER mini-game ends]
PLAYER: Not now...not again.
VOICE: [impatient] Charlie mike. Don’t have time for this.
[Concert is in sight over the tops of some buildings]
VOICE: There it is. Finally.
[PLAYER rounds the final building and seeing the crowd, freezes and sucks in a breath]
VOICE: It’s just people. Just people. A helluva lot, but still. Still thinking of flaking?
PLAYER: Hell no! ...no choice...
VOICE: Damn straight.
[Crowd thickens, PLAYER breathing becomes heavier]
VOICE: You got this.
[Crowd closes around you as you move forward; Heighten tension with vibration and sounds]
PLAYER: [muttering] Agh. Sorry, sorry. Coming through. Sorry. Fuck.
VOICE: It’s just like basic. Basic, you hear me? Marching in rows, the only sounds the thunder of your boots and the roar of the platoon...repeat after me: Left. Left. Left right left…
C-130 rollin’ down the strip,
got a broke ass-trooper
on a one way trip.
Mission top secret,
destination unknown,
don't even know if he's ever comin' home.
[PLAYER hums to the tune as they walk into the concert]
