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CHARACTER PORTRAITS

Didn't feel like writing today, so I decided to draw instead. Please welcome: the traumatized men duo TM - Basile and Johann! Fair ladies are coming soon too.

(yes I didn't lie when I said that Basile is quite literally grey)

((do NOT ask about Johann's little flowers))

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Under a green sea, I saw him drowning

And he tells her — oh sister, I've been at this war for too long,

When you're drinking this wine of yours, I feel the blood in my mouth —

It has enough silver, steel, salt and fumes,

And our boys lie in the trenches under the tracks of clouds.

And he also tells her — oh sister, it seems I don't know anyhing about war,

I still haven't learned the math of our fire ships,

Or maybe tomorrow I'll look it right in the face and breathe in its wrath,

And all that's left of me would be a hole in the skies or a hole in the ground.

And so he tells her — oh sister, I have nowhere to return to but war,

Listen, thank you, it's been so warm with you today;

And under the fire you don't remember the taste of wine, but you don't know the taste of guilt...

And he goes back into the night, heavily dragging his wing.

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Johann, The Lightseeking Operator moodboard

I loosened my life with a wide plow

I buried my death under the roots of big oak

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this seems like it will break my heart into two. i can't wait 😭🙏

It's already breaking my heart as I write it so I hope I can provide some tasty glass😭😭

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Basile, The Grey Soldier moodboard

♪hopeless Poor Wayfaring Stranger♪

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Oh maaaaaan, just read the intro I already felt in love with the premise. I've always wanted to play a WW1 or WW2 wip, and here we have it! Please, don't give up on this idea!

Thanks! I'm already working on text, so I hope I won't give up on it too :D

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Dust particles flow in the air, shimmering with golden light of the sun. They rise to the sky, equally golden and hazy. Your mind is empty. There is no single memory in your head. Only one thought is ringing in your brain.

You must walk forward. Walk until your feet begin to bleed. Walk until your shoes fall apart.

And for some reason you can't oppose this thought.

This is your road to Damascus.

Dusty Meadows is a short interactive story set in post-WW1 world. It's a small psychological adventure that will take you through the scarred European fields. Wander the abandoned trenches, scorched forests, poisonous valleys and silent, deadly no man's land.

You don't remember anything. The feelings, however, still linger. Feelings like pain, grief and bitter longing. Your body is mutilated, but you feel no physical pain. It's your soul that aches. It's as if an important piece of it was heartlessly ripped off. This pain urges you to go forward. The answers might lie just behind the next hill or river. Your life depends on returning. Returning your soul. Returning your memories. Returning your life. Returning home.

That is, if there's anything left for you to return to at all.

Customizable MC: choose your gender, appearance, personality and name (if you can remember it, of course).

Meet the cast of various charachters: you're not the only one wandering and seeking these desolate lands. Talk to other wayfaring souls, listen to their stories. Maybe even share the same road and experience strangely deep bond with some of them...

Return your memories: remove the shroud from your past. Remember how you got here. Remember what hides behind the scars on your body. But be wary: some memories are forgotten for a reason.

Explore different locations: travel through the remains of war, learn what happened there and remember what binds you to these places.

Maintain your sanity: nobody said that battlefields are safe even after the war. Your mind is as scarred as your body, and sometimes memories crash like tidal waves. Whether you'll hold the line or succumb to the dark depths - is up to you and you only.

Tired Infantryman - Basile (M)

This man could be a definition of word "apathy". Everything about him is grey: both literally and figuratively. Dressed in grey-bluish trenchcoat, covered in grey dust, he looks at you with dull grey eyes. Even in his dark brown hair you can see grey strands, although he's still pretty young. He doesn't seem to be interested in anything around him, except for his cigarettes. His left arm is missing, and you can't help but wonder what's the story behind this.

Frozen Operator - Johann (M)

He is... a weird man. Tall and muscular like someone working in the fields all day long. But at the same time his skin is the palest and the coldest you've ever seen, and his eyes are sunken as if he was spending many sleepless nights doing paperwork. He's also the only one without any visible wounds, which is very unusual to see in this place. Johann seems like a kind and outgoing man, but he hides something deep in his heart.

Blind Journalist - Gelsomina (F)

Upper half of her face is covered with bandages, but even so you can tell she's a very beautiful woman. Dark blood stains over the place where her eyes were never seem to fully dry. She is much alike that blood: restless almost to despair. This woman will either find peace or die, and the least seems to be most likely. Losing her eyes was a hard hit: she can't see, she can't write, she can't do her job which had always meant life for her. She lost every reason to live, but the fire of her stubbornness is blazing hard, keeping her alive and eating her from inside at the same time.

Wayward Nun - Jolan (F)

She is a strange sight. Dressed in nun robes which covers her whole body, she also wears a gas mask which she refuses to ever take off. This woman is like a walking fortress of her own, cutting off every direct contact with the outer world. She barely speaks, preferring simple gestures, or rather, not communicating at all. You don't know what she looks like, what she sounds like, but here's one thing you know for sure: guilt is seeping through every crack of her thick defense.

Demo - TBA