The battle was over, but not the war. Another victory over more.
The streets run aloud, not from gunfire this time, fortunately, but from the Valkyrie students. Their cheers echoed the streets with high-fives all around. While some began tying up unconscious sukebans, waiting to be loaded up and transported to a cell, surely.
Though the mysterious figure had slipped from the minds of nearly everyone, their presence still lingered in the background.
Only most.
As for the rest of the student representatives, they were more occupied with other matters. To a limited extent of which Yuuka was able to disclose information about their enigmatic benefactor to her counterparts.
"Before the smoke came, I saw he possessed a good aim. I know this is strange to say, but his focus was more on the weapons than on the sukebans themselves. After that, I did get a glimpse of him running towards them barehanded."
An adult.
"Unless the beard doesn't make it obvious. For someone in his age, it's already impressive."
"You mean he…" Suzumi's voice lapsed into silence momentarily before concluding with a remark. "Adults are horrifying."
Who has extensive expertise in combat and is skilled at executing it.
"I would like to add my findings upon the captured sukebans that were inside the smokescreen posses injuries and bruises consistent with unarmed assault - none ever matched the angle from where he fired from the side. Just as Yuuka claims, his shots are intentionally targeting the weapons with the purpose of disarming, thereby allowing him to finish the sukebans personally around the guise of the smoke." Chinatsu articulated with her own investigation, causing more of the representatives to stare at her with disbelief in their eyes.
"I almost thought he was a bad shot because he wasn't dropping any of them. This puts it to a new perspective." Fubuki added. The man is sure responsible with the sukebans who flinched their arms and dropped their weapons during the second wave. "Kind of terrifying, really."
"Chinatsu-san, care to support your assessment?" Yuuka's turn to voice her curiosity about this. Someone risking in front of fire without a halo? Now that is just deathly stupid, unless experienced. Then it's even more evidence.
"Simple, the rounds his firearm is chambered with." From her pouch she shows a spent .45 ACP hull. Her supposed pillar to support the claim.
Which Fubuki looked not too amused and pointed out. "Err… Hate to break your little theory, but most of the road is covered in shells. We just got done treating six for tripping over them out of cover and being shot at." One that Chinatsu just had to push her glasses back.
"Care to identify anyone here who uses a .45 caliber firearm? I doubt it, as these rounds I could find are only situated at an alleyway. Nowhere else. Miss Hayase's weapon might be multi-caliber, but it does not take .45. Hasumi's Enfield, 7.7×56mmR. Suzumi, 5.56×45mm. Even your classmates only take .38 for their standard service revolver. Which you should know because you were once in their field before sidelining yourself to be part of the safety bureau. In short, no one else in the field is currently carrying .45 that I can confirm, but him."
Chinatsu's eyes narrowed, emitting an intimidating aura. "Unless you have any say so, I would appreciate."
Her narrowed eyes seemed to pierce through the air, their intensity sending shivers down the spines of the meekest around her. The once calm atmosphere now crackled with the intimidating aura that emanated from her, seemed to cast a shadow over her face, causing Fubuki to wince.
"Alright, alright. I get it. This all sounds… way out there." No need to go all terrifying. Just a suggestion. "I'm just saying…"
Without a halo. That one was already noticeable when paused to look at the person. Probably didn't help the hat obscured most of his face, but a graying beard was visible.
"That begs the question: where do you think he came from? Could be they may be from the countryside. Surely, someone with his appearance should have alerted the GSC." Yuuka voiced.
"He could be an alien." Fubuki chimed in, munching on her donuts with a faux serious appearance as everyone turned to the Safety Bureau officer with annoyed looks. "Probably crashed from outer space… What? I'm just keeping the possibilities broad like earlier."
"The question we should be asking is are his intentions." Everyone then turned to the JTF vice chairwoman. "If he indeed came not from Kivotos but somewhere else, why reveal himself now if he has long remained undetected from us?" as Hasumi proffered a piece of wise advice.
"I'm reporting this in to the GSC." Suzumi turned away as she whipped out her phone.
For the rest, they continued to watch the person as he moves around to stockade of weapons they acquired after the battle. He crouched down to inspect some of them.
He pulled to retrieve the magazine out; then pulled back the charging handle and deftly caught the ejected bullet in his hand and looked closer before smoothly reinserting it into the magazine and picks up the use casings and hulls on the ground to a pouch.
While everyone else appeared to close disregard him completely. Too busy soaking in with their victory to even notice.
Many remained undecided about their stance on the person. He did lend a hand till the fighting died down. Hasumi made a valid argument: what was the extent of his motives?
As the discussion drew to a close, the individuals exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the situation. It was clear that the person had helped them, but the question remained: what did he stand to gain from it?
Perhaps it would be smart as Hasumi also followed suit with her own phone, followed by other representatives to report on the matter of their findings.
While their eyes stayed on the man while he deftly retrieved a sturdy rope. Using the thing to loop, and secured the rope around the bunch of firearms to ensure a firm grip, creating a makeshift bundle.
Satisfied with his work, the weight of the bundle felt more manageable in his hands, ready for effortless transportation. He's resourceful, they'll give him that, but why that lot of firearm?
He only has two hands.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice calling out for someone caught their attention. They saw a white-haired Valkyrie student with a wide smile on her face running.
It stood out to them because instead of a name; she was shouting a number like it was one as they looked. "Thirteen!"
"Hoh? Seems like Kirino already pulled a fast one all on ya'. That's my partner!"
Suzumi decided to break off from the group and go talk to the stranger. She wanted to get a good look at the person - Nothing more.
"Eh? I said I'm sorry already!" The white-haired girl exclaimed. Just for the tall figure arched his back, kind of like he was laughing, before waving his hands lightly.
While for the two shook hands and concluded with a subtle thumbs up from whom Fubuki called by the name of Kirino. Judging by the interaction, they seemed to be on good terms. Fair enough.
However, as the Vigilance leader attempted to approach, she finally grasped the immense size of the person close.
The man's hand dove for his pockets as he rustled something out. A container resembling a petri dish before he hands it over, only to retract it in a swift take.
He remained silent, as if lost in deep in his contemplation, his hands tightly gripping the container until it was handed over to the safety bureau officer that slowly accepted.
"Here, healing salves helps with the pain. Just apply 'em to the bruises. Use it on your friends or your… prisoners. Ration it. Either way, the effect is potent like a punch to the face."
"Hmm? Oh, you must be the representatives from the academies! Appreciated for the helping hand."
Kirino eyes on the strange piece of container with a dirty tape on top that read. "Herbal Ointment." Before she took noticed of the new voice that joined in, just as the enigmatic individual also turns his attention as well. Never remarking or saying anything after, just a quiet murmur.
"Kirino-san…" Suzumi trailed off for a moment, as she looked at Kirino's expected gaze. "Do you know this person?"
Kirino blinked. "Huh? Oh, yeah…" She timidly smiled, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. The sound of soft laughter filled the air as she glanced around nervously. "Kind of…?" That sounded uncertain. Something Suzumi didn't catch on wholesale.
"And I must say, the methods you two used earlier were of great assistance. On the behalf of everyone here today, we're grateful for the both of you." The Trinity student said.
"Oh, it's no problem." Kirino, in turn, looked away even more. Totally screwed up the first part of the plan and nearly blew the second one, too. Plus, Thirteen did say he didn't mind it.
"Morizuki Suzumi of Trinity. It's a pleasure meeting the both of you, Kirino and…"
"Su…Zu…Mi… Suzumi…" The said girl becomes uncomfortable when she hears the man repeatedly murmuring her name. Thing that made her a bit on guard around the man.
"Oh, sorry about him. He hates names. Or new people, for that matter…" Kirino butts in for the man, chuckling as she explains.
Finally, the man finally let out a sound. "No…" He grumbled to himself before speaking. "Thirteen. And I thank you for the support as well."
"May I ask where you are from, if it isn't any problem?"
"…"
A pause.
The man had fallen once again into silence just as his head lowered, yet his gaze swept over the crowd as he had been deep in thought. His lips had then slightly parted, emitting a faint murmur that had been barely audible.
More of the representative joined in, intrigued.
"No, there isn't. I'm just a lowly wanderer, roving from place to place. Never really belonged to anywhere. Only the road is my true home."
"And the road just happen lead you to arrive here?" One of them pipes up.
"Seems like so. Either way, the place looks nice, better than the last I stayed at; well, before the fighting and explosives." The man gave a stiff shrug. His movements seemed forced, as if his muscles were resisting the motion when he lightly raised his hands. "I hoped I helped you all well enough to know I mean you no harm. I have no such interest in doing so."
The man then changes his gaze to Yuuka, offering her a curt nod and a tip of his hat. "And I thank you to the purple one's shield. Mighty useful that little device you have."
Yuuka expressed the compliment with a proud huff.
"Now, I do believe it's time for me to head on out. Nothing much use for old me."
As the man stepped back, the festive crowd of Valkyrie students followed suit, allowing himself to be engulfed. The iconic leather hat of his vanished from sight, swallowed down the partying mob.
"What in the world!?"
Yuuka's instincts kicked in, and she swiftly pushed aside the Valkyrie students, who were in her way. With a gesture, she signaled for Hasumi to assess the situation and locate Thirteen from amongst the crowd.
But in the end, the man disappeared as he showed himself. Quick.
Despite the collective efforts of the remaining representatives, including Kirino, to stop the festivities for Yuuka's quick reaction to witness, the towering man skillfully melded into the surroundings, evading capture. The sound of hurried footsteps and hushed whispers filled the air as the crowd dispersed.
"How? Just how did he somehow draw away from us when he's almost taller than Hasumi-san's - No offense."
Just as Yuuka had grumbled, frustrated as their attempts to capture this elusive figure only in resulting in brushing with the thin air where he once been.
"None taken," said JTF member.
"- Could have slipped us like that!?" The Seminar representative ended.
Then, her gaze fell upon the sole person able to provide answers.
"You!"
"Me!?" Kirino blinked.
"Yes, you. Thirteen. Did he say to you where he was going? Anything at all?" Yuuka questioned Kirino.
"I-I don't know anything, I swear. He ever only mentions about being lost and taking a look around, that's it."
"Yuuka, that is enough." In an instant, she came to a halt and distanced herself from Kirino, who let out a relieved sigh. Everyone turned to Chinatsu while she sighed.
"If Thirteen is still in Kivotos, our reports should suffice for now. With an appearance like his, it won't be too soon for him to be spotted once more now that we know of his existence."
"Soooo, partner. You never told me you like 'em old." Amidst the arguing, Fubuki came up to Kirino's side, practically leaning onto her with a sly grin.
But then Kirino just innocently said. "Huh?"
"Already being buddy-buddy with him. Shooting your shots when you can't even land one on the target range. That's a risky maneuver there, but you still hit the bullseye."
"I don't…?"
The slacker patted Kirino's back with a smile. "I'm proud of you."
"… … WHAT!?"
…
Junk.
Papers, stacks of them… Reports…Not related to anything. Not important.
More junk.
A rock of all things being suspended in the air by some machine... No amount of whiskey could sway me into persuading people to buy it. Let alone try to make it out of here with that thing.
Another trash seems like one.
The sound of heels clicking echoed through each step on the floor.
I kept quiet as the intruder came in to stalk the room, unaware of my presence from the shadows. She scanned the place, taking a look around, still completely unaware of my watchful eyes.
Intrinsic are the colors of her mask. A mesmerizing vibrancy. I watch as the small amount of light danced upon its surface, hues of radiant crimson, void black, and drab purples blended a huge sign projecting of trouble to come from this person.
All resembled some animal. One who presents themselves with danger with all those bright colors.
The echo of her voice carried a sigh of indifference.
"I don't see what's the whole big deal about this place? What is even here to destroy?…" I could sympathize with you. Room doesn't give off anything really important to take.
She must be really determined to destroy this place.
I can tell from the squint of my eyes revealed the contents of the large sack with my training for [Eyes on the prize] perk. The outline from inside left was similar to not just any explosives, but plastique military grade quality.
Ain't rustling with no rusting tin can with her. She's all business when it comes to those sophisticated bombs.
"I second that. Nothing here but that floating rock looks to be of any value. Though you got to have the smoothest silver-tongue to convince people that."
Flapping her arms in surprise, she quickly grabbed her rifle and took aim.
All while I was making myself comfortable on a couch across from her, I stretched out my back and rest.
"Who's there!?" her voice muffled said to me.
"I wouldn't waste the bullet. If I wanted to, I would've taken the chance earlier with your back turned to me. This still changes nothing." I said, with my disheveled hair flowed down to my shoulder after my hand lifted and set my hat down beside me.
"You…" I watched silently as she murmured something before coming to a pause. Then continued. "Drawn to here as well? How wonderful." Was she expecting for me?
Just the way her breathing sounded muffled inside that mask, one could hear a hint of amusement in the way she spoke.
It was eerie how to give off that sensation to me. Nevertheless, I never let it get me. There was no need for a fight. Instead, I let the words do the work.
"Got kind of interested when I read "crafting chambers". Shame, there's nothing interesting here. Then you came along and here we are. I wasn't expecting visitors." I briefly turned to her sack on the floor. "Let alone one with a welcoming gift for me. Then here we are."
"Fufufu. "Here we are," indeed. Perhaps you have been blinded." She chuckled as her rifle slowly aimed down. "Yes, truly, that must be it."
"…" Blinded?
"I know what you are capable of," Right after uttering that ominous word, the person swiftly clasped her hands together, causing her fingers to interlock tightly. "And it is simply astounding!"
Simultaneously, her rifle slipped from her grip and plummeted to the floor, creating a cacophony of loud clanks that reverberated through the room.
"To have crossed paths so quickly, Ah. Hehehe… this must be the reds threads of fate's work weaving us together."
As if her oddity wasn't enough, it had now reached a whole new level. The peculiar vocabulary and the way she spoke felt it drawn me closer like a magnetic force. Tantalizing as it was. It was becoming evident that she might not be all business with these explosions.
My curiosity needed to be satiated, and she's my only way to how.
"That right?" I said back.
"I was fortunate to witness a marvel of your work firsthand. Your display of power is just... Breathtaking. Just the destruction you left, the impact you cause. Now to bear witness to the man responsible for the destruction. Finally!"
"…" Now it's coming all clear to me. She gets off from this.
I'm telling you, for all the people I meet in my life, the most threatening aren't the ones who know their stuff professionally; the people who are cold and calculating in their actions aren't, but it's the ones who genuinely love the things they do.
In her case, explosions and some devotion or addiction the thrill from it. She's a clear dangerous cocktail, that one. I just unknowingly sat by and let her go on.
"Oh, to this quick… It is a sign. You just have not seen it; yet."
I sure do wish I won't.
"All of this was fascinating… Fate… Signs. But to be honest, I'm really interested in knowing your name."
Then I witnessed something odd.
Her entire body quivered momentarily, as if a sudden gust of wind had swept through the room with her legs trembling reminded me of how a floater squirms before it dies. Heh, funny.
By that time, she had already regained her composure and had her fist clenched near her mouth. "I-I relent. I would be more inclined to satisfy your lingering curiosity. It is to be expected of your future partner."
No, not really. Wait, future partner? Was my hearing right?
"I, Fox of Calamity… or as I have been bestowed upon this title by the masses. Or perhaps Kosaka Wakamo would you confine more with? I wouldn't mind with either. Just remember it in due time." I brushed off that previous thought and moved on to the Calamity part. Yeah, with bombs like that, it fits.
Right guess it's my turn. I could already sense her eyes through those holes in her mask, eagerly watching me with an expectant gaze.
Damn it… Might as well not disappoint.
"Oh, folks from where I came from call me by all sorts of names, but Thirteen tends to stick the longest. I am what most would call a wanderer; I wander from place to place and a good scavenger, if I say so myself. Not that I mean to add honey over my words."
"And how does a mere "scavenger" could have known what I was bringing along?" She must mean her bombs.
"Not really that hard to pull a guess. I didn't develop an eye for things to be called just a regular scavenger. Wanna know something? I dig for someone who knows their stuff when it comes to explosives. I'll give you that respect from me."
In that moment, her pause had caught my attention. I watched as her body tensed, a frigid sensation seemingly taking hold of her. It was as if she had been wrestling with something inside, yet the nature of it had eluded me.
I had continued to observe her, unaware of why or if this was a cultural thing going over my head, only sensing a peculiar stillness that had hung in the air.
Was it something I said? I could tell beneath the surface, there had been an intricate dance of burning emotions unfolding, shrouded itself in a veil of secrecy. Just waiting to go wild like a calamity.
"O-Of course you do…" I swear her breaths drew too hard.
Fortunately, nothing exploded.
"Now then, I have to ask, why do all of this? "
Those ears… No, the ones top of her head, the furry ones poked up straight.
"Fufufu… You are quite inquisitive, aren't you? Your perception, though not flawless, intrigues me. The answer is so simple, yet still eludes you." She chuckled softly. Her laughter carried a hint of mystery about all of her as a person, weaving this addiction upon me. With it, she raised her left hand. She extended her pinky finger delicately, as if reaching out for an invisible connection between us.
"We are tied to one another, intertwined by fate. It's merely a matter of time before we will be drawn together once more." Her voice, such a weight it carried of unspoken emotions.
This is by far freakier than how Xian acts after she had just took on a drinking match against Blackjack and won. Or those balls of light roaming outside of Big MT at night.
Then suddenly, the lights came on. The both of us raised our heads watching the fluorescent lights came to life.
"It seems like we're being interrupted. Even fate has a liking for tragic comedies as of late..." She sighed disappointedly. Slowly, she lowered herself down to reach for her rifle. Just to hover my hand over my waist holster for my revolver.
Yet she didn't faze and continued. "I should take my leave." With that, she slung that large sack behind her before walking up the steps to the door.
"Perhaps you want to…" she trailed off, stopping her tracks to turn to me.
"I'll take a raincheck on that. I'll make my own exit." I waved her off casually.
With her finally out of the way, I could get back into searching this place.
Though I never expected this - she tossed the white sack in my direction, its contents shifting audibly within, and threw the detonator across to me as my hand caught the device before she made her exit.
Whatever she's on about, this gesture of hers.
"Next time when we cross paths, I shall be the one asking."
"You say it likes it's a guarantee."
"Never question fate."
The door finally slid close.
"Crazy kid…" Even in a paradise like this got their fair share of eccentric people.
"The answer is simple." Hah… A rebel without a cause… Fighting for nothing. Or just an adrenaline tripper. Calamity… Sew chaos… Or just for the hell of it, because she can.
In my hand, I held what I could call the parting gift from her. A simple device, yet by no means made in some ransacked shop out of scraps. This was some precision work. Made in some factory and by machines, no less.
My eyes narrowed as I examined the device. An intriguing detail caught my attention—a small octopus logo embellished its side, a lead on who this might belong to.
In any case, I was sure they wouldn't mind if a few of their stock went missing.
"Interesting…"
For now, I'll keep on a lookout for this octopus group. I swear I think I saw it on the tank I climbed on from earlier than, well… Real interesting party to meet.
I put away the detonator for now as I try to wrap my head around this machine that's causing the rock-obelisk to hover. And the obelisk itself. Half destroyed, with bits and chunks floating underneath it.
[Remote Explosive Detonator added to Inventory list]
Strange symbol carved on the side. Wasn't sure what they meant or what are they were supposed to depict.
I tried. It looked like a mysterious figure in a flowing robe turned around and some stick going up with a circle on the tip. That's the best description I could make out from the strange lines carved out.
Describing the sensation was difficult; it felt as though I needed to reach out to it. Just as I extended my hand, the trance was abruptly shattered by the realization that something was glimmering rays coming from inside my Pip-boy. The source of the light became apparent—it emanated from the holo-disk slot.
Ah, right. I had forgotten about it; I had never really taken that peculiar blue holo-disk out before.
I observed in awe as the holo-disk in my hand cradled in my hand, mesmerized by the blue and pink ethereal glow emanating from within. Its luminous tendrils cast a soft, enchanting light, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
Here, in the presence of this mysterious artifact, I found myself at a loss, uncertain of how to comprehend or react to such a surreal occurrence. I could do nothing but stand there, transfixed, as the light intensified, drawing me closer to the enigmatic obelisk, its brilliance growing with each step I took.
Suddenly, the light grew to blind me. The whole ground under me shook violently as I caught glimpses of the fluorescent lights flickering.
"Please kindly step onto the platform so we can start the experiment. Do not worry, eighty-nine percent is quite a safe number to have in the context of calculated risks. The chances of brain damage or just total devolution to a vegetative-state is… not that much of a threat. Once my machine indeed worked, I want you to take as much pictures and record as much the provided notebook's pages could be filled… And as a machine, I am still learning more about biological etiquette. As such, this might be fitting for what's about to happen to you. Good luck and stay safe! Won't matter if you perish, though. Or maybe it will if your concept of an afterlife exists."
Abruptly, the luminous intensity surged, dazzling me with its brilliance until all I could see was a blinding, white glow. The ground quaked beneath my feet, sending shockwaves through my entire being, a jarring reminder of the raw power at play. In the midst of the tremor, I caught fleeting glimpses of fluorescent lights flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows that danced wildly across the walls.
The air crackled with energy, carrying with it a palpable sense of anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was being pulled apart at the seams or I was being one.
The deafening roar of the shaking ground reverberated in my ears, drowning out all other sounds and intensifying the sensory onslaught.
To just end abruptly.
"Huh?" Amidst my ragged breathing, I glanced down at my trembling, outstretched arm held the holo-disk clutched tightly in my hand. As the radiant glow, I felt a peculiar sensation, akin to a gentle electric current, starting from my fingertips.
The fading light cascaded down my fingers, tracing intricate patterns as it seeped into my palms, coursing through my arms till it reached the rest of my body with an otherworldly warmth spreading.
[…]
My Pip-boy flickered to life, projecting a display featuring the mascot's face, its eyes cartoonishly swirling in a comical yet ominous manner. It was mostly never a good omen when my device showcased this particular animation.
Typically, it meant that its sensors had detected something far wild beyond its understanding, where it is prompted to respond with the mascot's confused face as an indicator.
"What in the god's grace just happened?"
The holodisk…
The holodisk!
I looked at that damn thing that almost blinded me and… Footsteps. A lot of them, approaching closer.
Finally. Took them long enough.
A/N:
Back from midterms. Things are not fun before it started being infected by the flu outbreak for weeks has rendered me bedridden for a while and basically detest any technology because staring at a screen gives me a headache or migraine.
This chapter is basically what I finished before getting sick and with a few polishing a what I have finished for now to just assure people I'm still alive and kicking. Just need to return to collage. But I will continue with the next half of the chapter soon.
Sorry if it's quite short, as there's a lot of cut content that continued the story further and about me just trying to copy the snark and cynical dialogue in the form of the background characters conversing with one another for fun.
One another note, congratulation to Unknown Sixth, as apparently I have been linked to the discord in a comic from his story!
On the sad note, I missed a lot of banner so… supermaid Toki is sadly missed.
Again, sorry for the inactivities due to the flu and academics. Hope to see you guys again!
Maksym1997obl: Hey, thanks a lot. I like to strike a good balance of cliche and the norm against the weird. It's still a wasteland and, living as long as Thirteen is sure to see something out of the usual - as usual as living in post apocalyptic wasteland with mutants. This new world he's in, Kivotos, is no different, just a prettier coat of paint.
Also, could you expand on the situation on Fury road? I think it just went too metal for my taste compared to the other 2 previous movies. Also, I feel like, as great as Max was portrayed turning feral, I feel like he's no longer the main protagonist after two movies following him, which is mostly a pet peeve from me and my old man.
Thanks for the list, I have Metro 2033 on paperback and have been told to not get 2035 since Artyom apparently acts out of character from people.
Mnass: Oh, soon their reaction is somewhat planned. And I have so much planned for the certain A.I partner of his. For now, Thirteen is just some outsider who looks out of place.
Ah, I see, when you look at abandoned buildings, the first thought that comes up is apocalyptic, lol. Sure, I'd be happy to see pictures from the books. Also, what are the mosaics like murals? I think it's the same thing when I searched on google showed me cosmonauts.
I'll see if the movies could be watched when I finally have an enough break from academics to watch films again.
Funny story with the New blood CRPG game, my old man introduced me to Fallout 3 back then before introducing me to Fallout 1 and 2. And falling more in love due to how the world building is constructed. He also showed me Wasteland, but I could never stomach the challenge it gave during the ending and dropped it.
While being sick, he gifted me a game called SpaceWreck from my old man said that might be in our alley and, aka crpg, with a message that maxxing out strength may or may not end up not being able to crawl into vent shafts because of the physique. Cool.
Might be interesting once I have finished my other planned games I need to finish on the list. He regularly searches the internet for new rpg games for us to play. Like a family bonding thing between us in shared interest.
Then he started spamming me badly cropped screenshots of what looked like isometric renders that look like to me was some new fallout fan game or inspired by it several times before just using his phone to take a picture of the monitor of a news article of some new Fallout-like game from New Blood. Art looks real nice, like late 90s clay nice.
I only knew New Blood from Forgive me Father that I played back. Like the comic book artstyle a lot.
I remembered his reaction when I searched around for this New Blood CRPG and found out the combat has this first person turn based combat. Said it reminded him of Might and Magic and asked me to install him in the sixth game on the pc.
It's real nice how this old 3d style is getting a cleaner look with modern tech while still following to its art style with Alexander Berezin being part of the team.
But what I love most is… MARK MORGAN is coming back to do the soundtrack! Words can't express how much I casually listen to "Dreamtown" and "The biggest little town in the world".
Can't wait to relax to his tunes once the game is released.
Naufalrakha0104: Oh, that last part in chapter 3 was just some side-story I was writing. Not important, like just another encounter in Kivotos Thirteen stumbles upon. It's mainly world building and just me writing for fun. Still not finished though.
