A very light update! We're still making games. for you!
We're hoping to get a pledge manager to you soon, but right now we're focusing our logistical efforts on the ongoing fulfilment of the Gardens of Ynn and Orbital Blues Afterburn.
For some sneak previews, here's an unseen before art piece! This poor rotter must have had a rough night!
Rotter by Primo_Pinku
I also thought I'd share 10 undead from our big table of NPCs / character prompts. Evie did a great job on these! They're from the 'Classical and Post-Classical' section of the table, roughly covering -1000 BC to 1000 AD.
You were Mahkah. You were shot through with arrows by your enemies when they raided your camp at dawn. You never had a chance to open your eyes, and you have refused to sleep since.
You were Cora, who was consort and companion to Alexander himself. You mourned at his deathbed in the palace of Nebuchadnezzar II, and sealed yourself in a tomb of your own in tribute. It did not last.
You were Vidhi, a general who served King Ashoka in his conquests, bloody and terrible. But your king forswore violence and you could not forgive him, deserting his service. You perished on a bandit’s blade decades later, but it did not slow you down.
You were Blasius Domitius. You guarded Hadrian’s wall in service of your emperor, and were slain by a rock from a shepherd’s sling. Your shame kept you walking.
You were Cenebeth, the sailor. You took sail across the Mediterranean from port to port, but one day decided to try to find new lands through the pass and out into the wild Atlantic by Africa. You were lost to the depths, but crawled back to land decades later.
You were Xin Yan. You made the best bronze in all of the empire. You saw the future in the embers of the forge, and embers burn within you too.
You were Nicomedes Asina and cut crystal in Constantinople. Your works were beloved but you grew jealous of a rival and in a drunken rage slew him. You were executed, but it didn’t keep you down for long.
You were Pilate Vestanis and you rode with a king in Britannia after the empire in Rome fell. The tales they told of him were mere myths, but you knew the real man. You never gave up on his dream of uniting the Britons, and you revile the Saxon invaders who slew you.
You were Penelope. You washed the dead for burial in Anactorium, continuing to do so even after you own, until Augustus had your town torn down and your people moved. Since then you have wandered.
You were Bulan and lived once on the island of Sumatra. You mended nets and fished, but when your lover was tossed overboard in a storm you threw yourself into the waters to follow them. You washed ashore, but they did not.
