So I’m consistently running into blocks with Who Is Left, partly because of the tone of the story (gritty realism is something I’m typically comfortable with, but I guess I’m just kind of sick of it right now), partly because of the really hard mechanics (I rely heavily on dialogue when writing, which is hard to do when you never know which character might be dead at any given point).
So I decided to go with something a bit more lighthearted (a bit), and which also requires more in the way of invention instead of research. A space opera with similar characters and even a vaguely similar premise, but which is under no pressure to develop advanced combat mechanics and such until I’m feeling more comfortable doing so. Also, being a space opera, I can resolve a lot of plot problems with “because of space.” Things like alien artifacts, “psionic” powers that are basically magic, and single biome planets are staples of space opera, which basically lets me write fantasy with laser guns.
I don’t have a playable demo ready yet, seeing as I just started writing it today, but here’s the opening paragraph, which I’m basically posting purely in the hopes that people will tell me that I’m like Shakespeare but in space and beg me to finish it, since I’ve been struggling to muster up motivation lately.
You can never trust an alien species whose language doesn’t even have a word for “democracy.” The Vilectine Dominion seems to take every other species’ atrocities and moral shortcomings as a personal challenge to do something even worse, and the result is a vast empire built on slave labor and buttressed with mass graves, supported by the twin pillars of oppression and genocide, and with the husks of a thousand dead cultures buried inside of its walls.
All in all, not the best people to have knocking on your door just after breakfast.