So I want to make a game, but I am an indecisive little shit that can’t choose which idea I want to pursue 
so I turn to you, the people for help.
Gilded Cage
You were still a child when the Zephyran hounds razed hell on your homeland. Overnight, everything and everyone you knew and loved withered before your eyes, claimed by the flame and the ashes.
You were fortunate enough -or unfortunate, depending on how you see it- to survive that fateful night. Instead, heavy chains were placed around your wrists and you were sent away to whoever would pay to own you.
Some masters were kinder than others. But captivity tastes just as bitter regardless of how opulent your cage is.
And this is the most opulent cage you will ever be locked in. The Jade Palace is where you being shipped off to this time. The capital of the grand Zephyran Empire. The very same that ripped your childhood apart.
You have been selected to join the imperial harem of Sultan Ahmad, an honor bestowed only upon the most beautiful and worthy of servants.
Regardless of how you feel regarding this great ‘honor’, you are every bit as powerless to fight against it as you were to defend your homeland when the Zephyrans came for you.
Don’t despair yet, child of the Ancients. There are many opportunities in the Jade Palace for those who wish to seek them.
You may find yourself pulling the strings and changing the course of history, whispering in the ears of royalty, marching bravely into battle, even escaping and claiming your own freedom once and for all, away from this mess that was inflicted upon you. If you play your cards right, you may even one day become the parent of the next Sultan.
Beware however. There are many who will stand in your path. The worst enemies are hidden not in the shadows but amongst our closest of friends.
Glamour
It is the roaring 50s and you are the moment. You are a star, gracing the big screen, walking the red carpet, leaving your mark on the streets of Hollywood.
Your fans adore you. Your enemies grow green with envy. Everyone wants to either have you or be you.
The life of a star is not meant for everyone though, darling. From noisy paparazzi to obsessive fans to the dark underbelly of Hollywood, one can easily be torn down from their pedestal. Drugs, alcohol, partying, hookers, affairs. Maybe a few covered up murders, but who cares about that? Who can blame you for engaging in the high life?
Don’t forget the scandals… oh, those tricky little rumors spread faster than wild fire. Unfortunately for you, you are the subject of the latest piece of meat for the media to chew on.
Your image hangs from a mere thread- and along with it, the status you have sacrificed so much of your soul and dignity for.
Scramble to pick up the shattered pieces of your life or embrace your role as Hollywood’s villain.
Backstage
You are not getting paid enough for this. Like nowhere near enough.
You are the manager of the world’s most famous band. Most would think that is a pretty good deal. You get to travel the globe, make a bunch of money and mingle with celebrities and elites.
Little do they know the truth of it. Because your group is a walking talking fucking PR nightmare.
From the lead singer organizing orgies on rooftops to your guitarist getting drunk on stage and vomiting on a fan to the drummer being filmed saying slurs, you are about to lose your fucking mind.
All this is made no easier by the fact that you are still going on world tour, one which cannot be canceled and is entirely sold out.
Take your bottle of vodka or your pills (though preferably not both at once) and travel the world as you try to manage the image of these absolute chaotic dummies, make the tour the best possible and pursue your own interests while not losing your sanity.
Nightingale
Your family name is known for all the wrong reasons. Still, much shock spreads when you are brought before the authorities. The charge? Attempted manslaughter.
The father you have so reviled for his neglect proves useful. He pulls strings and calls for favours and within a fortnight, the charges are dropped.
But you can’t stay at home, where you will forever be seen as the kid who got away with murder. Instead, your father sends you off -whether you want to or not- to the Obsidian Academy, which he also attended at your age.
The Obsidian Academy is grim and dark, as if from a whole other era. The residents of the halls are just as peculiar and secretive. Why does your roommate have scratch marks on their wall? Is it your idea or does the Queen Bee have concerningly sharp fangs? And why does everyone keep calling you a ‘nightingale’?
- Gilded Cage
- Glamour
- Backstage
- Nightingale
