Hey, everyone. I’ve been entertaining a story idea and have been fleshing it out whenever I have time.
It’ll be a game where people who have “powers” are ostracized, spirits are talked about but never seen, the “powers” and spirits are connected to the elements (fire,water,earth,air), and the school is nothing like Hogwarts. It’s pretty much just a normal school. The “powers” won’t be anything impressive since I tried to make them as realistic as I could. (This is so vague )
You can play as a boy or a girl, the game will differ a bit depending on which gender you pick. There are six main characters (excluding the PC) so far although only four are romanceable.
Questions and comments are appreciated although I may be purposely vague because I don’t want to spoil anything. I want to write the story with the narrator only knowing as much as the PC does. Keep in mind that this means things thought to be true may not actually be true.
Here’s the opening scene (subject to change) since you haven’t turned back yet:
“Hey, I’m hungry. Let’s ditch the next class and go eat at that new restaurant everyone’s talking about,” whispers a feminine voice.
“What?! No way!” The “Are you crazy?” remains unsaid. “I have class with Dangar next. Who knows what he’ll do to me if he finds out?” a more masculine voice whispers back.
You’re sitting in class, copying the notes down from the board. You overheard the quiet conversation happening behind you and were planning on ignoring it, but Dangar’s name caught your attention. Rogue Dangar is a math teacher at your school. You don’t have any classes with him but you’ve seen him in the hallways once, glowing red eyes never leaving the floor as he carried on his way, students hastily moving aside to not get in his path.
Everyone knows that glowing eyes are the sign of a connection. Humans who have formed a connection with the spirit that rests inside of them are abnormalities. Through this connection, they gain abilities, dangerous abilities. People who have formed connections are taken away and never seen again until they’ve become “normal”. At least, this is what everyone is told.
“Why are you so worried about that freak? What’s the worst he can do? Give you detention? Make you clean his room? You know they’re not allowed to hurt anyone. They’ll get locked up and killed,” the girl shoots back, annoyed.
“Hey,” the boy barks in indignation. “It’s not your life on the line here. I’m not taking any chances.”
“You two in the back,” a different voice, the teacher’s, interrupts them. “Quiet or you’ll be having detention with me and cleaning my room instead.”
After an angrily mumbled “This is all your fault”, it’s finally quiet. You continue taking notes in peace.