#post apoc plushie tf game
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30 Days, 30 Lines - Day 1
Finally had something I could use for this to start off. This is a WIP full basic outline for a Twine game I was planning for the Transformation game jam.
Basic concept: player wakes up as a plushie in the post nuclear apocalypse.
[Disclaimer: the transformation aspect of this is not a sex/fetish/etc thing]
Important plot points / things to know:
- Themes: Consciousness, identity and the self, finding purpose, determination
- When player awakens, the world is post nuclear apocalypse
- Stats:
Social
Mental
Physical
- Main side characters
Jane: leader, dog
Fish: subordinate, cat
CB: subordinate, bunny
Snowflake: loner, cat
- Goal is to leave house
- The player must prove self to Jane, learn about toy society, solve problems for the other toys, and accept new conditions.
- Room ideas
Room 1: fix someone, moral dilemma, gather items; fight dust bunnies; build
Room 2: find something; rescue someone; solve a puzzle/riddle
Room 3: fetch quest; defeat a threat; contest
Room 4: fix hazard; solve mystery
Room 5: get out
- All include opportunities for relationship and character development scenes
- Simple inventory
- Variables tracking choices and inventory
- Choices impact others; choices impact end (if you even reach it, for example)
- Death is possible
Season 1 - started
Room 1
Player wakes up
Player meets Jane, Fish, Snowflake, CB
Jane brings the group to Room 1
The Smalls ask for help
The player learns about the nukes indirectly
The group returns to the bedroom to find supplies
Dust bunny fight
Moral dilemma - take from a non sentient plush?
Group brings back supplies to the Smalls
The group moves into the next room
Season 2 - not started
Room 2
Jane brings the group to her little settlement
They spend time there, others are informed the player is gone
Player gets to talk to folks
Relationships + char dev scene/s
Player tries to find … something important? Their phone?
Someone is lost
Group goes to locate them
Player solves a puzzle
Season 3 - not started
Room 2
Player brings the lost plushie back to room 2
Character development + relationships scene/s
Group receives a request to bring a item to room 3
Group finds item
Room 3
Group brings item
Player introduced to this room's tyrant leader
Player encounters the resistance
Group chooses who to help
Somewhere in here: contest
Season 4 - not written
Room 4
Group goes to (escapes?) to room 4
Group encounters environmental hazard
Group solves hazard
Someone has been destroyed
Group helps solve
Previous choices impact the route they have to the fifth room
Season 5 - not started
Room 5/Exit
Group reaches final room
Group figures out how to leave
Player goes outside
End
#wolf barking#wolf does game dev#wolf does gamedev#post apoc plushie tf game#twine#re disclaimer not that transformation for those thinfs is bad. just that it aint what this is#30 days 30 lines challenge
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Bad Things Happen Bingo Fill #2
Fandom: original fiction; this is a first try at the general ending for my Twine game Too Much Love about sentient toys, the post apocalypse, and the human who woke up transformed.
Prompt: trying not to cry
TWs/CWs: post apocalyptic environment (namely nuclear), heavily implied end of humanity, the toys not understanding at all, child death
You're standing on the porch.
It's still so strange from this perspective, the world wider than it ever was when you were physically human. You'll never get used to it.
You look up to the dark sky, and what you know now are not snowflakes dust your furry cheeks. Your gaze runs across the empty street, the long burnt husks of neighboring homes, the banks of what is not snow.
There is no sun. It's cold.
Against a garage door you see the carbon imprint of two bodies-- one adult, one child sized. The adult looks like they were trying to shield the child from position of the burnt in shadows. Your chest hurts, and you feel your eyes moisten, but that's not possible now.
Behind you the sound of Jane pushing her way through the mail slot, followed by Cinnamon Bun, Fish, and Snowflake. They come to stand next to you, gaze out at the remains of everything.
The black GSD plushie cocks her head at the ashfall, goes and pokes some from where it's been swept up onto the porch. Her paw comes away streaked gray and she huffs. "I don't understand," she says. "What is this?"
"Snow," says Fish, matter of fact.
Jane shakes her head. "Snow is wet," she says.
Snowflake is looking at you. "What is it?" it asks, and it motions for the others to stay quiet as you try to gain enough composure to reply.
"Fallout," you say finally. "It's nuclear fallout." It's nuclear winter, really, you think numbly.
"What?"
The faux tears threaten to spill over, and you hate this, you hate being this thing that feels so alive and real but isn't, you dont want to be this or do this anymore -- you want out.
Besides, the world you know is gone. You can see that plain as day, buried under false snow and burnt away.
"Humans make many things that are incredible," you explain. It's very hard to talk through the unreal lump in your throat. "Some of those things are dangerous. Things that would end everything if they're used. I guess-- I guess someone pushed the button finally. The end of the world as we know it." A pause. "Knew it."
"Why would they use those things, then?" Fish sounds vaugely annoyed. "Stupid humans."
"A mistake, a poor choice," you say.
You're staring blankly at the ashes as they fall, blanket the quiet skeleton of everything you ever understood. Nothing is left. Not for humanity.
"I don't get why they'd made something that could destroy the world in the first place," Cinnamon Bun says.
You don't answer.
Jane's turn to look at you. "If this ... nuclear fallout was done by humans, and now the human world is gone, does that mean our human is too?" For the first time, you hear true fear in her voice. You don't look back at her.
"Yeah," you say, because that's true, isn't it? You're not a human anymore. A person, maybe, but not a human. You haven't been since you woke up.
Besides, you've relented on trying to convince them otherwise, that you're who you say. It's better this way, you think. Let humanity--
The pusedo pulse in your nonexistent veins jumps. Are you the last? The last human, in whatever capacity that that's possible, given your physical state, given your new nonhumanity? The thought burns like you imagine you should have when the bombs dropped however long ago. You don't know.
You don't know.
Someone says your name. It isn't your name.
"I don't want to be the last." Your voice cracks. So badly you want to cry, so hard you try not to.
"Last? Last of what?" Cinnamon Bun has their paws on their hips. "We're right here. Everyone else is inside the house. Just the humans are gone."
"We should go find them," says Jane. You shake your head, get the sense she's frowning at you when you do that. "Why not? Our human might be out there. Maybe they and others are safe."
"Maybe," you reply after a long stretch of silence.
They aren't. Even if there are people left, radiation would have killed them off by now. The world goes blurry; your lack of a heart in your throat. Toys barely understand death. They don't get it, won't get it.
You're the last. You're alone.
And the dam breaks-- there aren't really tears running down your cheeks, but you can feel them anyway, the sensation of moisture and screwed up face. Snowflake is beside you, quietly asking what's wrong-- do you miss our human? are you afraid for them? its okay.
"It's not okay," you answer.
The world has ended. Humanity is dead, yours included-- by some miracle you thought you'd find some miracle when you got outside, that the world out here was alright, but really you've known since you heard about the Great Light and the gray snow. You didn't want to believe it, pushed it out of your mind-- both the apocalypse and the fact you'll never really be you again.
Snowflake is up on its hind legs, flops its bean bag body against yours in some facsimile of a hug. You close your eyes (or at least feel like you do) and take a shuddering breath in, then out.
If you don't look, it's all okay beside the deathly quiet. If you don't look, don't focus, you're still human. Your chest rises and falls, you feel yourself inhaling, exhaling-- nothing is wrong.
"We should go back inside and begin to prepare for journeying beyond," says Jane. "We need to move fast. Our human could be in great danger."
The moment shatters.
You open your eyes that were never closed. Snowflake has dropped off of you. Fish and Cinnamon Bun wait expectantly for Jane to continue; she leads the way back through the mail slot. You watch them head inside, staying out on the porch near the door.
The sky is dark, there is no sun, the ash fallsn and you are the last human, except not really. But it's not like humanity has much of a choice.
The weight of all the human history you know hangs on you, followed by all that you don't. Someone from inside the house calls out to you-- come on, you'll get fallout in your seams!
Toys aren't much to rebuild society with, you think. But somehow, they'll have to be enough.
You'll have to be, too.
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The NPC MCs of my post apoc plushie game-- Jane (dog), Snowflake (beanie baby), Cinnamon Bun (bunny), & Fish (cat).
Other major NPCs (not all of them) --
Rover (husky), Kodiak (wolf), Mama (bear), Small Bean (cat), Aristotle (lion), and Trix (coyote).
'Wow many of these are Douglas' it's good plush brand Brent
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six sentence sunday
excerpt from post apoc plushie tf game
"You can shrug without shoulders! Somehow, I know it’s a shrug…or when Jane glares at us, I know it's a glare even though nothing changes," you explain.
Snowflake shrugs again.
You grind your teeth, remember you no longer have teeth to grind, feel your heartbeat trip--
Oh god, you don't have a heart either. So then why do you feel it in your ears, pounding now?
I tag: @odysseywritings @blind-the-winds and invite anyone else who sees this + wants to do it to do so and tag me :3
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30 Days, 30 Lines - Day 2
This is a excerpt from the prose document for the second scene of chapter two of season one; this is labeled 2Ab - where the player does not offer to go get the small plushies on the office desk sewing supplies.
Note that words in [[brackets]] indicate a hyperlink-- ie player choice input, which moves the player to a new passage. Links and passages are the building blocks of all games in Twine.
2Ab. Don't [choice remembered]
Still, you stay quiet, letting Fish talk to the Smalls, watching as they debate the wording of the message.
Below you, Jane paces; Cinnamon Bun fiddles with their ears.
One of the Smalls not part of the group working on the message comes over to you, looking you up and down up and down. They keep their distance from you as they do, and somehow you see worry etched into their face, although nothing about them visibly changes.
…Is it worry, really, or is it fear?
"Did you just wake?" they ask.
[[Wake?]]
"We call it Awakening, when toys come into thinking for the first time," the Small explains.
A pause.
"Sorry," they say after a moment. "You just give me some weird vibes, so I thought maybe it's because…"
They trail off, trying to do some approximation of an easygoing shrug but the motion is much too forced.
You see it clearly now.
It is fear.
#wolf barking#30 days 30 lines challenge#post apoc plushie tf game#wolf does game dev#wolf does gamedev
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The main NPCS of my post apoc plushie transformation game-- Jane, Snowflake, Fish, and Cinnamon Bun.
[Template by @/bitegore]
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Trying to pick the prompts I wanna fill, and determine what to fill them with.
For Fictober--
General XCOM 2 verse: "Just in case this doesn't work" & "Is it over? Is it really over?" (2 separate fills)
Too Much Love (post apoc plushie tf game): "No, you won't understand, ever."
For Angstober--
Goopverse/It Makes A Home In Me: "Can't Go Home"
Too Much Love: "Beyond Recognition", "Won't Forget", & "The Catch" (3 separate fills)
For Flufftober--
General XCOM 2 verse: "Porch Swing" and "I've Got You"
[These are subject to change and I'll probably come up with more fills.]
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A little more in depth look into my original fiction ideas that I'm reworking:
Breaking Code (novel): A girl in the middle of post apocalyptica takes in a rouge android wolf, which is searching for a device that would help rebuild society.
House of Cards (novel): A regular human is sucked into a world where reality and fiction blend, and must find a way to save the souls of previous deceased Readers and return them all to their Reality, while escaping the wrath of a desperate, murderous entity called SHADOW.
The A Month On Top of the World series of IF games (A Month on Top of the World, Turnback Hour, and Time is Relative): A young man finds he’s the puppet of a young celestial being, who hopes to unlock the powers of limitless creation. Together they end up saving the world and causing a rebellion.
The World Spins Madly On (novel): It’s New Year’s Day. An asteroid is expected to hit Earth on next New Year’s Eve. As one could expect, the world doesn't take the news very well.
How to Survive on Earth (novel): As a longtime alien visitor of Earth tries to create a guide to living the average life of a human on Terra Firma, he finds himself a major participant in bettering of the life of a young transgender man.
EYE (comic): a humanoid wolf dog being called Ava finds themselves in the role of savior of a strange void-like desert world, and has to find a way to destroy its ruler before it ascends to the first plane of reality and drags it all down.
BAD (novel): In the midst of a fungi based zombie post apocalypse world, a man called the Seer with the ability to catch snippets of the future finds himself on the quest for answers after a failed attempt on his life.
Two (novel): A human with the ability to read anything’s past is taken in by a scouting guild and helps uncover the past of the zombie apocalypse.
Insiders (novel): A human wakes up in a strange empty world that mirrors their childhood home after a traumatic event, and with the help of other ‘insiders’ that they encounter, comes to realize what’s going on- that this world is inside their own mind, the insiders are alters, and they need to find a way back out, together. [Extememly fictionalized depiction of DID in this.]
The Curiousity Project/Demon Split (novel series): Evolved animals conduct fucked up science and deal with unraveling reality in a post nuclear apocalypse world.
4th wall breaking fantasy comic: I don't remember the plot of this thing, actually.
Transitional Objects (novel): The end of the world has come. Humanity adjusts, to this and to their new coexistence alongside apocalypse-Awakened toys.
("Where and what is Too Much Love?" That's the post apoc plushie tf game.)
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