Sunday, February 4, 2024

WIP Worldbuild: Suncaster

 The game opens with a dream in which the player is swimming in a red ocean. When they surface, they see the sun, which is a deep orange or red. They stand in the water which is shin-deep. The ocean is infinite and goes to the horizons. The player finds a mysterious object in the water and when they hold it, it shocks them awake and they drop it, waking the player. The player is a person who wakes up in this village with no recollection of who they are or what their identity is, but they find objects in their home including a lab and different books and notes and they come to remember their skill at chemistry and their affinity/interest for psychopharmacology and mysticism. The village is quite small and does not have a lot of people, but it is homely. The player sees a city out in the distance and they figure they could go to the city and find out who they are. The player speaks to some of the villagers and assembles together a travel kit and they adventure to the city.

As they travel to the village and take shelter under a tree in the plains overnight, the player has another dream similar to the one they had at the start of the game. When the player gets to the city they go to a library and learn about something called the Temple of The Suncaster. It seems so familiar to them, but they can’t figure out why. In the library, in texts and from various NPCs, the player learns that while not much is known about the ToTS now, they learn that it is an urban legend/myth which some believe to still be true and real and that the Temple can be found. The player is determined to go there and find their identity because it is so incredibly familiar. Something is beckoning them to it. Their dreams seemed connected to it. Something feels so right about going to find the Temple. It feels like fate, destiny, to find it.

Eventually, the player meets a researcher in a museum after scraping through the library and speaking with several NPCs. The researcher is a curator at a museum in the city. The curator tells the player about the ToTS. It was a religion in which its followers worshipped the sun, as it was the closest thing to God, and without the sun, life would not exist on Earth. The temple is found deep in the Dawnwood Valley, an arid mountain range very far away. 

The Suncasters had an artifact called the suncaster, supposedly originating from a meteorite, which they believed kept the sun alive. Though those who followed the religion were quite satisfied and fulfilled following the Temple, those who followed too closely perished. The suncaster was so beautiful, so magnificent, that it corrupted them, locking them in a psychedelic hell and killing themselves because to do so would be to transcend into its brilliance. Some followers could not kill themselves. Prophets were able to, but most of the common followers could not. They became puppets of the suncaster. It made them mental slaves, living in that psychedelic hell and death was the only catharsis they could receive.

The suncaster killed or took prisoner most of its followers. One follower, a man named Omani, took the walking stones—several objects used at the entrance of the temple to protect them—and he used them to seal the entrance to prevent the effects of the suncaster from escaping and to stop it from killing everyone outside of the Dawnwood. Omani took the stones and hid them, then became a recluse in his den far from Dawnwood Valley.

This is all the curator has for the player. The player takes the clues and maps and items from the library and their adventure so far and they are able to piece together a map that points to the location of the first walking stone.

After obtaining the first stone, additional lore, items, and NPCs direct the player to where they eventually find Omani’s den, where he is found dead. Omani wrote down in his study the history of the suncaster and its followers and about the temple and the stones. Though Omani’s research does not reveal the location of the stones, the player scrapes though his work and finds some more lore, but nothing that points to where the other stones are.

The player experiences in their dream something odd about the suncaster. When they wake, they piece together clues they found, as well as a hint from their dream, and decode the title of a specific text. They look for and find a book in Omani’s den called Poconos, in which they find the final clue to the location of the second walking stone. The player ventures to where it is and takes the second stone.

When going to this location, the player finds they are on the outskirts of the Dawnwood, though the terrain is too dangerous to proceed deeper into it. They travel to the biggest town nearby the Dawnwood. There, in the streets, they find flyers and posters about a person who claims to be a follower of the temple. When the player finds the supposed follower soapboxing to a crowd, no one believes him. They call him a liar and berate him. The player speaks to the man. He seems crazy, much like speaking nonsense, laughable conspiracies, but the player can tell the man is telling some information that is useful to them.

The player speaks with the man privately and becomes convinced the man is in fact a real follower. The follower is somewhat corrupted. This is the first time the player encounters a follower who is still alive. The player fights the follower who becomes aggressive and the player kills him, then recovering from him one half of the third walking stone. It glows faintly.

When searching the follower’s home, the player finds notes and finds a contact. Apparently, the follower’s family is still alive. The player goes to speak with his family and learns about the follower and what happened to him. The player learns that the stone glows in proximity to its other half and they follow more clues given by the family to where the other half is.

When the player finds the other half, all three stones are complete, and they glow brilliantly together and point a beacon into the Dawnwood Valley to where the temple is.

TBD


Questions & Comments:

Why did Omani hide instead of destroy the stones? The player has an affinity for chemistry and psychopharma and mysticism. Is that also what draws them to the suncaster along with their dreams? What makes the player less susceptible to the effects of the suncaster? The player has a stronger mental fortitude and flexibility. Is there a name for that skill? Nerium. The player has a high nerial ability, that is, they can easily traverse planes of consciousness. In their dreams and with drugs and mysticism, the player has greater control over their consciousness, and thus is in greater control of the suncaster effects. 

How nerial are the prophets are compared to the common followers? Common followers, an d those travelers unfortunate enough to stumble into the temple, have extremely weak nerium much like any other person. Thus, they could less often kill themselves and became enslaved by the suncaster. Prophets have substantially more nerium than other followers, but killed themselves in belief that it would let them transcend. Was there a prophet who was so nerial they chose not to kill themselves, believing that suicide was insufficient for transcendence and that by living, it would be a better option? This could be the mysterious person who speaks to the player when they enter the temple. The player could be a lost prophet of the suncaster, one who was so nerial they could completely resist and lose effects of the suncaster, and so, maybe in the ocean or at the summit of Dawnwood Mountain, sacrificed all of their power and escaped somewhere, then losing their memory.


Cleaning be like


Do you ever have the Sunday cleaning mood going, then you clean your whole house and afterwards it feels really nice and it feels like this



Thursday, February 1, 2024

Nature Memoir I

     Each bend and fold and edge of these clouds. How they drift. Free, no mind, no thoughts, no pain, no joy. Nothing but existence itself. It is beautiful to watch them float and drift knowing their existence is so temporal. They are carried by wind and born of water and earth, to which they will return after such a short life.

    Giant. Small. Long. Short. They transform and change and shift into unpredictable unique shapes and formations. I stare at them and I feel I can cry but I do not produce tears. Instead, I stare longingly into them. They are unburdened by stress, the past, the future. Unburdened by anything. The clouds only know now, the present.

    How they give such character to the sky. Such a spectrum of white and gray. How it looks though the shadows and patches likes the white sea foam crash of an ocean frozen slow in time, only to vanish in minutes, hours. How you can stare deep and see a factory's smoke, cotton, snow, wet cotton, slush, smoke, oceans in the negative space that is the blue sky above them. And the light that increases when they finally drift away and how that light feels like God's presence and grace gently shining.

    How you wish you could be here forever. How the world, work, the people, the pain, the hurt, vanishes, so long as the clouds hover in your sight.

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Love

"I love you. I miss you."

And it's out of the blue. How rarely, that seems to happen. It's almost uncharacteristic of you to say that. But I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It made me think something wrong was going on with you. That something happened to make you sad or upset.

I know it's true for both of us that neither of us needs to say anything to let the other know how each of us feel. We can read it in our faces, our gestures, our eyes. Maybe I'm by compare much more vocal. My sporadic "I love yous", my "I miss yous". I write it down. I monologue them to you at unexpected times in the night.

But maybe you're not so vocal. I get the impression there's a lot of things you're not vocal about. Sometimes I'm not even sure what you think about X or Y. The future. The sky. The clouds and dreams and fantasies. 

Sometimes you scare me by how you cannot fly. That you choose to remain on the ground and man your post, fulfill your obligations, and stress about what liabilities will fall upon you next. I'm scared that I have never seen you mull on the daydreams and fantasies of what could be, and what will be, of careless romance and freedom and joy and exploration that seems to be no dream, but an achievable and destined reality I believe to be coming. It empowers me. The next chapter of my life. My greatest hopes. But what does the next chapter look like for you?

I know your goals, your passions, your career, is vastly different from my own. That is most likely what all this is. My career and livelihood gives me mind, enables me to achieve what I deserve. Nature and exploration gives me soul, enables my spirit to be clean. But love... it is what gives me purpose. Love is what makes me feel human. It is your love, your smile, your laughter and warmth, that gives me heart.

Even if you don't say it, I just hope you too let love give you wings, so you can fly away from the ground and into the clouds. 

Sunday, January 21, 2024

Hibou - Dissolve

Oh a sun will set
and she look so brilliant so
I am dying and I am swimming
And spinning and torn so 
beautifully apart in the lava drift 
of a love and a 

Stop
Let my heart beat and expand 
and explode out of my chest
how warmly it scatters
and dissolves so far into infinite

Your smile and breath
just a little bit
only to go there
in a second heaven

Saturday, January 20, 2024

I hate hold music

When hold music starts to play with some horrible music and some woman starts advertising when I'd prefer to have nothing playing

Sunday, January 7, 2024

Airiel - Halo

Say that I've done something wrong
I'll take it back I swear
I just don't want you to go
I've got designs for our life
and all I see is you
your eyes are stars that shine
and it's made a halo, around your head
I can see you floating
It's been a while since I felt
this way about someone
I've been all alone
couldn't I stay just a while
I've got something for you
as the snow falls around you, like tiny stars

Thursday, January 4, 2024

Skipper's Log, no.32

Barack Obama has struck us out of the sky by saying the N-word.

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Happiness

    Asking if I am happy is a quite complex question. If you were to ask me right now on the spot, my answer would be no. Yet, when I think, that answer also does not seem to be true. So then, yes, I am happy. But neither is that true. The answer lies somewhere in between. I am happy in some respects and not in some other ones.

    Happiness is different in different areas. Mental, social, emotional, romantic. My happiness is horrible for some, yet great for others. I feel like I am still trying to figure out what I'm happy about. I think it is the future. I have it secured so tightly and I can see a very rewarding and fulfilling future not too far from now. It'll only take a few years and I'm certain I will say that, yes, I am happy in every regard. My career is so strong, that I would be damned to settle for anything less than what I dreamed for. To finally reap the fruits of my labor.

    Waiting for the big payoff. I'm certain that what I want most right now is to just be with my partner. When that happens, it will not matter where I am or what I'm doing. But I would love to be somewhere where the sun will always be shining. No overcast or rain forever. No cold.  Maybe I'll go live in the desert.

    How to be happy is a problem too difficult to find an answer to. Maybe boredom is contributing to that. When you keep busy, keep preoccupied, there is no time to let your emotions creep.