Like we do every week, here’s a new short story inspired by one of the cards from our upcoming video game Into The Grid.
This is a way to expand on the narrative universe we have been working on since 2021, introduce more of its lore, and keep sharing content while we work on the game.
This is a special one, from the point of view of an almost extinct species in the year 2112.
>The rain has stopped falling on the Hirano-Ku awnings and rooftops. The sound of water hitting metal, asphalt, and plastic is slowly replaced by the hustle and bustle of people returning to the streets. I yawn, stretch, and look at the neon signs reflected on the pavement’s water puddles. My next meal is waiting for me out there. It’s just a matter of deciding where to go.
>The convenience store across the street has been open this whole time, but the employees had been nowhere to be seen, slacking off, knowing nobody would enter the shop during the storm. Now, they’ve emerged from behind the counter and are preparing for the endless flow of customers to resume. I look closer through the window glass.
*Credits: Art by Joi Rudin, text and original idea by Espeche.*
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Hi all!
Like we do every week, here’s a new short story inspired by one of the cards from our upcoming video game Into The Grid.
This is a way to expand on the narrative universe we have been working on since 2021, introduce more of its lore, and keep sharing content while we work on the game.
This is a special one, from the point of view of an almost extinct species in the year 2112.
I’ll leave the first paragraphs below and you can check the full text of this one [here](https://flatline.games/catalyst.html).
I hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts 🙂
>The rain has stopped falling on the Hirano-Ku awnings and rooftops. The sound of water hitting metal, asphalt, and plastic is slowly replaced by the hustle and bustle of people returning to the streets. I yawn, stretch, and look at the neon signs reflected on the pavement’s water puddles. My next meal is waiting for me out there. It’s just a matter of deciding where to go.
>The convenience store across the street has been open this whole time, but the employees had been nowhere to be seen, slacking off, knowing nobody would enter the shop during the storm. Now, they’ve emerged from behind the counter and are preparing for the endless flow of customers to resume. I look closer through the window glass.
*Credits: Art by Joi Rudin, text and original idea by Espeche.*