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Monday, August 26, 2013

Still on Hiatus

Sorry folks, I'm running ragged lately. I haven't been able to work on the game lately. So the hiatus continues.

I did find an hour or so tonight to sketch up a bit of hypno-themed mind control porn in the hopes it will appease you. Enjoy.


Saturday, August 17, 2013

Story Post: The Age of Titans

Some say that once all men were titans.

In the beginning of the world the gods who shaped creation combined the elements and divine power to create their greatest servants. They were powerful creatures that attended to the fine work of the world, beings of magic and vast size and power. Enormous, they dwarfed all other living beings both physically and in terms of magical power.  They shaped the mountain ranges, they created the seas and skies, they heated the heart of the land in molten flame, and they created all the races in the world.

They imbued the elves with magic, making them natural mages. They created the dwarves to build and craft and shape. They created the Lamaak to inspire and invent. They created many great creatures and works of power. Great beasts that dwelled beneath the seas; powerful dragons and spirits of air and earth. While the goddess and other creators of the world had shaped the world and given it life, the Titans made it the world it is. They were a force for order, creation, and power.

They were corrupted.

Records of the earliest period of history are fragmentary, even among the races that can date back to the earliest eras. It was, however, an era of peace. The titans were builders and shapers, created to form the world in a manner pleasing to its creators. By all account they were pleased to do so for uncounted eons.

When they changed, they changed suddenly.

Mountains were ripped asunder. Seas were boiled. The deep of the earth cooled and the skies ripped apart with thunder. They waged war and leveled their great cities. The races they created cowered in fear. Worse, many created their own new servants - those now considered monsters. Goblins, the undead, horrors lurking in the oceans of the deep; dragons of a new and vile kind. Creatures of living lava emerged from volcanoes and ravaged the land. The Titans aided none, devouring their former servants, creations, and each other in a massive orgy of war and consumption and corruption.

This was the first time the Overmind was spotted in the mortal world.

He was not a titan. Though taller by far than any of the servant races, by human standards he is merely very tall. The titans stood between dozens and hundreds of meters tall. He stood a mere eight and a half feet. But he was vastly powerful.

His origins were unclear, but his purpose was not. He was not a deliverance for the created races. He conquered and enslaved them, breeding a vast army of monstergirls. With incredible magical power he faced the titans, fought the titans, and slew the titans.

He was slain in turn. For though he was powerful, they were capable of rivaling gods.

He did not fight for hatred of them, but for the reason he has always fought; to conquer, to breed, to claim.

Titans cannot be claimed. In time, they died. Unlike the Overmind, they did not return.

The servant races created heroes to fight the army of Titans and Overmind, striking whenever one side was weak. The Titans devoured all, the Overmind enslaved all he could. The mortal races survived and struck blindly at all. Beasts of nightmare ruled the land.

In the single greatest instance of divine intervention in history, the goddess acted.

Over centuries of war with each other, the mortal races, and the Overmind, the Titans had weakened considerably, but still undoubtedly ruled the world. She struck them down with incredible power in a single instant. Why she did not also strike down the Overmind - why she has never struck him down - is something no scholar or priest has been able to answer. Most believe him to be a divine test or punishment for the mortal races. Why then did the titans rebel? Why did she strike them down?

It is recorded in most histories that they had died at that moment. However in the most ancient and fragmentary records of the elves and dwarves, it is recorded that something quite different happened.

The titans did not die, but were changed. Stripped of their vast power, stripped of their size, stripped of everything that made them great, they were remade into a new race. A savage race. The race of Mankind.

It is known to be true that humans first appeared shortly after the titans died. It is known to be true that for many eons mankind fought with its own nature to claw its way to civilization. Though many humans rank among some of the most powerful mages in history humans have no innate magic of their own. Though there are many powerful human mages they borrow from the goddess or beings of ancient power or are descendents of humans and non humans interbreeding. Humans also have the innate need, drive, and desire to reshape the world in their image. Modern humans are not savage cannibals, however. Indeed, they consider themselves to be the pinnacle of civilization, and have done so since the time before the era of the Chianinan empire.

Are the humans the descendants of titans, stripped of power and allowed to wallow in savagery until they beat the madness out of themselves? No one knows. Few remain who were alive in that time, and even the Overmind has lost his memory.

But there is one who could say.

The Overmind could not conquer the titans and could not claim them. But even so, one of those proud, mad beings willingly lay with him.

Once, and only once. Through poetry, romance, wit, and guile, he briefly charmed a Titaness.

The first daughter of the Overmind. A titan by birth, slightly shorter than the Overmind, but no lesser in power. Godlike power, godlike will, and the Overmind's endless, relentless desire to conquer and consume and take. She did not disappear in the divine purge with the titans. Like her father she remained untouched.

In her time she sought to become queen of the world. To slay or capture or rape all, to consume everything and become the queen of all things. The first true queen of monstergirls, rival to her father, and last titan, surviving beyond the purge.

For the first time in his existence the Overmind did not try to claim and enslave a woman through corrption, magic, strength or guile. He went to true, total war with her empire.

The Overmind is not a man. He does not choose; he is a being made of his own purpose. His purpose is his power, and his power IS his purpose. Never before or since has he deviated from his own path in this way. None know why. Perhaps it was the similarity of their nature and soul, or perhaps it was a different reason, known only to the Overmind himself. Were the actions that he took thereafter some form of lengthy guile? Were they taken out of fear? Hate? None know. Even with the titans he did not take an action such as this.

They battled in a conflict that shattered the heavens and rent the earth. No record survives of that battle, but it is clear that the Overmind emerged victorious. On that site was created a shrine, tended to by ancient monstergirls. It was not a tomb, but a prison. Its keepers would never become warriors or slaves, forever given leave from that requirement. They had only one duty; to ensure that her prison would never open by any hand. Daughters of the strongest mortal heroines in the age of titans and the Overmind at the height of his power, they are undoubtedly the most powerful monstergirls in the world - if they still exist.

No one has seen them or the shrine in thousands of years. Or, at least, seen it and escaped to talk about it. They take their duty seriously.

But one thing is true. Only she could truly say the truth; whether all men were once titans, and recall the first age of the world.


Authors Note: 
The First Daughter is not the last boss. She is not going to be a party member. You will be able to visit the shrine in the next release, but she will not factor in the game in any important way. 



Monday, August 12, 2013

A short hiatus?

Hi everyone. First off, apologies to my team for seemingly dropping off the face of the earth.

Last week I had horrendous internet problems paired with a number of meetings concerning possibly going back to college (among other things) and with my regular work and various other responsibilities, this effectively sucked up my free time. As a result I was not able to work on the game last week.

I have several more meetings this week. I probably won't know until Wednesday whether or not I'll be going back to college. The situation involves a few offices and organizations, so it's more complex than, "I'd like to go back to college now, here's your tuition money, kthxbye."

This does NOT mean development on Overwhored will stop. I have a team and they're continuing to work; I got some sketches in shortly ago and more mapping has been done. My work on events has slowed, but I will resume work on them some time this week. Or that is to say, I will make time for it.

You donated a lot of money to the project. Even if you hadn't, however, I long ago resolved to see Overwhored finish. Even if no one had donated; even if I had to pay for every bit of art myself and do every bit of the game with my own hands, I would.

I don't have to. Your generosity has meant that even when my schedule pushes the game aside for a bit work does not stop.

I'm not sure at this point when the next release will be. Mapping has gone well, but art is the main holdup. Yes, even with my hiatus. If I get an evening or two in a row I can probably make the majority of the content for the next release. But that isn't going to speed up the art. Even though the team is talented and fairly fast for commissions, it takes time.  How long? I don't know.

That's the sum total of the news right now. The rest is just going to be some self-indulgence.

A separate tangent:

Should I do another project after this I'm going to either raise the art budget significantly and hire an artist full time or do some myself. I'm not a very good artist, to be honest, so that would not be the preferred option. Even with a reference, this seems to be the best I can do right now:


I won't post the reference image due to copyright issues (Lilith is rather protective of it's IP and I'm paranoid about copyright trolls) but it's fair to say my picture is a terrible attempt at replicating it.

Instead I'll show you a picture made without a reference. Without a proper reference I'm much worse.



I badly need to work on my lighting skills. A friend of mine, the talented Sleepymaid, basically took this apart and redid it in five minutes 100% better just by redoing the lighting. It seems I just don't understand lighting that well. Still, I only started drawing in 2011, and I started at stick figure level. I suppose I haven't done too badly so far. Even so, there's some downsides and some upsides to having artists as friends. The upside: They often help you suck less. The downside: This involves them pointing out where you suck horribly, and you feel like a horrible person. Note that friends do that, fake friends will simply tell you it looks great when it looks terrible. Believe me, occasionally being politely told that I suck and need to improve is a good thing. It's what let me come this far.

I don't know where I find time to do art. I wish I could draw every day but I prioritize Overwhored over art, and I only seem to get in a few hours every other week. I do love working on Overwhored, but I don't JUST want to create a game.

When I was younger, I learned to write and create beautiful works of fiction. But I always burned to draw; to create visual worlds to compliment the ones I created with text. Now I'm learning, but it isn't enough.

Creating games is wonderful as well. It's another aspect of creation. I adore all aspects of creation. Creation is the soul of life.

To be honest, I don't think I'll ever rest until I can simply raise my hand and say, "let there be light" and flip on the switch to create a grand, fully constructed simulation of a universe. There is no such thing as too much creation.

The fact that so many of my works are adult is a bit saddening, but only in that I can't share them with everyone. Would that I could. I'd love to tell people about these hobbies.


Oh, speaking of hobbies, I finally got a story up on the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive. I've written adult mind control stories for years but I never shared any. It seems that has begun to change. Fun fact: I very nearly didn't share Overwhored with anyone. If I hadn't reluctantly shown it to some friends who encouraged me to show it to others, you wouldn't be seeing this blog right now. As much as I said I regret not being able to share these hobbies with everyone above, I also dislike sharing things I make because it changes them. When I make things for myself it's fairly fun; when I make things for others it's a performance and needs to be endlessly checked for mistakes and flaws. I'm slowly forcing myself to relax and show things to others.  Though I don't think I'll ever lower my standards.

This story is one I was pretty pleased with in the end. It's pretty different than Overwhored, but you might enjoy taking a look if you like Mind Control.

http://www.mcstories.com/EachDay/index.html

See you next Monday!

Monday, August 5, 2013

5/Aug/13 Update

My apologies for making this update so late at night. Real life interfered last week and is going to interfere this week in a big way. Long story short I'm making some big life changes and there is a lot of paperwork. I may return to college soon.

The team is making progress everywhere. I've gotten back new sketches and new maps are being made. Unfortunately my own work is going to be rather delayed.

Don't think I'm slacking though; the next release will probably be out within two months, and may not just be version 0.4, but version 0.4 and ver. 0.5. It depends on whether or not I'll be able to get in a day or two to cram.

I've been wanting to do another story update but haven't had the time. We'll see if I can figure something out.