YEASTER'S PROFILE

I want to see some gameplay vids, but I *trust* Atlus. I don't own a PS3 yet, but I will certainly buy one for this game.

Some links:

http://www.joystiq.com/2010/08/19/surprise-atluss-catherine-is-really-bizarre/
http://www.andriasang.com/e/blog/2010/08/19/catherine_preview/

Why do some posters take everything so seriously? :\

I wanted to do games that were slightly under the radar instead of the "usuals". I personally thought it was a lot of fun.


But on second thought, I may do something a little more story driven first.

GET OFF YOUR SOAP BOX!



I misread your OP, so I apologize for that (I wasn't being serious anyways =p). That said, I never said this was a bad idea. For indie developers, I don't think lacking a tvtropes page means you haven't "made it" yet, but of course I don't see the harm in having one/making a page for others.

In addition to what I do for a living (which is nothing important), I aspire to become a *serious* author. I wrote a lot during my college years, but those were just bullshit/for practice. I finished planning for a project that I intend to attempt to have published when it is done, but before I start that one, I want to start a ~*different*~ project as practice, and learn even more about the craft before I take on the REAL DEAL.

Anyway, I wrote this one on Wednesday. I'm trying to take my time with this project because if all goes well (God willin') I may try to get this one published too! ^_^
(/wishful thinking)

If you choose to read it, be as honest as you please, but keep it constructive!

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> PROLOGUE <

It was a dark and quiet place. A stream of water rested over the marble surface, hidden underneath a thin layer of mist. The sky was an endless sheet of black, stretching high and wide across, not an object to be found in its darkness. The surface, a green crystal-like structure, provided some lighting, but it did not make navigation any less obscured for this place did not seem to have a clear beginning nor did it have a clear end.

A young man came to consciousness. He rose from the stream and searched the area with his eyes.
What is this place, he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to speak but could not make a sound. Perplexed, he held out his hands in front of him and indeed he could see the crystal surface right through them. They-like the rest of his body-lacked a true form. He was almost doll-like in that he had no features. He was a shapeless, colorless transparent mass, like the mist that swam through his feet.

The man began to walk forward. Isolated with nothing but his own thoughts, he began to question whether or not he was alive. He later tried to think about the chain of events prior to waking up in this vicinity. He then came to a halt as he reached a startling revelation. He did not possess any memories, not of himself or of the life he lived. His mind was every bit as bare as the featureless body he currently occupied.

"My child." A prodigious voice called out from above.

The voice was warm and inviting yet firm. There was a parental, if supernatural texture in its tone but it was difficult to identify its exact gender. Was it a man or a woman? Perhaps it was both? The man attempted to follow the direction of the voice. He did not know anything about it but he strangely felt as if he had heard it before. He knew he could trust it.

"We have been separated for far too long," called the voice. "and as much as I wish to welcome you back to the kingdom, your journey is not yet completed. You were transformed into an image not of my own and forced to commit deeds that contradicted the path that I had set for you. So, I want to give you the opportunity to change it all. To reshape the world into what it was meant to be. What I intended it to be.

"Come forth, young one. Find the golden tree and reenter the world of the living."

The voice disappeared but the man continued to press forward. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into what felt like days and yet the scenery remained the same. The man wondered if he had gotten lost and should turn around, or if he should forgo his search altogether.

"Are you lost?" asked a masculine yet youthful voice behind him.

He turned around and laid eyes upon a black humanlike figure. Like the young man himself, this gentleman too was featureless, but whereas the young man was white like the mist, this gentleman was like a shadow, blending in with the darkness that engulfed the area. He wore a red crown and held a blade enclosed in a scabbard in his right hand.

"If so, I think you and I should work together. This place is dangerous and to be frank, I don't think either one of us will stand a chance on our own. What is your name?"

But the young man could not answer him.

"…I see," the gentleman began. "Well in any case, it looks like you and I are heading in the same direction. Let's team up, if just a little while. What do you say?"

The young man was not in the position to neither accept nor reject his offer, and so the crowned gentleman invited himself on the man's expedition.

The twosome traveled for what felt like an eternity in silence, walking in the same direction. The crowned gentleman tried several times to converse with the young man but once it became apparent that the young man could not speak, he began to tell stories instead. Each story had a central theme; the oppressed raging war against whom they perceived to be their oppressors. The stories neither irritated nor intrigued the young man. In fact, he hardly paid any attention to the gentleman's ramblings, choosing to focus only on finding that tree.

"You know, you being here did not happen by accident." the gentleman started. "And I don't believe that us finding each other was an accident either. You're here because somewhere in your previous life, someone felt that you made a mistake and now they want you to correct that mistake. But don't you think it's unfair that you don't remember what that 'mistake' was?"

The young man stopped. The golden tree was within his grasp, sitting in its own private oasis. The tree glowed brightly and a bed of flowers circled around it. Each sparkle from the tree's light gave birth to a new flower once it touched the ground.

The young man approached the tree but his companion urged him to stop. The panic in his voice concerned the young man, so he did what he was told.

"Those branches are cursed. One touch and you might as well find yourself a nice pair of shackles. If you want to know who you are, who you really are, this is not the route to take."

The crowned gentleman walked to the young man and placed his hands over his triceps.

"I know a place of true power. Why serve in someone else's kingdom when you should be the one ruling it? Come with me. I can take you to the world of the living and we can transform it into a world of our liking."

The young man stood by the tree and contemplated over the gentleman's words. Indeed, he presented a stellar offer and his demeanor had been nothing but friendly. However, despite the young man's desire to travel with his companion still, he was far too frightened to go against the voice's instructions. He stood under the tree's branches and stared at the gentleman. He made his decision and the gentleman was forced to comply.

"Very well. I think you're making a huge mistake. I pray it won't be your undoing."

The crowned gentleman turned his back to the young man.

"Perhaps we'll meet again, should fate allow it."

He continued on his journey and soon he was gone. The young man reached for the branch above him and suddenly there was a blinding white light.

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So...thoughts??