Incognito, The Reader

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10/27/2013

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Shrouded in Mystery

Stealthy in His Ways

Eye of an Eagle

In a Piercing Gaze

 

His Face is Concealed

Showing no Emotion

He Believes What He Shapes

Eyes Full of Conviction

By Incognito (My signature poem)

Storygames

Accido Infiltrate
unpublished

The Internet is no longer safe. Not that it ever was. It is up to your own plan as to whether you should take advantage, or have your personal life tracked in digital form.


False Reality
unpublished

This is a story revolving around you, a 16 year old who has discovered his extraordinary ability. Team Phoenix has taken a liking in you and is contemplating to take you in as one of them. However, will you pass the test trial Phoenix has laid for you? Will you survive the missions Phoenix sends you on? Will you wake up to realise that what you live in, eat in, sleep in and play in, may all be a lie?

This is a philosophical story game. I've always been intrigued by whether what we perceive is real or similar to that of what others perceive. Therefore, I have summed up all my thoughts and feeling on this topic into this story game. This game consists of a test trial, containing three separate tests and two missions.


False Reality Revamped
unpublished

A notice from Incognito:

A year ago I started on this extremely long project called False Reality, where the protagonist is a 16 year old realising his extra-ordinary powers after a faithful incident. I never finished it and grew tired of a linear storyline. A month ago I had this idea of a hacking game, where the protagonist is a hacker and receives all sorts of contracts and delivers assassinations via digital form.

I decided to pin these two stories together and see what I can come up with. I hope you enjoy.

 

Description:

I was a normal person. I was once like you. I was once skeptical of superheroes and those protectors of the world they would frequently blare over the television. I thought I was normal. My parents were, no reason for me to not be. No reason why I should be distinct and different, no reason to possess powers that I shouldn't have.


Test1234567
unpublished