If you go here, you will find an astonishing game: Skybreak.
Scroll down. It's towards the bottom of the page.
It's a parser-based entry into the IFComp. Let me tell you why I love this game. I've been playing around with it for just a few hours, and I can tell this is going to occupy me for the next several weeks or more. The writing is beautiful. Your spaceship loves you. The narrative voice is funny, and charming, and a little concerned about you.
But here's what sold me. My character is a storyteller. Just one of like a dozen things I could have been. I need to collect stories. I went to a planet to collect a story, and I assumed I would be told, yep, you've got a story.
But no. The person I was speaking to *told* me an actual story. And it was a good one. There is so much here. I land on a planet and find six things to do, and three ways to do each one. I have so many character ideas I want to try.
Play this game if you love adventure and words and freedom and exploration.
Do you know how to play the downloaded version? I downloaded ADRIFT, and I downloaded Skybreak, but when I tried to open Skybreak! (1.0).taf, it asked for a passcode which I don't have.
Thanks. I also had to move the .taf file out of the folder it was originally in because the file dialog couldn’t find the folder when I was trying to open it.
Yes, when you don't die when you really ought to is my favorite part, I think. Which is a good thing. Because it comes up a lot.
No, I'm wrong. The writing is the best part. I want to read this as a novel.
I had a genius Skybreaker character who had found a ship my ship in a lab and who had studied archaeology and got on the trail of cache of mysterious artifacts, which I located, excavated and found some sort of lost treasure chamber of some dead noble. Then I picked up the artifacts and went insane, taken over utterly by something that was too big for my tiny mind. That's the moment when I knew this game was gold.
I played this for days during the early beta. I won twice, died a few times, and at one point lost interest in this game because of over-exposure. I played and bug reported intermittently during the later end of the beta. My favorite playthrough was during the later part of the beta with an Skyfarer space cadet that was "something else entirely". I don't remember his name, so I'm going to call him Squiggles because I imagined him as a cthulhu like creature.
Y'see, Squiggles had amazing luck and he liked to fly around in his lover DETHTHRONE. He graced the sky with his tentacley-ness, swerving around. I believe the reason he was doing so well was because he had no talents and very high skills... At one point Squiggles had like 6 adventure points. The ability to roleplay such a bizarre creature is what really makes me love Skybreak.
The Call of the Shaman (Download only)
Your bride-to-be, Princess Bronwynn, has been poisoned in a botched assassination attempt. The poison is a very rare one and you must travel to a far land to find the Shaman who is the only person who might know how to make the antidote.
Treasure Hunt in the Amazon
Kenneth Pedersen and Niels Søndergaard
You have just received information about a legendary artifact in the Amazon. Will you be able to find it and return alive?
Old-school challenges are optional and can be enabled for a more challenging experience.
With permission, this game is a translation and an improvement of a Danish game from 1985 by Niels Søndergaard. Art work by Steffen Vedsted, also with permission. Music by Eric Matyas ( www.soundimage.org) in accordance with attribution-info.
I know there is a world of adventure here but I just want to collect beetles.
No, totally do it!
Oh, there we are. Full permission!
It's the middle of the night, and I am playing Skybreak. These kind of things get my mind going wild. I needed something fun like this.
I decided to be a storyteller too, but there are so many different things to do it's really insane. I like this kind of concerned, sweet-toned narative.
For the sheer goddamn fun of it, I became a space cadet/adventurer with high gunnery, survival, and piloting. Now I fight anything anytime I can, have a reputation of about -10 with all of the major forces in the galaxy, and have a spy network strength of ten. By now I’ve stopped caring about beating the game or enjoying the story (I have another save for that), I am just making trouble left and right, and fighting my way through any situation.
Also, did I mention Skybreak is like the date today?
Okay, I'm back with another technical difficulty. For one of my talents, I chose science vessel, which will occassionally give me the option to conduct a systemwide scan. The option was presented to me for the first time just now: "S) Systemwide Scan (Requires 1 Adventure Point)". However, when I typed "S", it would only give me a status report. Does anyone know how I can choose the systemwide scan option?
Thanks! Let me know if you get a response.
E: As far as bugs go, one of the events (Encounter: Virtues; chose cosmopolitan) reduced my survival to -1, and then I got another event (the first Science Corp mission for the inquisitor storyline) that was supposed to increase my survival, but it was still stuck at -1.
Thanks, Sy worked.
My next character will be named Hrothgar the goblin, then, in honor of the original Hrothgar.
I decide to stop worrying so much when the stars start melting into each other.
I try for another deep breath but it feels like I'm sucking in nothing at this point, the green glow of my oxygen meter having switched to emergency red about 30 minutes ago. Or longer. I tap at the meter on my visor in empty hopes of a glitch or something. Heh, who am I kidding. I'm as good as gone. Maybe got another 20 minutes in me. Can't really tell much of what's going on when there's no sunset or sunrise and everything is jet black. Really, this planet is crazy. It's like a pebble in a void.
Don't get smart with me, kiddo. "Aren't most planets pebbles in the void if you think about it?" Well, of course but this one is so flat and so empty that the only thing left is the sky above, which is black. Just stars. The stars don't look hopeful. They just make you feel smaller than anything else, and they're so far away their light is more like specs of maybes and loneliness.
I've spent my whole life in the cosmos. I've never felt lonelier.
I'm on my back, the specs of those maybe stars shifting from milky to blinding to gone in an infinite cycle of brain melting eye strain. I can't get much of my thoughts together, now. Though there is fuzzy little click. I squint as a string of purple letters fly through the corner of my visor. It's like a punch to the stomach. Honey.
_HELLO MARVY OH NO OH IT LOOKS LIKE YOU SUSTAINED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE TO YOUR SUIT WOULD YOU LIKE ASSISTANCE?
Poor Honey. I can only imagine how worried she must be. But I don't think I can smooth talk my way outta this one
"What can you do?" I mouth, weakly.
There's quite the pause before the purple letters sheepishly appear again.
_IM SORRY I DONT KNOW
Honey is a sensitive soul so I try to think of how to word things properly to make her feel better about all this, but I can't come up with anything that will do it. I picture her numbers going wild and her screens blinking frantically, trying to whip up some kind of....Magical scientific computery equation thing that will get me un-broke and safe at home. Sue me, I ain't a computers guy. Don't know a thing about the techy business. I just know Honey feels things a whole lot harder than I do, even if I do got flesh and bone.
If I'd learned techy shit, maybe I wouldn't be here.
If I'd got around to being a half-way decent pilot, I'd most certainly not be here.
Heck, even a couple of karate classes or something to build up my stamina. Give me better lungs. I should have never smoked. I should have never tried that heist. I should've never screwed over the Boss. I'm a sneaky bastard, I've got at least 6 different spaceport ID's and more names than the galaxy's got moons. I hop around a lot.
Honey's the only one who gets to use my real name.
_MARVY IM SORRY TO TROUBLE YOU BUT WHEN DO YOU ESTIMATE THAT YOU WILL RETURN
Shit. Now I just feel guilty. "Not in the cards today, Hon." I sputter weakly. "I think the tank's pulling from the bottom now."
_OH NO OH THATS THATS THATS IM WELL THATS NOT GOOD
_VERY NOT GOOD
_IM AFRAID I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS
_THAT IS SOMEWHAT A RELIEF THEN
_I THOUGHT THERE MIGHT BE AN ERROR IN MY SYSTEM
"Never change, Hon. You're doing just fine."
Somehow, I feel a little relieved too, like I'm doing it right. The dying thing. I'd expected to get shot down in an alley somewheres by the Kalyook or fall off a roof and break my neck during a last minute escape. I was never a big planning guy. I'd just assumed I'd be the throw away headline on yesterday's paper, and all the time between then and that was the big leadup. Never thought I'd just disappear.
The planets empty and cold and the lines of the text are sorta blurring together but I know that my ship is writing something nice to me. I'm very cold now. My chest has got a stone in it. My ears are filled with a parade of tiny beeps.
I think about that time when I'd bandaged up some kids at this random no-place village in on of the farther Gammas. They didn't know dirt from Adam. They'd banded together to give me a couple silver, everything they had. I never spent it. I think it's in my pocket right noe.
On a chilly little pebble, alone, I find myself smiling at a jet black sky.
_I WANT TO SAY IM SORRY MARVY
Don't worry about it. Damn, it's cold.
_BUT I PROMISE I WONT FORGET YOU
It would probably be better if you did, in all honesty.
_MARVY YOUR VITALS ARE DROPPING
_MARVY I WANTED TO SAY
_THANK YOU FOR PRESSING Z
okay it is very late and it's really clunky and sappy but i like the space game. Yes i named myself Marvy no i did not put any points in piloting, so i got shot down by EVIL SPACE CURMUGEONS. How terrible. I'm gonna play pokemon now, even if i'm really bad at it.
“Well, uh, sir. You seem to be quite gentlemanly to our less experienced officers, but we know you here. You must realize that supporting the Juul will get you nowhere here.”
“Well, sir, for your information, I was simply hoping to pick up some exotic materials to ship to clients across the galaxy. Do you wish to stop the honest merchant’s business?”
“Honest merchant? Do you really want me to list everything you’ve done to earn your reputation? Because I can ramble on for ages on the topic, describing each and every one of the things you’ve done. The bounty on your head is over fifty silver pieces to the one who brings you in dead, double that if you’re alive.”
Haug whistled in disbelief. “A fine price for a fine being, if I do say so myself. But, my dear man, I must be off soon. My lover awaits, and I really don’t wish to make her wait any longer.” He winked at the officer, before turning tail and running away, coattails flapping.
The officer cursed, and gave chase. As he ran, he awkwardly pulled his transmitter from its holster, and radioed for backup while he tried to pull his pistol out with his free hand. Within seconds, he could see a line of specks racing through the atmosphere on the horizon.
He finally succeeded in pulling out his gun, but had already lost sight of his target. He cursed again, so wretchedly it would have made a pirate blush. Hopefully his strike team would be able to find that blasted man. Haug. The one who had given his men so much trouble over the past few months, with all of his spies running about and his dealings with the underground of this place.
Haug was something special, a race remarkably similar to humans, but with a much quicker wit, and which could debate history and philosophy with even the most well-known geniuses of this era.
The dots on the horizon had flown all over the city, looking for the criminal. One of them neared him, and landed in front of him. It was an elf, one of his highest-ranking detectives. The officer braced himself for the bad news.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid the men got a bit trigger-happy. One of them shot another one of our officers, believing it was Haug, bit quickly found out he wasn’t. In a different sector of the city, the men spotted him, and radioed for backup, but were all found with gunshot holes in their heads. A few minutes ago, a ship fought through the blockade we established earlier. It matched the description of Haug’s exactly. It seems he’s escaped, for now.”
The officer had wasted so much time and effort on this operation, expecting highly lucrative rewards. He had a wife. Kids. He needed the money. Sadly, he waved the other officers away, and slowly trudged his way to his house, wanting to prolong telling them the news as long as possible.
Lol my Skybreak character isn't even the main character but I hope it's fine.