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Return of Earth…

April 18, 2007

The year was 2098. A time of peace, renewal, and advancement, late in what scientists of 2103 considered the Golden Age of advancement. The innovations and creations developed in this era were unparalleled compared to prior hume history.

Many historians believe the coming of this golden era was a result of a series of events:

In 2043, the sudden depletion of petroleum halted worldly operations dependent of this natural resource. Cities came to a stand still, as well as shipments, transportation, heating, and miltiary. Many regions were left in the dark without power or food, resulting in riots and rapid decay of social and judicial order. The more heavily populated areas, California, Neo New York, Shanghai, and New Delhi, were the worst due to loss and high demands for trade goods such as fresh water and food.

In response, the world was quick to adapt to the much delayed hydrogen fuel cell technology, but the damage had already been done. regions throughout the world were labeled as Red Zones, Yellow Zones, and Blue Zones. Red Zones were regions within a nation that were conserned beyond reform, forsaken, and left ungoverned. Yellow Zones were pronouced areas of “reform and restructuring” of which only one region was ever reclaimed severl years later in 2063. Blue Zones were the more favorable living conditions and also housed the governing bodies of each crumbling nation.

Over the few years that followed, in 2049, new regiems and methodologies across the world were erected. Call out phrases like “new resources”, “new technology”, and “new life” could be heard echoing in hundreds of different langauges across the globe.

With the world in disarray, international treaties and intellectual property restrictions were mere unheard whispers of the past. 

In 2050, the Bi-Hydrogen Fuel Cell, know as “B-Cell”, was first introduced to the world by the Chinese, which was difficult to refine but once created could produce comparable energy throughputs as Petroleum. Quick to follow was the Etheral Hydrogen Cell, “Eh-Cell”, by Neo-Germany, which exceeded energy output expectations. Lastly the well known, Quantum Hydrogen Cell, “Q-Cell” created by the Americans under a the Chinese scientist, Liu RenJain. The “Q-Cell” was a self-renewing fuel cell that would later throttle the growth of the golden age.

Unknown at the time, the long term manipulation of quantum fields, used to “produce” hydrogen had strainous affects on the adhesive fabric of space.

In 2058, over just a few short years, The Q-Cell was marketed and distributed throughout the world, the Americans became a political giant. The year later America became evenly matched as China redeveloped their own technology and produced a quantized Q-Cell, nick named QQ-Cell.

The golden age of abundence and advancement followed. With major advancements in atomic displacement of cargo, micro computing in wearable technology, cybertronics in medical, enchancements by artificial intellegence, and hologram virtualization hume history had never be more thrilling.

Then came the year 2099, when multiple rifts in time space openned up across the globe. Another dimension, a foreign and alien world that laid parallel to Earth could be seen through these vechicle sized portals. It then became known that the Q-Cell had been “producing” hydrogen by extracting it from this parallel world.

Then came the armies from the other world, marching forth with technology much more advanced than that of the Hume. Earth was seized as a harvesting ground, a farm to replenish their damaged world…

The year is now 2152… Humanity as it was known before was lost… Earth lays wasted before the feet of the advanced Tyronians… Red Zones and Blue Zones retained their names, but there is not much to be differenciated between them… oppressed and enslaved the people of earth under foreign rule.

Thus we begin as two children fleeing from a local Tyronian Military outpost. Carrying containers of water and rations under their shirts, crossing rough terrain and avoiding watch lights, headed home to the orphanage within the nearby city…

PaperMonk Engine: First Skit

October 15, 2006

=== Notes ===

Talking happens in a Portrait and text. I hope to have voice acting along with it, but for reasons, such as funding, I’m leaving this out for now. The Portraits are used to show emotions. The characters, I imagine, are just chibi 3D characters, a little bit SD, but not too much. Their eyes texture image can be changed to show expressions, but I don’t plan to include mouths.

During monolog, critical scenes, character introductions: I plan to bring out a full body portrait of the characters, usually this will be used to instill an imagary to the viewer so that they can understand the character’s personality based on the imagary. It also sets the mood of the scene and the current character’s feeling for the moment. It’s also used to express smaller fine detailed actions that can’t be done by 3d models.

The 3D animation will not be top notch (yet). Specifically we will have characters dashing in a single frames and walking maybe 5-6 frames. I’ll be programming all the animations, so there’s almost no work on the art side of this except building the character’s skeleton structure and each piece of armor or clothing.

Anyhow, I’ll talk about implementation later on ^^

=== Skit 1: Shadow’d Wedding ===
Background: Some nation (didn’t think of a name yet) is marrying off their princess to another neighboring nation’s prince. The wedding is meant to unite the two houses and form a lasting bond that would shift their two nations into a new unionship for the future. The history between these two nations has been quite harsh, hate crimes were once the norm between them. Many years have past since then and this wedding is an important step towards the right direction. Although, there is still noticable disorder and some say it is still too soon for such a poltical move…

==== Scene 1 ====

Location: Princess’ boarding room on the prince’ national captial. Day of the wedding.

Details: The princess (name? Zelas) is in her wedding dress, white and beautiful, unvieled. She is accompanied by her female childhood friend and sworn knight of the royal court, (name? Rozalin). They have quite a long history together, and Zelas is uneasy at the moment…

Layout: Bed in the back left, dressing table and chair to the left, mirror to the front left, door to exit the room on the right, there is a large window in the middle. Cloudly day.

Zelas: … [approaches to the mirror on the left] +Full body portrait to introduce the princess+

Zelas: …

Rozalin: Princess, still thinking about it? +Full body portrait to introduce bestfriend+

Zelas: … Yes, but I know I have to. For my people, my country, and my family.

Rozalin: You’ve always placed too much yourself. [walks over to the door on the right, stares at the door a bit]

Monolog Rozalin: (… hmm… could have sworn I sensed something …)

Rozalin: But that’s why you have my respect. *smile* [walks back towards the middle of the room]

Zelas: Father would have wanted it this way.

[Shadow dashes across the window in the background, Rozalin unsteaths and dashs between the window and Zelas.]

Zelas: !… What was that?
Rozalin: … [walks over to the window] +Full body portrait of Rozalin looking out the window+

Rozalin: (Looks like it’s gone, didn’t get a close look… I better be more cautious)

Rozalin: We’re in a high tower, must have been a crow or something.

Zelas: Ah, must have been. [Turns around, back towards Rozalin] Help me with this, I swear they try to kill us in these tight dresses.

Rozalin: Of course, Princess *smiles*

[Rozalin walks closer as the scene fades away]

==== Scene 2 ====

Location: In-door wedding hall.

Details: Guest are lined one side of the red carpet. The prince is at the alter waiting for his bride. Priests, and noblemen are all ready for the glorious ceramony to begin. There is much talk amongst the guests, the priest for some reason is a bit nervious.

Layout: The Prince, priest, and alter are on the right of a long hall way. The supporting roman pillars can be seen behind the rows of royal guests and nobels that span from left to right a row behind the red carpet. There is an open door to the left where the red carpet begins.

[Talk amongst the crowd]

Nobleman: [Protrait only] This is a wonderful event.

Noblewomen: [Protrait only] Yes, sooner we can open the borders for trade the better.

Nobleman: Well, quite leech aren’t you?

Noblewomen: Excuse me?

Nobleman: On look the princess!

[Camera swing to the right side to the prince and priest]

Edwind, the Prince: … [Waiting, confident] +Full body portrait+

Ryes, the Priest: [Waiting, nervious] +Full body portrait+

Edwind: Why are you so nervious? *smiles* You’re more nervious than me, and it’s my wedding day! [punches Ryes in the shoulder, Ryes stumbles a bit]

Ryes: Well this is my first wedding.

Edwind: What better way for the best man to support his fellow brother than to bind his marrage huh?

Ryes: I still can’t believe you talked me into this. I’m not suppose to be in this position. The pope was mighty angry with it, my monk-hood is on the line, stand up straight before I whop you.

Edwind: Don’t let the nobles here stop you, haha.

Ryes: Right, last thing I need is my family reading in the headlines about their mad priest for a son.

[Camera swing. Enter the Princess and her Royal Gaurd from the left. Camera Swing back to the Prince and Priest]

Edwind: *whisper* hey she sure is hot…

Ryes: I’m a priest right now, how am I suppose to respond to that?

[Camera swing back to the Princess]

Rozalin: Ready, Princess?

Zelas: Yes…

[Music plays. Rosalin stays back. Zelas starts walking down the alias]

[Few 1/3 of the way down the alias, Camera swing to the Prince’s area]

[A shadow dashes from the far back right side of the room down the alias]

[Music change]

[Rozalin dashes forward and pushes the Princess aside]

[The shadow materializes and Rozalin clashes swords with an assassin]

[The assassin jumps back and dashes again, clashing and is repelled]

[Camera Swing to the Prince and Priest]

Ryes: Careful, Ed. [Ryes pulls out a staff] *Sweat drop*

Edwind: Move. [Pushes Ryes aside and unsteths his Sword]

[Edwind dashes down the hall way to join the fight]

[Enter from the left an Archer, bow in one hand, other hand reaching into his quiver] +unnamed full body portrait of the archer reaching for an arrow+

Rozalin: (another one?)

[Archer fires an arrow down the hallway]

[Rozalin slashes low at the assassin, the assassin jumps and is struck by the arrow and sent flying backwards]

[Edwind intercepts and slices the assassin in mid-air]

[The assassin turns into a wooden log with an arrow through it]

+portrait of the archer asking for the princess’ hand to help her back on her feet+

Kain, the archer: Are you alright princess?

Zelas: …

[Scene fades a way…]

Greedy Professor

April 11, 2006

A once innocent and young bachlor of science has now becomes a doctor of his field. His studies are the way of magi, an ancient and near taboo form of mana.

Through mana, one is able to manifest their desires into the shape of the four basic elements: water, fire, lighting, or earth. But through magi, one can be as poweriful as the cosmos and master even time itself. For this reason, this level of magic has been forgotten, tucked into the past under a once heavy, but now faded, curtian of war and destruction. Only ancient runes which tell tails of what was once magi, still remain…

As his life's work, he has always wanted to believe in the existance of something grander. Though he was never a good polition, he has managed to survive the politics of the scholistic world. Until one day his work was framed and labelled the root of all evil. He was cased out, his once great published contributions were burned and buried. Now labelled as nothing more than a heritic, he was exiled from the colleges of magic.

This didn't stop him, it only made him more ambishous.

After years of hiding, on his last great whim of instinct, he gathers a team of adventures using a different name, a treasure hunter. To the ends of the world, they went soon finding an hidden structure of what seems to have been an old militeristic head quarters.

Whilst exploring these ruins, they found something, something that would change the face of their world forever. A orb of magi. In his greed, the excited ex-professor slays his fellow adventures and takes the relic for himself. The source of infinite power; the proof of his life's work. Recognition beyond recognition was now in his grasp.

Our Hero, a teenage boy:

"Mom! When's big sis coming back? I don't understand why she likes to adventure so much. She just comes back with scars and bruises all the time."

Three years have pasted since that day…

Twisted Twins

April 11, 2006

An ambishous overlord whom seeks eternal life, locates a poweriful sorceress within a royal family blood line. In the mitts of night, the royal castle home is battered down and set to flames under the command of a black knight. The three year old, now orphan, daughter of the house was kidnapped and taken back to the overlord's terrority. In the clash of confusion there were only two others that survived, the keeper of the grounds and the twin sister. Escaped unoticed, the keeper racing from away the red sky'd hell, hidden by the dark of night and covered by the protection of the forest. Feariful for the young mistress' life, he leaves her at the steps of an orphanage.

The kidnapped daughter is taken in by the overlord as his own. Raising her strong and proud, but unknowning of her true past.

The escaped daughter lives a life of god and prayer. Protected secretly at a distance by the, now old, grounds keeper.

Fourteen years have passed. Soon at the age of eighteen  young mages reach the age of first essence, and their powers will begin to emerge.

The keeper now comes out of hiding and returns to service the young mistress once again.

"My lady, you may not remember me. I'm a friend of your father's. One of many which owe a great service to him…"

Three Step to Genocide

April 10, 2006

Step One:
In a county, built on the history of rebels, is now passing legislation to imprison for life any rebel or hint of rebelion on sight. The government officials pressing for this edict have secretly ployed staged examples of why this must be done. A national momument of heavy pride is left in dust and rubble. The people, screming in revenage and sorrow for their lost national treasture, quickly pass the bill. Little did they know that life in this county would never be the same.

As time proceeds and flows forth, innocents were accused as rebels and quickly confined and locked. An lonely island off in unmarked unexplorer terrority is now this nation’s might prision of the innocent. The people, now know of their mistakes, they now live in fear, they now regret their choices.

Our hero’s grandfather is taken and jailed. A wise man that knew too much. Since the death of her parents, her grandfather has been the only family she’s ever known. Now alone, but knowing, will he be able to change the world?

Step Two:
To be continued.