Remember the door code ward punches in at the end?

43556#92731#9352663#4663

Something odd about that format …

You step out of the elevator and look around. For a private floor, there’s not much being used. The hall goes left and right and is totally free of objects. The walls are even bare. In front of you is a large, heavy-looking door with a small keypad, exactly like the keypad in S33, next to the doorknob. Alright. You look at your scrap of paper and open up the glass covering over the keypad.

 

Detective Gray

This is Detective Gray. So Say the Traitors follows Gray, a jaded private investigator who’s very good at what he does. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and isn’t in it for anything but the money. He contracts with the Revolution on a regular basis for data-collection jobs. Usually nothing too difficult; usually it’s pretty boring. Gray doesn’t like boring, but he doesn’t choose his clients. One mission, however, might prove too difficult for even Gray to tackle alone …

While So Say the Traitors is a direct sequel of Ghost of the Revolution, there is some time overlap. It will be in second person, present tense as usual, but this time the book will alternate the point of view between two main characters. How often it switches is somewhat dependent on what happens in the story (i.e. what you choose to do). The book plays as a series of mysteries, which you, the player, have to solve. If you liked GotR’s Trial 1, you should like the bulk of this story’s gameplay. If you didn’t like Trial 1, don’t worry, it’s not exactly the same style or format.

More information next week!

It’s a teaser banner, you know you want it.

I’ll be releasing new information every Monday about the new story until we start it. This week you get the title and a graphic I’m still working on (but I think it’s pretty good).

Just a little hype about the next trial–for all of you who weren’t already on the edges of your seats–Trial 4 is fucking awesome. I’m going to be holding the Trial all at once on AIM and FFYa vent.

Details:

Thursday, August 21st, 2008, 6 p.m. EDT

AIM chat: gotr

FFYa Vent.

Basically this trial is going to be so intense and fast that you’ll need group discussions on aim in order to be at all effective. Just to give you and idea about how awesome this trial is, I’ll tell you a small fact about it: The entire trial takes place in the space of one 4 minute song.

HYPE

Okay I’m really sorry about that, but it is a problem. I’m in the process of re-writing the raw version to a rough novel version. Part of that involves changing the point of view from second person to first person, and the other is POSSIBLY changing the tense from present to past. HOWEVER I’m not sure if I want to change the tense because I like how present tense reads, but I think it would be less professional to write it in present tense.

Here’s a sample from chapter 3 in present tense.

I wake with a jolt. It’s dark and someone has their hands on my arms.

“Ward WARD! Are you awake? God damn.”

The pressure from the hands lessen and my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

“What …’s going on?” I mumble.

“You were flipping the fuck out that’s what’s going on.” I place the voice. It’s Specforces.

“What?” I repeat, still not understanding.

“I said you were going nuts. I was asleep in the other room and you just started screaming. I came in to see what was wrong and you were thrashing around like you were having a seizure.”

I see Spec is half-naked, and holding an uzi. He has a concerned look on his face and a trace of fear in his eyes. He has some sweat on his forehead.

“How long was I freaking out for?” I ask.

“Well you weren’t screaming the whole time but I’ve been in here trying to wake you up for at least 3 or 4 minutes. You scared the shit out of me.”

“What time is it?”

‘I dunno, like 2:30.”

I sit up. It’s pitch black outside but I’m fully awake.

“I don’t know if I can get back to sleep.” I say. “Is there anything to do besides watch TV?”

“Yeah I should fucking hope you’re not planning on going back to sleep. And yeah, we’ve got a training room in the basement. Don’t walk around too much on that leg, but you can work out or something on the machines we have. Jewp and Squeek sleep upstairs so you won’t bother them.” Spec stands up and walks down the hall. “If you do decide to go back to sleep, do me a favor and gag yourself so you don’t do loud exorcist shit anymore.”

“Good night? Sorry!” I say, apologetically.

I sit up fully on the couch and try to remember what I was dreaming about. Bats? Something about a struggle and underwater soldiers. None of it makes sense anymore. I get up and see a crutch next to the couch. I take it and hobble over to the basement stairs. I sit down and slowly make my way down the stairs by sliding down each one.

Once in the basement, I see what an underground resistance’s training room looks like. There are more machines than I have muscles, most of which I can’t even figure out how one would get into. Some of them look like technology that I either don’t know or that I can’t remember. I decide to stay away from those and stick to a bench-press machine.

Over the course of the next few hours, I make my way through a string of various arm and upper-body strength machines, and realize just how out-of-shape I am. I wonder just how long it was since I last worked out. I’m just finishing up my last set of curl-ups when I hear someone coming down the stairs. Jewpin emerges in the most comfortable pink bathrobe I’ve ever seen.

“I heard about your ‘incident,’ are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, I think so. The same thing happened to me when I was at Grant’s house. I broke some stuff or something in my sleep.”

“We should check that out. You’ll never pass the mental health trials if you’ve got some of your old memories colliding with your new ones. In the meantime, do you want some breakfast?”

“Yeah sure.” I hop over to my crutch.

“Oh hey I found the other one. It was in my closet, let me run and get that for you.” Jewpin heads back up the stairs.

I realize my leg hasn’t really hurt all night. While I haven’t really been putting any weight on it, I have been moving around a lot. I really hope my leg isn’t broken.

“Here it is.” Jewpin says as he comes down the stairs, holding out a crutch matching the one under my arm.

“Thanks, how do you go up stairs?” I realize my center of gravity falls backwards when I try and move upwards.

“You put your good leg up, then pull the rest of your body and crutches up to that step, yeah like that.”

Simple enough.

——————–And then the past tense————————-