A Coiled Story
POSTED: 11/02/2016
Howdy Rangers,
We’ve got a bit of everything for you today! First off, just like to remind you that we're offering a free Steam or GOG copy of
Shadowrun: Dragonfall - Director's Cut from Harebrained Schemes to all backers who have pledged $40 or more. If you've already pledged that amount, you don't need to take any additional action, but once the Wasteland 3 campaign is over, this special offer will be gone! If you would like to check out their critically-acclaimed cyberpunk RPG while supporting Wasteland 3, now is your last chance to do so!
Mister Funtimes
You might remember the Mister Funtimes model we showed you in an
earlier update. We have something cool to share with you today: we put the 3D model (in T-Pose) up on
Sketchfab so you can view it from every angle and take a look at all the details. Click below:
Dunes of Thoughts
I also have another lore writeup from the inimitable George Ziets, detailing another area we've been concepting for Wasteland 3:
[From the letters of Doctor Ellen Buchanan, dated 2022 - twenty-five years after the bombs fell. Housed in the Patriarch’s personal archive, Colorado Springs.]
I’m writing this from the passenger seat of an old, prewar pickup, not far from the ruins of Fort Garland. It’s April, I think… almost two years since we embarked upon this project to survey what’s become of our world.
My driver is a silent, pale-skinned man, his bald head mottled with scars and radiation burns. His coveralls have been mended so many times that I’ve taken to calling him Patch. He never speaks, so I don’t know if he minds the name, but I hope he doesn’t. Ever since the death of Dr. Herrera, he’s been my sole companion and friend.
A few days ago, Patch and I reached the edge of a barren expanse. Sand piled in vast, sweeping dunes at the edge of the mountains. This was once a national park that had been turned over to a group of scientists – not university professors like I once was, but a private foundation. They’d fenced off the whole area, and no one was allowed inside.
Of course, my curiosity immediately got the better of me. I told Patch to stay with the truck, and I set off alone.
At the edge of the dunes, I found toppled fences and guard towers, probably abandoned when the bombs fell. As I climbed over the ruins, I saw flickers of blue light from the sands beyond.
Sitting amongst the dunes were dozens of massive globes, like giant crystal balls strewn around a beach. Each of them was about twenty feet in diameter, though some were larger than others. They were filled with intricate networks of transparent fibers, so complex that the human eye couldn’t follow all their connections. Tiny blue-white sparks moved along the fibers at an incredible speed. Every so often, an arc of electricity jumped from one of the globes to another, setting off a chain reaction that sliced through the air and unleashed a burst of thunder.
I watched, mesmerized, for who knows how long, trying to understand what I was seeing.
“The Storm-in-Chains,” said a voice beside me. “Preserved minds from before the war.”
I leaped in surprise. A hairy little man stood close by, nearly naked, with metal rods strapped to his back. Startled by his sudden appearance, I asked who he was.
“Sparksinger,” he said. “First of my name. The Storm called me hence.”
Instinctively I edged away from him, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the lightning globes with a wiry strength. He put his mouth close to my ear. “Hear me, Dr. Buchanan - you are an echo, nothing more. All those you studied are dead. All those you taught are dead.”
How he knew me, I cannot guess. I was so shocked by his words that I didn’t resist, and he dragged me closer to the orbs. Before it even occurred to me to shout for help, Patch was running toward us, mouth set in an angry line. The little man looked at him with horror.“
I know what’s under your skin, dissembler. Get you back!”
For a moment, the Sparksinger let go of my arm. Patch and I broke away and raced for our truck…
[Beyond this point, the letter is torn, and no further record of the story has been found.]
Successes From Our Friends
We couldn't let our campaign run out without congratulating some of our friends on some pretty amazing success stories. Those of you who backed in the first 48 hours (and that's a lot!) will get a free copy of Stygian Software's UnderRail or The Brotherhood's STASIS. Both of these studios had some awesome news come out in the last month.
First, Stygian announced they are doing an expansion to UnderRail, titled
Expedition. This expansion offers a new twist on the metro and cave-crawling of UnderRail by letting you take a boat out to the Black Sea, a massive underground body of water. With over 100 new areas and expansion to items, skills and factions, this is a massive addition to an already great game, releasing in the first half of 2017.
The Brotherhood has a couple exciting things going on. First off, they're releasing a FREE game (these guys sure are generous) entitled
Cayne, an adventure game like STASIS with stories tied to that game, but playable as a stand-alone game. So it won't even require you to own STASIS - anyone will be able to grab this adventure for free come January 24th!
On that same day, they will be launching a Kickstarter for their next game,
beautiful DESOLATION, an adventure game set in a post-apocalyptic Africa, with very unique and stunning visuals. Just look at the mutated giraffes below, as well as other stunning art on their website. Mark your calendars!
Thomas Beekers
Designer