Peace-Bringer

This is a game in which the player has supposedly done something wrong in their life and a being outside of their comprehension has awarded them a second chance. Find the ghost in one of the atmospheric street's cottages. 

Later, it is intended that the player picks up clues as to who the ghost was and what happened to them.

---Controls---

The game is not in the state that I aimed for by deadline, but the game technically functions. The ghost refuses to be interacted with, so the Y and U keys toggle the level complete menu and the O and P keys toggle the level failed menu.

WASD - Directional movement

E - Interact (open doors)

LSHIFT (hold) - Sprint

SPACE - Pause

---End of Controls---

---- START OF STORY----

Prologue

“Your eyes are white. Your eyes shine bright. But do your eyes see the light? Do your eyes know what’s right?”

The voice echoes with an eerie, nightmarish whisper all about. The darkness it comes from and the darkness it retreats to envelops you utterly and completely. There is no release from this place. All you can do is stay and listen. Stay and listen and hope things go your way. And although you dread it and wish for nothing more than it to leave, the voice continues, its disturbing, distressing tone not wavering for even a second:

“You wished it. So here you are. Your second chance.”

The voice pauses again and you can’t help but wonder if it expects an answer. Try all you might, however, you can’t seem to get any words out. You are just sitting there, waiting. Alone. Vulnerable. Afraid. Your only option is to wait in dread-filled apprehension for your disembodied tormentor to continue its sick and twisted game. The pause is uncomfortable. It’s upsetting. When will it speak again? Will it speak again? Is this your punishment? No. That can’t be right. Why would you be punished? What for?

In an attempt to return yourself to calm, rational thought, you consider what has already been said. But when did you ask for a second chance? You’ve never needed one before. And what about your eyes? You can’t feel them there; let alone knowing how and why they shine. And how can they know what’s right? What is right when there’s nothing? Besides, you’ve always known what’s right… right?

Right?

Logically, you couldn’t have a second chance without already messing up the first chance. Then what is it you’ve done? You haven’t a clue. Not an inkling of information can even trickle its way through your mind. If you even have a mind, that is. Surely you must do if you continue to think. But, then, if you cannot feel anything anywhere, is it there? Perhaps your entire body is numb. That way, you wouldn’t feel the parts that are still there. Yet, try as you might, you cannot touch nor see any other part of your body. And a simple numb feeling won’t explain that away.

Your loss in your thoughts lowers your guard somewhat, despite your slowly-rising anxiety, and the voice seemingly takes advantage of this. “You aren’t alive,” it begins. You start at hearing something so impactful on your very being so suddenly. “Nor are you dead,” it continues, wrapping you in more shrouded mysteries and boundless blackness. “No, you’re somewhere in between,” it says more hastily, almost as if to hide the true, original tone it had used. Was it unsure? Was it attempting to intimidate you in a place it doesn’t even know itself?

“It’s difficult to understand,” it whispers once more, reverting to the lashing, omnipresent echo that you feel you already know all too well. “Not that you need to,” it adds with what almost sounds like spite. With so much confusion and fretful unease, your brain cowers to a place you can’t reach. Your fear mentally freezes you. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Only waiting for what’s to come.

“There’s someone waiting for you. So go. And show me you know what’s right.”

Without any warning save for the voice’s last words, a brilliant white flash surrounds you, whipping at your every sense. They are overloading, yet they are still. They hurt, yet you are numb. Your head whirls faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster… If you weren’t numb, you’d be feeling the most nauseous you have ever been. The light blinds your eyes and nose, deafens you, dulls your touch, scorches your tongue. It rises and rises and rises in your head, whipping and burning and screaming and lurching and writhing over and over and over and over and-

Nothing.

You awaken. You open your eyes. Your real eyes. You can feel them. You can feel you. You look down and see your body at long last. You glance about. A sparse, peaceful fog drifts slightly above the ground. Before you are six houses of some description. All brick-built. All doors wooden. In fact, all the buildings appear identical. You wonder why. But your heart drops at the next realisation you make: you are walled in. All the windows face inwards. The surrounding walls are far too tall and smooth to clamber up.

Now what? How do you escape? What about what that voice said? What’s right in an empty place like this? What’s wrong? Why did you feel so much agony when you came here? So many questions race around your head with ever-growing speed. That is, until you look ahead. There it is. A floating body. No legs. One arm. Ominous, red, glowing eyes. It beckons you with its arm. And then it waits. It just… floats there.

 

So, what do you do?

----END OF STORY----

---Credits---

Mixamo - animations for the ghost and player

Dafont - font style for the UI (menus)

textures.com - textures on all models (except player eyes and eyebrows)