![]() ![]() They’re about as close to a human “parent” as you’ll get. ![]() Your Mentor, the person (man, woman, or otherwise you’ve no idea, you’ve never actually seen them from outside of the shadows), who taught you how to work, and who’s responsible for your actions. But that’s what your mentor is for, right? ![]() Icarus Sun, those are the only two words you can read. The book came to you accidentally, and you know the title, although you don’t know how you know the title. You are also illiterate, which makes the fact that you just found a book, and that you wish to read said book, a little challenging. You’re even luckier because, as a City’s Child, you see the sunlight often, as you must make repairs and care for the fresh fruits and vegetables that grow in the Park. Most people go their entire lives without ever seeing the sunlight, you’re one of the lucky few who do. It’s expensive to get in, and the giant walls that reach the top of the cavernous underground make the area just outside the Park one of the darkest places within The City. There’s only one spot of sunlight, a gaping hole showing the outside world in the center of the City where a park lies. The City itself is located underground, with gaslight and lamplight illuminating the gaping darkness that surrounds the edges of The City. The living City, your parent, your guardian, your inanimate founder. There are others like you, people who have flesh growing over metal parts, and metal inside of them as well, others who can speak to the City. In return for your life, you will work with The City in one of several jobs until the day you die. The City’s Children being children who would’ve died at birth, but instead was sacrificed to the City, who replaced the parts of you that didn’t work with pieces of this rusted City. The City without a name, where you are one of the City’s Children. The first story is of an underground City. Two stories, one a story that may be more true than you think. The explanation I’ve put together is pretty long so for those who wish I would get on with it, here’s the link to the demo:įor those who wish to read my explanation, here you go: As for what the metaphor means… Well it’s basically my long-winded way of saying I’m going to wing it. But that’s okay, I’m going to roll with my unknowledge and hopefully gather a big enough snowball that any problem I run into will be easily repaired. He never took them down Daedalus would never fly again.Hey there! Okay, so this is my first attempt at a game using ChoiceScript and I have no idea what I’m doing. ![]() He hung up his wings to the god as an offering. The inventor would later travel safely to Sicily, where he would build a temple to Apollo. Daedalus named the land Icaria, in memory of his son. Daedalus lamented the death of his child and buried his body in the nearby land. He would cry out “Icarus, Icarus where are you?!” He finally found his body floating among the waves, feathers strewn about the surf. He splashed into the sea and drowned.ĭaedalus looked for Icarus diligently. He screamed in fear as he tried to fly away, yet his wings were no longer capable of flight. Soon, the wings disintegrated entirely and Icarus plummeted down through the air. True to his father’s predictions, Icarus flew too high and the heat from the sun began to melt the wax holding the feathers in place. However, Icarus eventually would leave the guidance of his father and begin to fly higher and higher as if to reach heaven. All the while they were careful not to fly too low or too high. They passed the islands of Samos and Delos and eventually flew past Lebynthos. The two flying men traveled at peace for some time. Mourning for Icarus, painting by Herbert James Draper ![]()
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