All lost souls are human

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I have been working on a hypertext that collages together elements of most of the Panzer Strider fiction. Into a chaotic multiple-choice hyper text. I have already written the ending and am working towards it. When it is finished it will be about a novel's worth of text at about a third done it is over twenty five thousand words.

I had to take a break from writing several years ago because I felt I was running on empty. I kept starting and stopping projects, which culminated in the first version of Panzer Strider. If you have read is a man getting raped in the ass and then his bird friend, messiah, kills the family of the man who did it and is crucified.

I don't know what this was about other than my mental illness crying out trying to find some kind of stopping me from pushing myself further down the rabbit hole of being "productive".

The new version of Panzer Strider is not that one. It almost exclusively shares the vaguest hint of the former setting. IT has mecha, psychics, and other pop culture touchstones. Though is has some of my older literary ambitions before my brain melt. It is also heavily influenced by Hideo Kojima's idea that the substance of the story should stay the same. However, the variant details can be played with.

I already have a demo available on itch.io under the title All Lost Souls Are Human. link included in case you feel like checking it out. 

 

 https://wicked-grin.itch.io/all


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