Soul Reaper

This game needs a few more assets, such as sample monsters, more Memory abilities, and a mechanical end-game other than death. Until then, it will be free.

No, it's free. Yes, I'm too kind.

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     I can’t remember the color of the sunrise anymore. I can’t remember the warmth of its rays, the smell of fresh air. All I know is grey, and black.

     The Otherworld. A cold, hard parody of the Overworld, made of grey, only grey. Dark spires rise into the sky, towering over the cobbled streets, lit by a harsh moon nestled in mountain and fog. There is no color here, and the sun never rises. But the moon, it watches over us.

     We were banished to this godforsaken place to kill Souls. Monsters, corrupted spirits of the living and devourers of the Living, ethereal in the Overworld but laid bare within our nightmare, vulnerable to fire and steel. No sane person would ever volunteer for this. We were convicted, and sentenced to a holy service undeserving of us heretics. Us murderers. Us traitors.

We are Reapers.

     In the darkness, there is a gate, shrouded with mist and wrought with runes from another time. The Gate, a legend passed down through the ages, a pathway back to the Overworld. Our only hope. Each day, we fight and kill the same beasts, trying to reach the Gate, and each day we find nothing. Many have given up, calling it a fool's hope. They have nothing to hope for. 

     The killing. It makes us stronger here. It drives us mad. It stains our souls. And we have no choice. A Reaper who partakes of the slaughter, who enjoys it too much, corrupts their very soul, and soul is all we are. Such a Reaper warps their very being into a monster. Their soul is corrupted, or worse, destroyed. All that is left is a broken shell. I've seen it happen too many times. 

     As humans do, in any environment society will rise. Rivertown, a keep of Reapers built upon the banks of the River, chosen for its healing properties; to wash away your memories and purify your soul. When you awake, the only thing you remember is how to kill. Nothing else. By the number of Notches on my blade, I've been to the River before. And again. And again. 

     I'm going down to the River tonight. If I can't find any answers, I know a way to make my questions go away.

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Thanks to AlwaysNevers and John for some good advice!