A játékról

Just a weird game.

"Mongol watched the weary head of Agrippa sitting on a mountain top, but terrified by the hideous noise it was making, he began to turn, fleeing from the laden locust that came out of its mouth and those of its wrathful servants.

Since he couldn’t outrun them, he chose to hide near the burial-mounds. There he awaited the arrival of Roach, an eight legged man-like creature with a crooked nose and an eyeless pink face. That moment never came. Startled, again, he leaped over the mounds and met his maker, a man who had once been a king and whose rule was unquestioned.

The world fell silent after he became a god. Even after his ascension, Mongol refused to serve. Mongol would serve no one. In his mind, the old world had still remained alive. Countless attempts at his life failed. And the perpetrators were punished with a fate much worse than death. With each breath their lungs grew in size, until they became as fat as Zeppelins.

Their ribs were shattered. Inhaling the poisonous and colorless gas that surrounded them made them grow infected stingers. Purple patches appeared on their fingers. They were paralyzed with fear as their bodies contorted into bridges. The weaker ones fell, while the strongest survived. The great god Agrippa had seen them rise and drop bombs upon his lands. But, instead of exploding, they released weird appendages that squirmed."

Synopsis:

The face of an ancient god by the name of Agrippa lays on top of a mountain. Before him stand armies of contorted creatures that are under his complete command. He has a chosen servant by the name of Mongol. Agrippa creates an alternate reality where every living being has been replaced by Mongol look-alikes in order to mess with him and his mind.

Backstory:

Agrippa Nestor is an artificial humanoid. He observes people who are on board of the ship he’s in. Their constant chanting reminds him of the people who created him, which in turn causes resentment for giving him sentience.

Many of the remaining humans are kept alive by vessels connected to the ship. Without them, their bodies would die, but not their minds. Agrippa is tasked with watching over them.

He is in awe of the memories that were implanted in him, which still haunt him to this day. There are small meaty boxes floating in his head. He’s constantly struggling to prevent himself from falling apart and decaying on the floor. But his suffering ends one day, when he becomes a god and finds a servant worthy of torture.