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Unity Unity -- Unity Blender GIMP Writings Unity Unity Asset Store Since I had already made the cutscene editor and the parser, I decided to post it to the asset store too, with a free edition, and a paid pro edition with more resources. I also posted the loops I made for this game, and some other games, as a bonus. A Day About Parked Cars This is the game I posted a few screenshots before, now complete! . F Previous Next A_Day_About_Parked_Cars.zip (415 MB) And this is an extra cutscene, not included above Previous Next Ship_Cutscene.zip (307 MB) Lore Since any game needs some lore or backstory, I decided to make some. This one is related to the game I showed at the end of this page, in the cutscenes editor section. Grapple's Drift The shopping center's dome came down into a rain of shattered glass shards. The blaster agents came shortly thereafter, magnetizing the glass shards to their arms and then expelling them downwards, dampening the fall. At the opposite side of the hall, the charge agents came through a similar route, but in a more awkward way. Zigzagging until they reached the ground, they came hitting and bouncing on every corner they could. "Since when these Vero's thugs became so well trained?" Ayane had several acquaintances in the northern state, and knew very well that it was made mostly of barren expanses and dotted with some villages. They barely had a police force, so it was inconceivable to her they could have a training center to come hovering that way. "They aren't well trained." Hanzo looked at the red soldiers, civilians until two weeks ago. "Just as Zared isn't." and turned to their friend, attracting glass shards to his armor and shooting them at the enemy. "I think... these armors, all of them, are self-trained, and have some sort of specialized artificial intelligence." "But the red ones are way faster with these shards." "It seems our armors are more resilient, but theirs have a faster attack rate." "Resilience shouldn't be enough for Zared keep standing there like a static target." and turned to him: "Come here, crazy!" 13 days from present, the day after the meteorite rain. Ayane and Zared walked together at Fizo's condo. "That looks like Fizo's house." If Zared counted right, that should be the thirteenth street, Fizo's address. Ayane already knew very well the house's facade, and didn't count. "Of course it is. It's the only automatic garage door that faces the street and opens outwards." "Doesn't it block the other cars? And the neighbours, don't complain?" "I think they don't know. Few people live here and most of them come just at the weekend. And if they knew, I think he wouldn't care about them." And completed on her thoughts: "Or about anyone else, really." The two walked away from the main street, to Fizo's house. The house was now a pile of scattered debris and some standing walls. "His place is one of the most affected." "Divine providence, I guess." "Stop hating." "It's not hate. I just think he is a bad person." Ayane turned the other way. "I don't want to dwell on that." and tried to find some other subject: "What are we supposed to find in this hodgepodge?" "I guess we were supposed to arrive... and he'd be waiting for us. He commented something about an old green wallet and some clothe changes." "Ok. So, I don't want to leave here too late. We can start searching it now and tell him if we find something." 15 days from present, near Earth's moon. The Xzharians ships usually travel in fleets, but rogue exceptions happen. Bavrot was trying to correct this anomaly, talking rapidly in his native language: "Any ship in this sector can hear me?" The pilot consulted again his radar and verified that the screen remained the same: no allied Xzharian ships nearby, just some too far away to establish any meaningful communication other than presence. What was near him was a menacing Verent fleet. They couldn't detect a Xzharian fleet so far away, but his systems could, pertaining to an exploration model that had better communications than most. And he knew that, if that was an elite Xzharian fleet as he believed, the barrage of fire would sweep him away together with all the other ships in the area. "This is urgent. Somehow I fell behind a Verent fleet, and I can see there is a Xzharian squad coming. If anyone in the squad can hear, please hold fire while I evade." Just silence. The evading maneuver started a hour before, and the pilot prayed that the elite squad wouldn't arrive before he was too distant to be a target. A firestorm wouldn't differentiate between a rogue ship or a ship taken by the enemy. Bavrot suddenly became optimistic when a message arrived from the opposite side he was expecting. A relieving Xzharian voice was heard on the other side: "We catched your signal from our moon base. Come full throttle to the location that I will transmit now. Don't worry. We'll intercept your ship for refueling." Some happy thoughts crossed Bavrot's mind. On his nod, the auto pilot accelerated to the received coordinates, as it already had interpreted the operator's message. He then languidly leaned towards the radar, the previous setting not disturbing him anymore. Sooner than he expected the radar detected a Xzharian ship coming in his direction. How the one from the moon base could be so fast? However Xzharian navigation systems overestimated too much their pilots, and wasn't programmed to detect friendly fire. The first missile hit the left propulsor, and others came afterwards. The ship was propelled, spinning relative to Earth and approximating it. Bavrot tried to return to the evading maneuver, but after some minutes the planet's gravity caught it. After much effort, Bavrot stabilized the ship. Other propulsors were just partially working, and he still couldn't avoid Earth's pull. He went to his next to best option, other than evading, and tried to find a landing site that'd give him chances to save the ship. He accelerated it until it became geostationary, hovering over a distant spot with a lake. Fizo's House Zared held the distorted piece of metal on his hands: "These things aren't meteorites... More like parts of an engine." The blue metal moved, and he dropped it on the debris pile. "It is crawling on the ground?" Ayane looked to where it was moving: "Oh, my... And there are several of them." "It seems they're going towards each other, doesn't it?" Zared moved a wood interloper. "But the debris isn't letting it." Ayane was amused. It looked so harmless, so slow. She decided to take one of them on her hands and kicked some impeding debris on the others path. Zared silently reproved. "What harm it can do? It will just turn into a big goo." Ayane watched them group, morph and agglutinate. On her last kick, a thin stripe of blue metal sticked to her foot, linking it to the larger metal bubble. The now single metallic mass crawled over her body and adjusted itself to make an armor vest. On the other side of the terrain, a transparent helmet quickly floated towards her and completed a full-body armor. "Get away from me!" Action followed words, and the transparent helmet floated back to the ground, the armor quickly receding to her feet, forming a cube by the helmet's side. The artifact now resembled more a toy than a menace. She studied it, looked at all sides, moved it on the ground, and tapped it lightly. Nothing. "Come back to me?" Action followed words, and Ayane laughed. Zared was bewildered. "Isn't that thing... dangerous?" "Hmm... Yes, it may be. Better to take it off for now, right?" Zared walked to the other side of the terrain. "There is more of it here." "Oh, jeez... no need to be jealous, I guess." Iashita's Shopping Center "I don't know why they're after us." Ayane was concerned. Hanzo was more focused than having any discernible emotion. "Our goal isn't to engage them... We just need to find the capsule and get away from here." "And they're attacking us because of that capsule?" "I don't know. It...