xBrokenSin
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Introduction:
Yo~! I'm xBrokenSin and this is my attempt at a Harvest Moon game. With this game I hope to recreate the classic Harvest Moon experience while at the same time bringing somethin new and enjoyable to it.
NOTE: Sorry to say this, but this project will be put on hold for a while. If you want to know why, check out page two.
Introduction:
Yo~! I'm xBrokenSin and this is my attempt at a Harvest Moon game. With this game I hope to recreate the classic Harvest Moon experience while at the same time bringing somethin new and enjoyable to it.
NOTE: Sorry to say this, but this project will be put on hold for a while. If you want to know why, check out page two.
Well, Harvest Moon is a farm simulation/role-playing game where you... run a farm! It may sound a little boring, but there are lots of things you can do besides grow crops and take care of animals. You can interact with the local townfolk, increasing their friendship toward you. You can even woo certain people, get married, and have children!
But it doesn't just stop there. You can attend festivals, mine for treasure, fish, and various other mini-games.
But it doesn't just stop there. You can attend festivals, mine for treasure, fish, and various other mini-games.
When your father dies, his final words to you were to take over the farm.
You tell him you will -- that you will make the farm into something that he would have been proud of.
You go to Radiant Valley, but its nothing like what you expected. The house is small and cramped, and the fields are littered with so much junk that you'd think it had never been taken care of. Radiant Valley? More like Dump Valley.
But you promised your father. You told him you would turn it into something he could be proud of, and you don't plan on going back on your word.
You tell him you will -- that you will make the farm into something that he would have been proud of.
You go to Radiant Valley, but its nothing like what you expected. The house is small and cramped, and the fields are littered with so much junk that you'd think it had never been taken care of. Radiant Valley? More like Dump Valley.
But you promised your father. You told him you would turn it into something he could be proud of, and you don't plan on going back on your word.
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The sound of a heart monitor fills your ears; the steady beeping resonating through your skull and making you clench your fist that rested on your lap.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Your knuckles turn white, your fingernails digging into the palm of your hand painfully -- but you notice not, your attention fixed firmly on the figure before you.
Their eyes are closed in sleep and their skin is a dusty gray -- a far cry from the vibrant tan you remember, their forehead, ears, and neck red from sunburn. It’s hard, you realize as you stare at their prone form. Hard to see someone you care for looking so weak and vulnerable.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The insistent beeping continues -- seeming to grow in volume in the deathly quiet you sit in.
A groan comes from the bed, the white sheets moving as the person under them begins to struggle in their snugness.
You’re instantly on your feet, your eyes wide as you bustle about randomly. “Father!â€
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Your knuckles turn white, your fingernails digging into the palm of your hand painfully -- but you notice not, your attention fixed firmly on the figure before you.
Their eyes are closed in sleep and their skin is a dusty gray -- a far cry from the vibrant tan you remember, their forehead, ears, and neck red from sunburn. It’s hard, you realize as you stare at their prone form. Hard to see someone you care for looking so weak and vulnerable.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The insistent beeping continues -- seeming to grow in volume in the deathly quiet you sit in.
A groan comes from the bed, the white sheets moving as the person under them begins to struggle in their snugness.
You’re instantly on your feet, your eyes wide as you bustle about randomly. “Father!â€