its going to be called Subterrainia
Subterrainia will be a fps horror survival/shooter that takes place in a part of the world after a viral out break and causes an zombie Apocalypse. you play as an un-named marine Sargent, and the game will go from a huge city, to the forests that surrounds the city, through hoped to be forgotten mine shafts, to an underground lab where the virus started.
I want the game to unfold from normal military firefighting, overrun zombie suburb raiding, and long range sniper duels.
also a cool effect, the virus will start out small and the city will have no damage to it. Then later in the game, the city will be reduced to crumbling bindings and ruined houses.
chapters 1-3 will take place with your squad moving through the city toward the source of the "mysterious and hazardous occurrences"
chapters 4-5 will take place underground, (maybe service tunnels im not sure) expect close fights
chapters 6-7 will have you cross the "red forests" toward the lab
chapters 8-9 will take place in the mines
chapters 10-11 will take place in the lab
the game will be $20 when i finish and ill release demos here and their.
i plan on releasing add-ons like multiplayer and game expansions
the game was inspired by fallout, S.T.A.L.K.E.R., cod WAW, metro 2033, and 2 stories i wrote as below.
so facepunch does it spund good or what.
bonus: story time!
ps: it started as a story called "my gasmask" and evolved from their any way, heres parts 1 and 2
My gasmask part 1
As I crept carefully through the rotting ruins of the apartment building, I was in desperate need of food. A survivor can only last a while before canned beans start tasting like stale air and death. Before I can go on I must tell you it wasn't always like this, where every day is a struggle angst not only hunger, fear, radiation poisoning, and worst of all mutated animals. But mutants are not my only concern. I have to make sure that I find clean water, and safe shelter, but bandits, raiders, and cannibals make life a living hell for me. Ever since the bombs fell, I've been forced to live on what ever I can find. Scavenging is not only dangerous but it is a necessity to my survival.I had managed to find a crashed military truck one day, on the side of the road. I approached the truck hesitantly, I was not to sure what I'd find because at the time had only a t-shirt and pair of jeans and my backpack on me, and armed with only a baseball bat with a few nails I managed to drill into it. I examined the truck with all the concentration I could manage. the cargo of the truck was best thing I found since the six pack of coca-cola I found awhile back. What I found was an box of medical supplies( first aid kits, painkillers, adrenalin shots, bandages, ect) a field radio every once Ina while I'd hear signals from "safe havens with food and medical supplies" I'd knew it wasn't true, no ware was safe. Any way I also found some body armor( Kevlar vests), crates full of army rations, but oh man the weapons I managed to find grenades, an m14 (simi-auto rifle), and a glock 18. But best of all a gas mask with tons of filters. This is how I manage to live and not die from poisonous gasses each day. Any how, I was in the building I made my self to the roof. when I reached the stairwell the door creaked open and I was engulfed in darkness. I switched on my flashlight a shadow moved quickly up the stairs. Instantly I groaned " oh come on I wont hurt you, If you dount attack first." silence "OK have it your way." I replied to the darkness. I started up the stairs, rifle drawn. when I got up and out I moved over to the side and pulled out my binoculars, and scanned the horizon. nothing but thick forests to the west, ruined, heavily damaged highway to the south( The way I came), deserted or so it seemed to be military base to the north. And a small town to the east. well I guess that's gonna be a tough decision to make. At that moment the "shadowy" figure broke through the door it was a zombifyed mutated bandit, or as I called them "zombandits" for loss of words. I knew it was gonna be easy as I raised my rifle and and fired at its head.It fell, I walked over I managed to find some anti-rad pills, and a pistol clip. "Not the best loot ever but it'll do." I quickly rolled the corpse off the roof. (dount ask why) and set up camp I would stay here for the night.
MY GAS MASK PART 2
When I awoke in the morning, I checked the town to the east. It was connected to a small road with a stopped convoy of 3 trucks and 2 Humvees. before I left I took an Army food ration out of my backpack and ate it quickly. After my "breakfast" I headed down the stairs and got out of the apartment. I went over to the gas station across the street. I had gone in their before, only to check if their was any muskrats( giant mutated rats that give off a "musky" smell that you could smell from miles away). I went over to the ruined beverage holders. Most of the soda bottles or energy drinks where eater half full, spoiled, or empty. Except for a few bottles of coca-cola and root-beer, I happily took a bottle of root-beer and opened the cap with my knife. I put the bottle cap(caps for short) into my little pouch that was hanging on to my side. Then over to the counter top, a few packs of bubble gum and empty snickers wrappers littered the counter. I grabbed one pack of gum and headed off. About two or three miles from the town I found the stopped "convoy" of vehicles, no one was in site, or so it appeared, a bullet grazed my head and I pulled out my m-14. "Hey! who shot at me!" I demanded Ina Fearsome tone. "That depends on who you are!" a week, but powerful voice grunted back, "I'm not a bandit, or a raider I'm a simple scavenger looking to find my way to an unknown place in this beautiful word of dirt." I replied. "Well then," replied the voice,"Come over to the 2nd Humvee, with your rifle at your side!" ordered the voice. I moved over to the 2nd Humvee as instructed. The person I met was a man, dressed in woodland camo, and looked like a solder. "As you can concur. I'm in a bit of trouble." the man said. "what kind of trouble?" I asked "well," he replied "This was a supply run going to our frontline HQ." stated the marine. " Unfortunately we were attacked by a large group of tree stalkers." ( tree stalkers are mutated humans exposed to an amount of radiation casing them to mutate into fast, deadly, horrifying, savage killers) "I have some supplies in my backpack how bad are hurt?" I asked. "uhh, this bad." he replied, and lifted his arm reveling a deep gash that was still bleeding. I quickly opened my pack. grabbed some anti-biotics and gave them to him. Then I bandaged the wound tightly to stop as much bleeding as I could allow it to. We then started up the bloody Humvee and drove down the road. I was driving and the marine was on the mounted 50. cal machine gun on top of the Humvee . I handed him a coca-cola, he thanked me and got back to the Humvee gun. And with that we drove to the town, toward the military field HQ. My adventure had just begun, the adventure of me, and my gasmask
As you can tell it was heavily biased on fallout and metro with a little bit of S,T.A.L.K.E.R. thrown in to the mix
hope y'all in joyed the story