I think I must have missed what Camp Route and Investigation Route mean? Is that related to new/returning MC?
Basically there are two parts to every episode.
The first part of the episode I want there to basically be kind of a slice of life feel we’re all hanging out at the camp, doing our activities and having a good time. This will mostly be in the second and third seconds since things start getting weird by the start of the third episode.
The second part of the episode, I want to really get into the fact that there’s something weird going on. Especially when the kids start disappearing I want there to really be this feel of ‘wow I gotta do something about it.’ So you and a group counselors will go around trying to to and solve the mystery.
In the next update you’re going to choose between three groups which counselors you’ll do these investigations with. This’ll change exactly where you’ll spend most of your time after the first part (either the camp, the forest or Crescent Cove).
So no, you being returning or new has nothing to do with these routes. Hope this helps you understand it, if you still got questions I’m happy to answer!
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Progress Update #5// 4/26/24
Hey everyone, I'm here with another update that is sadly not the announcement of the first episode being completed.
Unfortunately my plan to get the first episode fully released by the 30th seems to be a bust. Guess I underestimated just how burned out I would become writing the same scenes over and over everyday. Jumping around the story helps, but that only leaves me with so many paths unfinished, so I'm trying to avoid doing that at the same time.
Fortunately, however, I was able to finish the mess hall scenes, so the story has been updated to include those scenes. The word count has increased to 70k (16k Average). For this update you will have to restart. Apologies for that, I've added some information about the story in the beginning for people who may not look at the tumblr page.
The new plan is to have the episode finished by the end of May now. Which honestly should have been my goal from the beginning but I had waaaay too much confidence in myself.
This will give me time to take actual breaks so I'm not just writing for hours days on end. That was seriously hitting me creatively, way to many writing sessions where I barely wrote 300 words, just my body refused to write anything. But when I got that spark of confidence I would literally be a writing demon and would be so annoyed if something ruined that. I don't know, guess it's the ADHD.
But that's all I wanted to update you all on, thanks for reading, see you guys in the next update!
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Can you make the same prompt for Oliver as you did to Lucas and Ezra please?
After thirty years, I’ve finally answered this ask. Apologies anon, please accept this extra long text as my offering to you. (I’msoserious this is so long for no reason, I just started writing and kept going...)
OLIVER - You and Oliver are hanging around the lodge, away from the rest of the camp…
The sound of Mr. Adams guitar softly fades the farther you and Oliver travel away from the big campfire. The group camaraderie was nice, but sometimes you just wanted a little peace and quiet.
Usually you could find it by one of the smaller campfires where the counselors gathered in groups together, with some of the older campers joining up with them to get away from the singing and storytelling. But tonight, you wanted to be alone with just Oliver, and he wasn’t going to deny your request.
“So where are we going?” He asks as you walk along the dirt path. But you don’t answer, giving him a little smile as you led him up the small hill towards the lodge.
The lodge was empty at this time of night, all the volunteers having already left for town and the Adams over by the campfire. Normally, nobody was allowed in the lodge after hours like this, but if nobody knew, who would it really hurt?
The two of you step in from the back door, the windowed door creating the only source of light into the room as the moon gazed down on it. “This place is real creepy at night,” Oliver says, walking over to a nearby lamp. Its light baths a small part of the lodge, making it easier for the two of you to find the couch.
The two of you flop down on the couch, claiming opposite ends to lean on the arm rests. Oliver gets nice and comfortable in his seat, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “We’re all alone.” He wiggles his eyebrows seductively, you think.
You chuckle, “You know what that means, right?” Oliver raises an eyebrow at your question, waiting for you to continue. “Means you can drop the act now, at least around me.”
Oliver's expression changes instantly when you speak, his face falling. He sits there in silence for a moment, and you worry that you may have said something wrong. But the look in his eyes tells you otherwise.
It's quiet as he ponders your words, wondering if you said them to be mean or if you were sincere. But you just give him an encouraging smile, showing that you meant what you said.
Finally he lets go of his relaxed demeanor. His body grows tight and strained, his face entering into a scowl that you’ve grown slightly familiar with these past few weeks. “What the fuck does Asher have against me?” he asks, his tone irritated.
“What?” That was definitely not what you were expecting to come out of his mouth. Complaining about the campers, that was his usual topic.
Sure, he's thought about how to make a counselor like him before, but you and him hang out with Asher every day. With the stuff going on in the woods you had too. So where was this coming from?
Oliver narrows in on your confusion. “Asher, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?” Oliver seems annoyed that you’re not exactly understanding what the problem seems to be, so he keeps on, trying to explain. “It’s like… every time they see me they have something to say. And they don’t even say a lot.”
“What exactly are we talking about here?” you ask, trying to be as understanding as possible. Even though you really don’t understand. “I haven’t noticed Asher treating you any differently.”
Oliver snorts, “Yeah, cause you’re too busy hanging off of Ezra’s every word.”
You tense up at that. Why would he bring that up? You thought you were over that by now. "I don–"
“Or Kairi’s,” Oliver continues, “Don’t get me started on her…” Oliver starts shaking his left knee in agitation, and you stare at it with worry etched across your face. You had no idea Oliver had been worrying about this. Just what kind of conversations were he and Asher having when you weren’t around?
“Regret asking yet?” Oliver asks, catching you out of your thoughts. You look up at him and see the scowl has been switched with a quiet smile.
You roll your eyes at his flip-flopping, you didn’t regret asking about his feelings. Just hated how he talked about the others like that. “You really think Asher doesn’t like you?” you finally ask.
Oliver shrugs, seeming to genuinely consider his dilemma for the first time. "I don't know... Why do you like me?"
“No way, not answering that,” you say instantly. You look away, but it's too late. Oliver's already back to that stupid charming smile of his. He moves closer to you, but you turn back to glare at him. “No. Your ego is already huge.”
“Not huge enough.” He’s sitting right next to you now, nudging his shoulder against yours playfully. “Come on, tell me.”
But you weren't going to be convinced so easily. You looked away from him again, trying to ignore the fact that he was now leaning against you.
Oliver wasn’t going to take that disrespect. He scooted away a little bit and you felt disappointment flood through you. That was until Oliver leaned around and dropped his head onto your lap.
"What are you doing?" You couldn't resist; you put your hands on trying to maintain the contact you had before, one hand stroking his hair and the other cradling his head. It felt a bit embarrassing how easily it came to you, but Oliver didn't seem to mind the attention.
“Waiting,” Oliver looks up at you briefly before closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh. “I can sit here all night if it means you confess.”
You chuckled at his childishness. Oliver mostly acted like this because he wanted to be perceived a certain way. But you knew him better now, this behavior was just Oliver being Oliver. “Well, I have a group of teenagers who have a bedtime.”
“Sucks for them.” You flick him on his forehead, but he just smiled again, totally immune to your attempt. After a few silent minutes passed, you watch Oliver settle again, trying to get a little more comfortable in your lap. Your hands stay in the same position, but you slowly rub his forehead with your thumb.
It’s hard for you to think about your feelings for him. You’ve only known each other for such a short amount of time, but you already feel like he’s the one for you. Which is a pretty insane thing to be deciding on at your young age.
There was no guarantee you would see each other after summer ended. Oliver would go back to living in Gailin down the freeway and you’d be getting on a plane and leaving the state. You could call, but how long would that last? Oliver was charming, not exactly friendly, but people weren’t afraid to get close to him. It would be so easy for his eyes to wander.
Even worse, all the stuff happening at camp made you worry for his safety. Oliver could take care of himself, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you were never worried. You wished you were in the same cabin as him, then maybe your heart wouldn’t tighten up every time you had to say goodbye at night.
You’ve never felt any of this stuff before. Why did you like him?
You lift your other hand then, setting it on his cheek tenderly. Oliver opens his eyes slightly and gives you a lazy smile. You're pretty sure he's almost asleep by now, but you say it anyway.
“When I’m with you, I feel like I have the whole world in my hands.”
Oliver blinks up at you, maybe he hadn’t heard you? Then, he shifts his body and sits up a bit, wrapping his arms around your torso. He lets out a relieved sigh and squeezes you tighter than he ever has before. "Thank you," he whispers.
You stay there a little longer until you feel his breathing even out. Eventually, he falls asleep, nestled against you on the lodge’s couch. It's not the most comfortable position for you, but you didn’t mind.
Checking the time on your phone, you decide you’re willing to be late getting the kids back together. You lean back and close your own eyes. Guess you’ll just have to take the lecture from the Adams.
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Are there many differences between a returning MC and a newcomer MC relationship/plot wise?
There will be significant differences between the two playthroughs. I can't reveal all of them to avoid spoilers, but I can mention some of them here.
You can change your relationship early on with K and D, which makes it easier to get a friendly or enemies relationship with either of them. You also start out as best friends with E (even though now that I think about it, I've still got to actually put that in the code) and can learn things earlier from them by asking the right questions only a returning MC would know to ask.
Your reactions to certain characters and their reactions to you. For example, a returning MC is scared of W as opposed to a newbie MC who just thinks they're a little weird. Or how Mr. Adams is very warm to you as opposed to just being nice and friendly.
You'll already know a lot of things about the camp and the town enough to skip scenes. In a future episode you'll be asked to try and find someone in town to figure something out. A returning MC would already know where to go, so you won't have to go place to place.
A plot twist is extra twisty because it's kinda your fault.
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