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|The world around you has gone quiet as snow covers it with a white blanket, singing it to sleep. Your palm tingle, and your dazed eyes twinkle with the reflected light of grains of flickering purple. It seeps through your fingertips and enlighten the darkness engulfing you.
Fate has chosen. A Witch. That's who you are.|
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Trigger warning: This game is written with a mature audience in mind, for containing mention/depiction of death, blood, violence, abuse, childhood trauma and sexual themes.
STIGMA: A DRAGONFLY is an Interactive Fiction game set in a high fantasy world. A setting that's inspired by African and Asian cultures. heavily north african.
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SYPONISIS:
You were made to feel like a monster your entire life. How could it ever be fair?
You were aware of it since your childhood. How could you not when you were sent to an Academy just to explore your identity as a Witch, a mutated human or a Mystic. Maybe both or neither.
How was it? knowing you. That you were one of many, but none at the same time.
You ran away that day. Never looking back for once. You ran as fast as your feet could take you, and it haunts you to this day. It is a race with time, with nightmares and sufferings. It was a race you could never win.
But then... You were back. Because who dares defy them.
That very cursed fate of yours acquired you an audience with The Crown. You returned to them with your own two feets.
The Crown has spoken.
A single sentence, knowledge. A fact that was so simply stated you were pinned to your spot. A gold coated letter and a luxurious pretty title changed everything in your life. Forever.
A request? No. An order. Is it a curse? Or an opportunity?
Choose, Witch.
FEATURES:
ꕥ Customise your MC: You're given the chance to customise your Character from [Name, Appearance, personality, skills to purpose]. Includes:
Customizable personality system: Your Witch can be sarcastic with a sharp tongue, stoic with a soft heart, playful but secretive or as cold as a winter storm.
What type of witch are you: This feature allows you to wear the world as a ring on your small finger. To be their darkest nightmare? Or maybe, the sacrificial sheep, or are you the wolf in sheep's clothing? Play it your way.
Witch's Skill System: From Intelligence, Agility, Vigour to Perception. These skills open up many different doors, outcomes, and options for your witch. And whether it succeeds or fails, it may tell you about secrets you did not take into account.
Customizable appearance: Customise your Witchfrom head to toe, includes but is not limited to; height, unique features, tattoos.
The Witch's purpose: You're playing a dangerous game, but you're not who started it. What purpose do you have to survive it all?
ꕥ Face the consequences of your choices: Be careful, or don't. In both cases, the decision is in your hands, and the consequences are yours to bear. So what path will you draw for yourself?
ꕥ Romance one of four different ROs: Two mysterious strangers, a florist or maybe someone you never wished to see again.
ꕥInfluence others' fates as much as they do yours: Develop your relationship with others. Or use them to achieve your motive. Your decisions and every step you take affects those around you as much as it affects you. Would you care?
ꕥThe wise Elders are ambiguous: Explore this world and find the secrets it holds and behold.
ꕥTake in a little apprentice to succeed you.
ꕥVengeance. Deceit. Betrayal. Treason: It is blood for blood? How will you face the world that burned you alive?
ꕥYou don't fit anywhere, or maybe it's that you belong everywhere: Choose on your own, Humans or Mystics. Which side will you support?
[ROMANCES][MORE DETAILS IN GAME PROFILE]
RAEL GOVIATT: [M]
[Isn't it curious? Do you want to flip and see the other face of the coin?]
TRAITS: Mischievous, Ambitious, Brilliant and Patient.
ABOUT: People say Rael have a bit of a dual personality. His friendly but mysterious persona makes them lower their guard around him. Though, he never shows or tells the real attention behind anything he does, even if it looks foolish to others.
Rael appears to be always amused by something. He flashes a disarming winning smile that lightens his whole face but his untelling eyes.
[You are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying.]
ANWAR HAYFAR. [F/M]
[Eternal chaos and internal chaos are distinct from each other. But I seem to attract both.]
TRAIT: Reserved, Tolerant, Idealistic and Secretive.
ABOUT: Quiet and unassuming. Anwar is a think before you act, type of person. They prefer to live in peace and away from politics or petty matters of the wealthy. But they are not that simple, as this florist may throw their guise and strike if pricked from the wrong side.
[And if a hundred loved you, they will only love you a drop compared to my ocean.]
HELIA [REDACTED] [F/M]
[Quit. Broke. Died. And made it through it all.]
TRAITS: Observant, Practical, Indifferent and Stubborn.
ABOUT: Helia's cold and indifferent appearance can be deceptive, despite being part of his truth.
A common first impression of Helia is a mixture of intimidation, intrigue and a sense of stability. They have an imposing aura and the kind of demeanour that demands attention in every room, with otherworldly elegance and grace.
[It's the same rain I loved that drowned me.]
YASIR [REDACTED] [M]
[Either find a way or be prepared to bleed and make one.]
TRAIT: Charming, Ambitious, Assertive and Inquisitive.
ABOUT: Yasir is a calculating and cool-headed person. And while Yasir can be materialistic, his love for money is not sacred, but it is definitely up there on his values list.
Yasir is authoritative and demanding, especially of his subjects. He also prefers to rule with an iron hand, which may surprise people who have not seen him in action.
[I have passed by many eyes but I only got lost in yours.]
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Ensan Case’s (author of Wingmen) salute to a World War II gay veteran, Jack M. Ilfrey, whose life paralleled the events of his novel:
One letter came from a very special person. I’ll call him Jack. Jack was an Army Air Force pilot in 1941, when the Pearl Harbor attack thrust the United States into the global conflict. Flying the twinengined P-38 Lockheed Lightning, he became one of the Army’s first aces, fighting the Germans in North Africa in late 1942 and early 1943. Highly decorated and an early military celebrity, he eventually ended up in England prior to D-Day in June 1944. Shortly after D-Day, he was shot down by ground fire, but managed to make his way, with French underground assistance, back through the Normandy battle lines to safety and his squadron, of which he was now the commanding officer. Now flying the P-51 Mustang, he added three more kills to his total before the war ended. When that time came, he returned to civilian life, where he became a successful businessman.
Jack’s letter to me, forwarded from Avon Books, was profound. When he left the military in 1946, he wrote a book about his experiences. Due to a glut of war-time books, his was not published. In 1979, in another extraordinary coincidence, he pulled out his 1946 manuscript and published it himself [as Happy Jack’s Go Buggy: A Fighter’s Pilot Story], in the same year as Wingmen.
His book was straight out of 1946, and related his experiences as a womanizing, heavy drinking, hell-for-leather fighter pilot breaking all the rules in search of a good time and a chance to vanquish the hated enemy. It was all true, of course, except for one detail: there were no women in the real story. He had been involved in ardent sexual relationships with two pilots in his squadron. In our correspondence he never revealed what happened to the two pilots, and I never asked. Jack subsequently maneuvered successfully through the minefields of being a prominent citizen of his community and an unmarried man with a close and lifelong male companion.
In his first hand-written letter, which I received in 1980, Jack gave me the greatest accolade an author can receive: he told me that Jack and Fred’s story had been his story as well, and he regretted being unable to honestly tell it to the world. After several years of correspondence, we fell out of touch. I discovered recently, from Internet sites devoted to him, that he passed away in 2004. His book and letters are among my most prized possessions.
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