#itoos

FEATURES (WIP)

- Science-fantasy Western

- Heavy focus on romance

- Choose between Male/Female/Nonbinary MC

- Decide your sexuality: Gay, Bisexual, Lesbian, Asexual or Straight

- Navigate your way through possible bad endings 

- Choose between playing a ruthless, kind, humorous or rational MC

- Up to nine romance options to choose from

- Be the space cowboy you were destined to be 

- Meet the cast!

It began as most first contact stories did: miscommunication, misinterpretation, and death. The differences in the ways of life and philosophies of the Kal'Morrans and the Harpii warriors were noticed upon their very first encounter a whole thousand years previous, and continue to persist into today.

There is no "official" story agreed upon by either party, and both governments in question will insist that the version brought back to them by their soldiers were, in fact, the correct manner as to how this altercation took down. The Council had made multiple attempts in the past to twenty years to collect enough evidence for one side or the other, and has been unsuccessful in doing so. The Council has no official stance on the first contact encounter between the Kal'Morrans and Harpii, and due to diplomatic purposes would rather see this bad blood between the two races dead, and buried.

KAL'MORRA: THEY CAME FROM THE AIR

[The Official story from the Kal'Morran perspective. This is the widely accepted as the truth among Kal'Morrans and their sympathizers]

The Kal'Morran Sun Warriors came across a space-faring vessel that had crash landed near the lakes of Calari and Bah-rami. Kal'Morran sources claim that there were no survivors in the spaceship as they were all killed upon impact.

Having no idea who or what these "aliens" were, they took the bodies from the ship and interred them in the local temple for inspection.

Without knowing it, upon the Sun Warriors inspecting the ship they activated a primitive distress beacon, allowing the Harpii in the chain of command to send more ships to investigate the call. There were ten Harpii "Warbirds" in all, and within a three days time of the activation of the beacon, they had arrived on Kal'Morran land.

Meanwhile, the corpses of the Harpii crew members who had died on impact had- by Kal'Morran accounts- began spreading an illness that ravaged the elder and younger population. Children and elders apparently died by the thousands, and was devastating to the Kal'Morrans at the time.

Your fist collided with your attacker's face, the sickening crunch of bone and cartilage loud in your ears. The man doubled back, crying out in both agony and fury. His hand flew to his belt instinctively, ignoring the blood pouring from his fractured, broken nose. He found no gun to cling himself-his life- to.

You advance, the wind grabbing at your hat, your clothes, but you ignore it. You needed to find a way off of the top of the train car, now.

The attacker grins, what little remained of his teeth was covered in deep, dark blood. Despite having a firearm of your own pointed squarely at the man's chest, he laughed. It was a choked, wet sound.

"Long ways away from home," His tone mocking, loud and clear over the clacking of the train car, "gotta lot of fuckin' guts thinkin' you could take our gold alone."

"Maybe," He rambles, spitting more blood from his mouth off the side of the train car, "ya just plain fuckin' stupid."

CHOICES

- You felt your lip twitch at the insult, your otherwise cool and collected demeanor fell to the wayside as you had enough of the bastard blocking the path before you. Your six-shooter felt familiar, comfortable in your hand, still aiming at him with enough accuracy to kill. You don't hesitate as you fire a shot directly at his chest.

- You scoff, your thumb cocking your weapon. You lifted the gun higher from your hip, now pointing the barrel directly at his head, "maybe. But I'm the one with the gun."

- Swallowing thickly, you allowed what was left of your gumption to take over- perhaps avoiding firing your gun that way. "I'm only telling you this once," you start, "either you make yourself scarce or I blow you away."