#new sequence

I'm the lead artist (and producer?) on the only Sunless Skies mod out there (Monarch Fan Expansion). We are working hard on our fifth big update, and currently are looking for some more writers, specifically I'd like to have someone else than me to handle Albion/London/New Sequence/Ministry content. We have plenty people handeling LoN and Rev content atm, so we're covered on that front. Since I'm not so much of a writer myself and I don't have the time I had half a year ago to put into this project, I mainly reverted back to my artist and administrative role.

☀️ Is any of you dawnburned besties interested in contributing to the mod as a writer for Albion content? ☀️

if Yes PM me. We are working through a discord channeI can send you invites then.

My current unfinished Albion content in need of a proper writer

Albion Faction Vessels (Dreadnoughts and Monitors): Wreck discovery options

Albion Faction Vessels: Boarding and Looting options

Albion Faction Vessels: Hailing Interaction

London Spy Network

Dawnburnt/Clockwork Sun related Nightmare and Travel Events

Vanilla Addon: Psalmist Quest (Sequencer Option)

Vanilla Addon: The Dazzled Sequencer's Charity Expansion

New Sequence cult events (mechanic where the player gets roped into the cult ever deeper, eventually becoming restricting and controlling)

Albion Crime Rework: mechanic that used the detatched vanilla qualities (Notoriety and Unwanted Attention) to interact and have more consequences

Quest: Dawnlight-box delivery for The Shining Propagandist

Quest: Investigating stolen admiralty ships, ft. The Cheerfull Logistician

Quest: Brabazon/Avid Horizon, a lost black sheep (ft. the Sear-Eyed Visionary)

New years the next year was. I passed out by 10, puking out I love you's.

New years the next year was. I traded one heart for another with sleet in my soul.

   The Winter of:    Me: "I'm depressed."    You: "Is everything okay with _____?" 

But I was full of harm and hurt for you those days and I wanted to sink your flesh into my hot melancholy center.

I was merciless in that wall- to-wall mattress, bare but the sweat and stains. When it came time to kill it I would not take an archer's liberty of hitting the heart, a quick kill.

I aimed for a long, slow death. A death of loneliness. I held it in my hands and guarded it with the force of evening, of forgetting and moving on.

But you! deserved it. You swaddled me in every minute of my wrecking, and you struck back times ten.

Living in the good old days sleeping in spirited memories, you will never let go.