#onelastsunset

So, where did the idea of One Last Sunset come from?

Our artist, Ben, came up with the idea and shared his concept art at around the same time that Tracey and Dave were looking for something to make for the 1GAM* theme Dangerzone. The IF game he describes in this link became the prototype for the game we’re building now - One Last Sunset.

Check out his original art and let us know what you think!

After the Fall, you could live anyplace you wanted, long as you could hold it - or it was so far outta the way that nobody else cared.

Ain't many folk out there who'd lose an eye and keep on smiling. Some folk say it's optimism, an unbreakable spirit, a can do attitude. But, way I hear it, any trouble in her town gets dealt with by live-skinnings or prye-burnings, all under her watchful, ever-smiling eye.

Fox’s Saloon - not a great place to find yourself ‘less you got a real need to be there. Mostly home to drunks and crooks - and not the sort that believe in honour among thieves.

In their final days, most folk would want to be with loved ones, get wasted, watch a sunset or fuck a lot of people. Maybe all of the above. Me, my last few hours are gonna be spent driving a stolen car through hot desert to kill a guy. Still, I'll go happy knowing I took that son of a bitch with me.

Not unusual for kin to lookalike - distinctive nose, similar smile, same eyes - but to see a whole town of people from the same line....The one I talked to couldn’t stop licking his lips all the time we spoke. Kept my hand on my gun the whole time - I couldn’t shoot my way out of there, but I could make sure that if they got hungry, I wouldn’t have to live through it all.

Back before The Fall, his kind woulda been locked up rather than let practise, but I guess these days any kind of medicine - even his kind - is welcomed by folks bad in need of some looking after.

The moment he’d said it, they all knew he was a dead man - him included. This ain’t no place to be cussing Fox out of it - hell, not many places are good for that kind of carelessness.

Wasn’t long after people stopped seeing him. From time to time they’d hear him, though. Whimpers from the basement, that kind of thing.