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Hi! Thank you so much for playing Emberfate.

Yes, Potato's route is still in the works! The current plan is to work on it after Reanimation Scheme is complete, so I'm estimating maybe end of year release for the Potato route DLC.

Good question! Honestly, I kept the locations vague on purpose in game so it doesn't break immersion for the player. I didn't want to state that Nathan lives across the world..... but in the country that the player happens to be in, which would obviously be very awkward 😂

Round 2 of the love interests re-introduction: meet the second love interest, Lord Kierdan Waven!

As the eldest son of the House of Waven and a high-ranked officer of the Authority, Kierdan is nothing short of intimidating to most people. His commanding presence and stand-offish aura do not help matters either.

But is there more than meets the eye beneath the earl's icy mask?

Full character bio:

It's been a long time since we've introduced the characters. So here is a re-introduction for the folks new to my otome visual novel!

Meet Aldrias, the gentle nerdy childhood best friend! He's smart as hell, but maybe a little scatterbrained and naive. Will your lifelong friendship finally blossom into something more romantic after all these years? 👀

Full character bio:

After almost 5 years of ups and downs, Reanimation Scheme is nearly ready to meet you all.

The full game will be released in Q3 this year, with limited beta access currently available on Patreon and to Kickstarter backers!

Reanimation Scheme is an otome / romance visual novel about necromancy, love, life and death. Step into the shoes of the necromancer, Raenelle. Meet a colorful cast of characters, fail to summon the spirits of the dead, unravel mysteries, and maybe — just maybe — fall in love.

Featuring:

A gentle nerdy childhood best friend 📚

A bubbly sweet gal pal 💖 (yes, there is a WLW route!)

One icy jerk of an earl ❄️

One playful prankster spirit 👻

A grumpy tsundere cat shapeshifter 🐈

This is it — probably the funniest line I'll ever write in my lifetime as a person who's horrible at being funny on command. I'm probably way too proud of this, but thank you Jori for making me channel the humor in me that I never knew I had.

...Wait, it is funny, right? I'm not just exposing myself on how bad my sense of humor is?

*crickets*

Well uh, I'll just drop my obligatory daily plea for Steam wishlists here: if you haven't wishlisted the game yet, please do so! 🙏 Help out a solo indie dev who's godawful at marketing and at being funny.

Somewhere along the way, I've apparently collected quite a few pretty promotional key art pieces for my upcoming otome game, Reanimation Scheme (Yes, my wallet wept and I ignored it😂)

PS: If you're curious about the game, check it out on Steam and consider wishlisting it while you're at it! 🥺

Both of my otome games, Reanimation Scheme and Emberfate, are part of the Steam event, The Storyteller's Festival! I'm so honored to be featured alongside many amazing games from talented developers. 🥰

Check out the Storyteller's Festival on Steam for a lot of cool narrative games, and while you're at it, maybe add Reanimation Scheme to your wishlist too? 👉👈

Now that the game is getting close to its release, I really should start posting again more frequently so here we go

Reanimation Scheme is an otome visual novel, coming out later this year!

🪄 Play as a necromancer heroine (who actually just wants to go back to bed instead of saving the day because really, that sounds like too much effort) 🪧 Make a lot of bad and dumb decisions (I mean, who doesn't?) 💖 Romance 5 cute love interests (including a tsundere cat shapeshifter 🐈and an undead spirit👻)!

If any of that sounds interesting to you, you can wishlist the game now on Steam so you'll be notified when it releases!

Hey everyone!

Belated Happy New Year to everyone! I know this is a very late end of year recap 😂Unfortunately, the past week ended up much busier for me than expected, so I could only get around to doing this now that things have calmed down a little.

This is a crosspost of a public post I made on Patreon a few days ago, so if you prefer the formatting there, you can read the post at this link:

PS: I do free monthly devlogs / posts there on Patreon, so consider joining the free tier of the Patreon even if you aren't interested in the paid tiers!

For those who'd rather read the post here, I'll leave the extraordinarily long ramble in a Read More cut below!

Happy Holidays! I had the good fortune of being assigned your Secret Santa, and I couldn’t be happier! I took the opportunity to familiarize myself with the demo for the fantastic ReAnimation Scheme, and immediately found myself hooked by the absolutely inspired concept of necromancy doubling as a soul-sucking customer service job. I hope that I was able to do Raenelle and Sebastien justice in this min-fanfiction I wrote! 

B.

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“By the Ancestors, girl, what do you mean I’m only a Silver Patron? I left those accursed brats enough for Platinum-tier thrice over, and yet you claim--”

The spirit before me swells with inflamed pride, continuing his ranting unabated as I tune him out. I ought to have known he’d be one of those. As soon as I opened the trunk and saw the coin with his name on it, it ought to have been obvious. 

Zianna, I get up early for once, and for what? My transfer request denied yet again, and now--

“...are you even listening? Deities, I’d heard you Reanimators are the worst of the bunch, but to think that you’d be so blatant in disregarding your betters--! Call your supervisor at once! For someone of my stature to be allotted a mere half-day of reanimation is highway robbery! Do you even know who I am, Death Mage?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose in an effort to head off an incipient headache, I nod, eyes flicking back to the scroll. Incarnations, why couldn’t the first summoning of the day be a simple one?

“Yes, of course I know who you are. I summoned you after all, Sir Rudiford.”

“Lord! Lord Rudiford!!”

I force a smile that is more a baring of teeth than anything.

“My apologies. Since you have passed, the title is now recorded as belonging to--”

“To no one yet! I know full well my Reanimation Rites never would have been seen to at all, if I’d named an heir while living. If I could take my title and wealth with me, I’d do it! Ancestors take the wretches, not one is worthy of either the name or the coin.”

The spirit before me falls to furious silence, flickering a sulfurous yellow. The portrait depicted on the scroll is not especially pleasant, and I reflect that death has done little to improve upon the (former) Lord Rudiford’s appearance.

“Are you denying your Reanimation Services, then?” I inquire through gritted teeth.

The former lord gives me an excoriating glare in reply. “Of course I am not! I am demanding an extension--half a day is not nearly enough time to wrap up business for a personage such as I! The Silver ranking is clearly in error--I ought to have a full day and a half, at the least!”

My head tips back heavily. Zianna, what did I ever do to deserve this?

Clearing my throat, I meet his eyes again before the spirit becomes apoplectic. “And as I have explained, extensions are not within my power to provide. See?”

I hold the scroll aloft, jabbing a finger at it.

“Silver Patron of the Reanimation Scheme. That comes with a half-day’s reanimation. Your body has been preserved in good condition with that in mind--but any extension without proper authorization, and you’ll be stinking of rot and dropping limbs in the street by day’s end. Hardly in keeping with the dignity of a lord.” I stress the title heavily, trying to suppress a smirk as I do so. The idea of this garbage spirit stinking of literal garbage appeals to me. 

“Your manager, mage! If you are too far down the food chain to be of use to me, surely you have some minder or other that will have authority to act!”

I sigh, eyes flicking to the form shamelessly slumbering on my desk, silver and white fur splayed against the red and brown leather binding of thick volumes I have no intention of reading on my own. 

“Right. You’re right, of course, Mister Rudiford. Let me transfer you--”

“Lord! Lord Rudif--”

With a flare of my magic, the sulfur-yellow shade blinks out of being, and I sigh heavily with relief.

“That isn’t likely to improve your rating, Raenelle.”

I glower at the cat sprawled on my desk. Sebastien has done no more than crack open a single golden eye, but already he is judging me.

“As if you were any help at all. If the Twelve Deities and Ancestors can see just what I have to deal with, I’m sure--”

Sebastien stretches in a boneless ripple of silver fur. “Then they’ll know what I am subjected to with you, and commend me to the heavens while relieving me of my promised duties.” 

Scowling, I give the long, fluffy tail a slight tug, just enough to be annoying without being painful.

“Some familiar you are.”

“And some Reanimator you are. Have you given any thought of what will happen at the morgue, when that cad wakes up?”

I chuckle.

“Sure. They’ll kick Lord Rudiford out to see his family as swiftly as they can, same as me.”

Sebastien shakes his head, obviously unwilling to appreciate the vision that is bringing me so much mirth. 

“And his family?”

I shift my weight with a sigh, annoyed.

“What of them? Will they even care what he thinks, the old skinflint? They carved his name into a single coin, as his reanimation token! I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them killed him,” I observe darkly, scanning his scroll. 

Sebastien appears momentarily taken aback, but soldiers on bravely. 

“You can’t make assumptions--”

I turn a malevolent smile back on him. The headache is building pressure. “Sure, okay. Great. Shall I summon him back and refer him to you, then? As my mentor, I mean. That’s the closest to--”

The golden eyes vanish, thick, brushy tail curling over them almost as a shield. 

“My role is to counsel you, not appease the spirits you upset.”

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Coward.”

I look at the mirror that dominates the room, reflecting both light and darkness in equal measure. I never wanted this to be my job. I never wanted to be a guide for anyone, let alone spirits. 

The glass is cold where I rest my brow against it.

“Raenelle? Are you asleep?”

I let out a mighty sigh, cheeks puffing outwards and breath fogging the glass.

On to the next. Let’s see…

I scan my mental list of the day.

Jori. Jori Halwin.

Here’s hoping he’s easier than the last.

OH MY GOSH!!!!! I'm so happy you're my secret santa, and 🥰is this two gifts in one?!?!! Adorable Sebastien fanart AND a hilarious and beautifully written fanfic!!!! I love these, thank you so so so much! Happy Holidays to you too @brightoakgame!!

Well, well, this change of attire must have inspired our lovely earl to be bolder, huh? 👀I wonder what exactly he wants to do?

You can find out now in the early beta build of Kierdan's route, currently available on Patreon!