A Handful of Dust: 1933. You, a created monster, walk among the wasteland, seeking hope and humanity.
Description:
1933 The American Dust Bowl. Prometheans, created monsters live in the shadows of the world. Keep your identity secret, lest the people rise against your with pitchforks and torches. You, a created monster, walk among the wasteland seeking hope and humanity.
Set in WWII. Against all odds you've developed a kinship with these men who aren't aware of your existence. You've vowed to keep them alive through this battle no matter the cost.
Description:
It’s been sixteen days since the rain and the shelling started… The cannons pierce the sky like a storm calling down death and thunder on the huddled masses in the trenches, while the sound of the machine guns mingles with the endless rain against a backdrop of wailing and despair. Here you are in the middle of it all having been driven like animals by the shelling into this mad chaos. You’ve observed a squad of soldiers near your refuge. They haven’t noticed you, but you’ve heard their stories and their struggles when you listen close; you’ve crept close to watch them under the cover of night and been secret participants to their joys. Against all odds, in this hell you’ve developed a kinship with these men who aren’t even aware of your existence. Though they would surely react with fear if they met you, you’ve vowed to keep them alive through this battle no matter the cost.