Category: IFstravaganza

I follow this mysterious stranger through a maze of narrow alleyways. I think to myself that I hope they aren’t leading me to some organ harvesting ring. Eventually we reach a small hut. The stranger tells me the man I am looking for is in there and wishes me luck as they leave. Inside I…

I exit the hospital and enter the decrepit underground city. It’s in an even worse condition than the hospital, if that’s even possible. Trash litters the street, people having arguments, every building looks like it just went through a war, I wondered how anyone could possibly live here. Since I have no idea where anything…

You wake up on the ground, cold and alone. Where was this place? There was a rather large hole in front of you that descended steeply into the ground. For some reason, you could not recall how you got here or what had happened. You couldn’t even remember anything about yourself. The full moon glowed…

you and the girl sneak your way near the elevator that leads up to the floating island located in the middle of the underground city. As you both near the elevator compound you notice multiple sentry turrets propped on top of the parapet with a massive door made entirely out of steel. You and the…

looking straight into the terrified eyes of the one who created you, you don’t know what to feel… Should you hate him? Love him? Both? You glance back at the girl who is frozen in place not out of fear but from pure hatred. You look back at the scientist and at your hand which…

You and the girl both embrace each other and sigh with relief. The end.

This next Historian is chattier than the one who greeted you at the door. You’re not even sure how to process what they’re saying – it seems like it’s mostly about the weather. You make hopefully-encouraging noises to hold up your end of the conversation. They bring you into what appears to be a tea…

It’s a cold day in the Upper City. Or maybe it just seems that way, you’re used to the warmer and more enclosed environment on the underside. But you put on a coat and took the elevator up, because you know this is the opportunity of a lifetime to get some answers. The Historical Society…

You gasp as you are released from the grasp of the story. Well, that was thing. You aren’t entirely sure what to make of what you’ve just experienced. Of course, simulation entertainment is not rare, but you don’t consume much media that way, if you’re being honest. Quite disorienting. And you’ve never heard of scrolls…

You are led into what is, honestly, a pretty unassuming room. You were expecting something a bit more impressive, more ostentatious. The Historian simply gives you a look and closes the door, presumably going back to their desk. Rude. But you don’t know what else you should have been expecting.  There’s a nice large table…