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2021

ATROPHY: Nova

22nd November, 1923 (I think)

Hey again. I wanted to save these, so they'd last me for a while. But my sitters took me out for a stroll, yesterday. And then they put a gun to my head. It's a weird feeling. I was so sure that they wouldn't pull the trigger. That didn't really help, though. Because even if you're almost 100% certain, there's always a chance you might be wrong. And if you being wrong means that you'll do die, it's enough to put the gears in your mind to work. I could never stop thinking about the how, where and when I'd die. In my thoughts, I always wanted to leave this world with grace. But when I couldn't even see the person that's holding my life in their hands, it really got to me. Killing someone can be a very intimate thing. You get to know each other in ways that cannot possibly be described. I saw the fire in little Apo's eyes crackle and flicker, just before it went out, forever. At that moment, there was nothing else in the world that mattered. Just him, and me. The person who died, and the person who killed. Sometimes when I was walking through the streets, I looked at other people and thought to myself: "What if that person over there was the one to kill me?" Because with one single action, that person could become one of the most important people in my life.

ATROPHY: Parousia

20th November, 1923 (I guess)

Hey, feels a bit weird to greet a piece of paper, actually. Guess I'm just relieved that they finally managed to get me a notebook. A few more days and I would have started scribbling on the walls out of desperation. I have to externalize my thoughts, somehow. And I can't talk to any of the people here. No matter what happens - or whatever they do to me - I mustn't tell them. If that means that I'll have to eat my way through hundreds of pages - so be it. I will get through this.

Three years, he said. That's all it takes to bring Ionia down. And boy, do I hope he's right. I'm still trying to pinpoint where I am, exactly. There's a mountain range outside, and the air feels comparably thin. Probably some place in Struma. Greg told me that EnKAD liked to ship rogue agents there. Or maybe they're keeping me close to home. Who knows.

Epilogue

Hey friends,

feels like it's been ages since the last post. TRACHI has been out for almost a week now, but my mind is still fervently trying to come to terms with it. I guess after spending the better part of the last year on it, it's kind of hard for me to let go. However, there's still one milestone to pass before we're there.

The last hurdle

Today is the 18th November. Five more days until the Steam release. On that note, please be so kind and wishlist or follow the game on there, if you don't mind or haven't done so, already. As for me, I've spent the last few days polishing the game, but also implementing and testing the following features: - Auto-Updates - Cloud Saves - Community Hub - Achievements All of these are currently working as intended, from what saw. As always - however - please do let me know if you run into any troubles. Concerning the achievements, I made a bunch of artwork by modifying vector graphics which have been graciously put into the public domain by their creators. Most of these won't carry much weight beyond the scope of the game.