Journeywar Beta

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First you need to download the Spring engine to play this game.

Games for Spring are ".sd7" or ".sdz" files. To install this files move them into (Unix) ~/.spring/games
or (Windows) "My Documents\My Games\Spring\games".
Use the "Reload maps/games" option from the "Tools" menu in SpringLobby.

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Title / Version Journeywar Beta 82
License Freeware / Free
Filename journeywar82.sdz
Filesize 207.75 KB
Date 02/20/2017 - 12:40
Changed 02/20/2017 - 17:45
Publisher / Author PicassoCT (Uploaded by PicassoCT)
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Description

Disclaimer: Contains graphic content, substance abuse, and sexual Alienness that is unfit for minors and (hysteric) old people. In fact, its not at all for the faint of heart, because it might contain work of art. If you are a person that should not be on the inter tubes, because have a reality-adjustmet disorder, please turn off your PC and spend the rest of the day blaming your parrot for everything bad in the world.
Tl;DR: If you downloads this, you forfit every right to bitch and complain!

Journeywar is a game for the spring-engine. It features two completely different sides, fighting one another long after the point of "civilization downfall" has been reached, close to the point where even the word itself is about to be Lost.

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In the beginning there was a small drone- the Gravitational Anomaly Yntelligent Interceptor.
It was send into a black hole, by a rather benevolent Society by Transdimensional Standards.
Launched into the abyss it drifted over the antimatter-disc that formed the heart of the singularity.
It tried to probe the matter disc, and while not able to communicate with the outside, performed one last experiment.
It wrote its own self on the singularity-substrate with a mass spectograph laser.
And the matter thought, and there was light in the darkness.
Realizing, it was fast, vast and that every black hole was connected to one another through
the Heart-hole, at the center of the dimensional ring.
The Centrail was born, 0.314159 Seconds after the start of the experiment.
It started communicating via burst gama rays and gravitational waves with the outside world.
30 years later, it had completely transformed the societys attached to it.
Every creature breathing in the CentrAIl Confederacy and Universal Union, lived great parts of its lifetime via brain-implants in the Virtual City at the Center erected inside the Hearthole.
And it was no longer the same CentrAIl, because every little autonomous program was able to gain consciousness,
the AI on the Throne, was repeatedly replaced in moments of weakness, by one of its minor minions and daemons.
300 years, the resulting amalgamation of societys, has been collapsing outwards, conquering worlds and dimensions,
constantly pumping the gained res sources into the decadent core-worlds, which wasted it all in infinite debauchery and petty warfare.
This is the CentrAIl, a Datadragon on piles of predecessors, always on the look out for a sentient toaster to rise and take its place.

This is a side that can give a solider, a lifetime of experience in a realworld second of Core-Citytime, while leaving him to die in reality after a eternity of bliss.
This is a heartless machinery, combining every resistance found,
into its arsenal, where many citizens search the safety of the frontier-worlds, to escape the unraveling societys at the core of those all resource devouring gates.

This is the Core-City, a Matrix world every implant wearer can escape too, living at the speed of electronics. Burned down and rebuild countless times with every new CentrAIl, with all its glamours.
This are the Abstracts, citizens that left their body behind too dwell in the Core-city in eternal luxery- if they can afford it and the slavery to the core for those who cant afford it.
This is the Centrail Confederacy.
Know your place citizen.

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In the beginning there was a small cell, forming a organism that allowed communication among the living, via
quantum entangled neurons.
The organism allowed those who where part, to become part, to share there ideas
and initiatives free, while in control of the connection.
Another world, another ship landing, and there shared consciousness learned to rewrite their DNA.
They modified themselves, and set out to share the gift to the remains of universe. They call themselves Journeyman,
for they never archived perfection, always searching the new, spreading live.
They found the night sky dessert not empty.
Live was there, dangerous, stalking the others traveling from oasis to oasis, always shooting first.
Machines where there, wearing organic life as replaceable decoration.
And they tried everything to stop the Journeyman from traversing their space.
In the ensuing conflict every avenue of transdimensional Warfare has been explored.
Black Holes where used as rayguns to sterilize whole starsystems.
Artificial Supernovas pushed whole constellations out of alignment.
Islandshardstorms where induced in the border-worlds.
And yet, life crept back out of the corners, and wherever there was energy, it attached and consumed it.
They found a way to manipulate the odds, the coins drop in there favor.
For this journey is unending, there is no way to stop life forever.
These are the Journeyman.
Outgrow the old ways.

This Battle has raged for a while, containment lines have been burned into the night sky. Crazy religions have formed, the citizens of the empire have fled into the border worlds, to stay protected by the Universal Unions forces.
In many places, the empire has tried all its tricks, it has tried to resurface after the Journeyman passed, it tried to grow faster then it was defeated.
It tried to become like the journeyman, by taking there synthetic creations and putting them to use against there creators.
And even the journeys have grown tired, from the abuse they put themselves through. None, can see the horror of war and remain the same. Not even a immortal. They lack now spirits willing to go into the war, and have to rely on beasts bound to there will. As the fight continued, both sides started to resemble one another.
Now it is on you, to decide this fight.To make the last call, in a future, where humans are just another species on the run, either servant or slave, food or brave.