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El viento se levanta en las tierras del vacio · By Wholstenholm, ElWels

Cute animation

A topic by Mr_Critico created 95 days ago Views: 71 Replies: 4
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The entire vibe of this game is so cool. I really liked it. Felt like a short story. Although I could not read or understand the story even if there was any. The movement for frustrating at the start but I slowly got the hang of it. The pencil drawing vibe was a really nice touch as well.

Developer

Hello, thanks for the feedback! Well it is a short story, I wanted to build the game around a poem i wrote about grief and loneliness, I like to believe the character and the motivation behind it as a "concept", the player is just a stream of wind that passes thru an empty town once filled with many people, and as he passes, he plays the music that once characterized so much said society.

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Yea, This made my day, I'm an animation student. So I just kept jumping, walking around and bumping things, just to see the animation you have added. I am no master but I know that these animations or any other assets look insignificant as the player, but only the creator spends hours if not days for those exact insignificant assets. Really enjoyed your work. Cheers.

Developer

Haha yeah we included the whole animation sheet in the credits because it was a lot of work, my favourite personal animation is when youre near a ledge and you start to stumble, they look so cute hahaha

Developer

Oh and, by the way, heres the poem in english for you to read:

In the lands of emptiness

Stood great towers that once touched the sky

At their feet, were the remnants of the natives that lived

But now, only dust and ruin swim between the sand

From dreams they were born and from wind they played

A hymn of melodies that filled great cities

The holes in their homes resembled abysms

 Eyes of a town that looked at the nothing

The bigger the towers, the harder they fell

The echoes of yesterday and the ghosts of today

Yet hope still lived, as long as the wind blew

As the air whistled a song from the chasm of the void