The Yield Map
An invisible grid of value by visibility. VERA takes census, sets a quota and sends the harvester. Prospering in the open makes you worth harvesting, so looking poor is a legitimate strategy.
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A cruel open-world RPG ruled by the machines and, above them all, an AI that takes the census, sets the quota and harvests whatever prospers, with a living economy and factions that act without a script; it shares its universe with some of our own film projects. Your choices change the course of the world, not of a written story. You start alone, a nobody in the rubble, and from there you are free to build your own group, earn your place in a faction, or wander as a lone wolf. Be a trader, a bandit, a caravan guard, a settler, a surgeon, a warrior, a cultist, or just the harvester's next quota. Traffic in organs, limbs and implants. Take whichever path you see fit, but remember that you are only flesh.
Concept art // V.E.R.A.
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- ID
- VERA-7-00421
- SYS
- 07
- PRST
- 12
- CLK
- 9F
- Engine
- Unreal Engine
The systems
Six of the fourteen systems already running in the engine.
Limb-based combat
Nineteen hierarchical damage zones, organs that kill or incapacitate, chained dismemberment and interruptible attack phases. Mastery multiplies criticals by 3.5: a veteran against a recruit does not fight, he executes.
World Pulse
Settlements with production, consumption, decay and morale. Prices emerge from supply and demand, and physical caravans cross the map with no scripted routes.
Factions that decide
Each faction weighs its options against the real state of the world and does what it sees fit, shaped by its lore, its background and its experience. Bandits raid caravans, patrols hunt them, escorts frustrate them. No script.
Prosthetics and flesh forging
Lose an arm and choose what to come back with: three grades of prosthetics, the best above flesh, or the forge, a white monolith that regrows your flesh improved if you pay the price. The universal catch: chrome shines in the census, and what shines gets harvested.
Progression and field medicine
Progression by use, no classes: the closest thing to one is the stance you take in combat. Random talents with trade-offs, some hidden and already acting without your knowledge. Bandage, bleed out, wake up alone, and carry the wounded at their real weight.
The world
The Earth belongs to the machines, and above them all there is a single AI. She does not conquer or exterminate: she administrates. The whole world is her inventory, and the harvester comes to collect whatever stands out in it. Settlements survive in the margins she does not consider profitable: they trade, hide what they have and pay in flesh what they cannot pay any other way. The periphery calls her the Machine; the Cult worships her as the Engine. That is where the game begins: you are nobody in the rubble.
To prosper is to be seen.
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