It had started months ago. Long before that infact...
She had been waiting, watching, planning.
There had been rumours, whispers reached out across land and ocean, repeating an unknown word.
Unia
Unia Unia
UNIA unia Unia
She had had no concept of what it might mean, nothing more than excitement, and as was only sensible with the form of diversion she sought in such games, a hint of delicious dread. Emily had not expected it to start this way, for all her preparation had not seen it coming. Happy visions of the wedding the day before replayed in her mind, her best friend tying the knot, dancing, the cake... the champagne... the best man...
She hadn't noticed the throbbing of the car's engine, feeling nothing but the powerful beat of the stereo until it was too late. The dials flashed red, smoke belched from the bonnet as she skidded out of control. Clambering out of the wreckage, she stumbled along the roadway; lurching into a battered and dusty bullet pocked sign she rested. Looking up, she noted it marked the beginning of what appeared to be a town. Molimo.
She hadn't been in the town long. The people she had met had been... strange. One an alcoholic drinking away his lunch hour had thrown an empty bottle at her as she asked for assistance. Emily had fared a little better at the diner, the cherry pie, while delicious couldn't quite make up for the disconcerting gaze of the waitress and cop, both stood as though they had nothing better to do, even after she told her tale of the wreck along the highway. She had stopped by a store, she remembered that much, and little else thereafter. When next she awoke, voices not her own swirled through her head, calling out, calling for help, calling Unia, Unia, Unia. Only as she picked herself up, dressed in coveralls emblazoned with the word which filled her mind, and looked out upon the strange landscape of corn, and nightmares did she realise. What she had sought had found her at last. Now all she had to do, was survive it.
Ooooooh Yeah!
2 years in the making of the Madpeas' maddest minds - finally, here for your enjoyment and terror, is Unia.
An immersive game, more deadly than any which have come before! The first image here was my entry to the 'Are you ready for Unia?" photo competition run by Madpeas *beams* Which I won! *beams more*
The prize I received was a Gold Pass (tapping in to many a charlie and the chocolate factory dreams) for Unia. The game is playable with three different levels of pass:
Bronze : L$ 400 - With this you get an orange jumpsuit, the Unia HUD, and Shield.
Silver : L$ 750 - With this you get a while jumpsuit, the Unia HUD, double Shield and a Silver lockpick which allows access in game to a silver crate of goodies to boost your chance of survival.
Gold : L$ 1000 - With this you get all of the above, plus the black jumpsuit pictured, triple Shield and a Gold lockpick, allowing access in game to a gold crate of awesome, almost guaranteed to help you survive... for a while at least.
The lovely skin in the second two pictures is from DS'Elles, available at the @1st event.
Clara - in Colorado tone, is one of four tones in which this pretty natural skin is available. Each skin comes with five colour brow options, here shown in brown. Also included are a black hairbase, tattoo layer mole add on, and alpha masks to hide system lashes, and ears, if that's your thing! The skin is available for L$800.
The @1st event runs at Rue a' la page, and runs from 1st - 25th each month.
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(Flickr is not currently allowing successful uploads of images - will update asap! Hopefully that will be before I stop whispering Unia to myself in a super creepy mimic of the game...)
Scarlet had worked on Converse Row for years now. More than a stones throw from the worst end of town, but several tram stops from any bourgeois security. The tangle of narrow streets and lanes followed the same shambles pattern of centuries earlier, under the cracked tarmac and concrete lay cobbles worn by the ages. The Row held many businesses, mostly law abiding - except for high days and holidays...
