Author’s Note
Before you read the actual story, I just want to say thanks for buying my book. I’ve been waiting for something like this to happen in a video game, movie, book, or whatever. I realized, I’ll just do it because I’ve always love creating my own story or universe if you would say. Let me give you some back stories about Sorrow.
In my high school years, I was starting to realize that school wasn’t really for me. I was not a fan of doing homework, studying for tests with the addition of failing them no matter how hard I tried, and I just hated everything about it except the social part.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to make video games. I was thinking about going back to that goal because the goals I had weren’t working out. I struggled of finding any band members with similar music taste or ideas to mine or even being a prostitute. Eventually, I’ll get STDs so that was a bad idea.
Sorrow was intended to be a first-person shooter (Doom and Halo for examples). I’m a huge FPS addict, so it was quite obvious that I wanted to make a game in this genre. I designed everything of how the game was supposed to be played and I just needed a team to help me while I can be the brain. One problem, the place where I live in had no indie game developing teams.
Luckily, the game was story driven at its core, and I realized that I was going to use my knowledge of poetry to make it more interesting than your usual book you read. Another thing I had in mind, was to attract gamers, who generally don’t like reading books, but also attract those who are dedicated into reading.
It was a challenge to balance between making this product from being a game into a book. I had to tone down the action because I realized it would just be crucially repetitive for the reader although it’s still action driven. However, some of the FPS implementations are still presented in the book. I consider Sorrow to be a “game in a book.”
Sorrow is heavily inspired by many games and movies, but the most important ones are Halo, Ghost in the Shell, Blade Runner, and The Matrix. If you are familiar with these titles, then you might have a clue of what you’re going to expect.
I also want to point out that the map portion of this story, takes place right after the prologue section. Hopefully, you can understand the blue part of the map is the ocean. Other then that, I hope you enjoy the story.
SORROW
Earth No More
March 24th, 2021, the day where Earth reached its extinction
Natural disasters flooded the human's globe
Death of human population was growing
A lack of dependence of living, a lack of safety
Technology was the way toward survival, traveling at light speed
A new planet, reminiscent to the decayed one
They built, they grew, and they were home once again
Earth's brother, Zinzanzar was the name of our new planet
We were living in complacency; there was no agitation to be worried
The Dystopian Future
Year: 2054, our planet: Zinzanzar
The society of advanced technology
Cars had became into hovercars
New architectures had been made
Weapons featured such unprecedented power
The human race had reached to its new age
But the beauty of what we made
Was only temporary
On the outside, it was beautiful
The vivid city lights, a fascination for any human eye
But within the world, agony is met with misery
Richard Dawnson
Caucasian, black haired, five’ seven feet tall, and highly intelligent
He dreamed to be the system
Dystopia and dictatorship was all he thought about
He didn't want to be told, he wanted to order
A logical reason was nowhere to be found in the mist
His mind was his privacy
Threatening decisions affected his parents-buried them under the ground
Innovation was the key, he said to himself
Crafted a drug that would be a step to towards his reality
Once injected in a person's neck, the person would fall asleep for thirty minutes
As soon the person woke up, the being clueless of what the world is
As seconds turns into minutes, minutes turn into hours and hours turn into days
Gained respect from a gang called "Bloodhounds"
The gang followed his orders and objectives
And step by step, he would be the most feared man alive
So young, yet so cruel
Bloodhounds
Low-lives criminals, looking to cause mayhem in a high tech society
Hacking ATMs, robbing banks, causing violence, and generally hating people
Originated by people who couldn't be accepted upon society's cruel regulations
Violence was the only answer to define their frustrations
They couldn't be happy, no one could
School shootings had been committed, drive-bys on local innocent civilians
Night clubs, libraries, restaurants, any highly populated locations
Were possibilities of a Bloodhound attack
Generally, about two or three members
Some fought and hid, some fought and died
Bloodhounds adored the attention, expressing the masses their frustration with life
Always wanted a change in their world, but it was never going to change
Black was an important color for them, always at least one clothing of black
Their symbol was a skull with blood raining down its eyes
The shedding blood paints their sorrow, and blood for their rage
Always looking for their preys, and taking the life out of them
Fashions they adored were Mohawks, leather jackets, colored hair, and studs and spikes
A mixed of every race in the gang, no color discrimination
Only heterosexual males were allowed
Every member had to have a their symbol tattooed somewhere on their body
The only gang and the biggest gang out in Zinzanzar
All over the world and they were mad
All wanted power and respect
All wanted a world where they can live in their emotions
Inside the Misery
Night time, an attack had been made
Everywhere on Zinzanzar, they all listened to their dictator
And they all attacked on their homeland
There were some locations that didn't needed to be attacked
Instead, Richard wanted to have authority over them
Gun shops, hospitals, and any military controlled stations
All used for their advantages for future purposes
Gunshots, screaming, crying, yelling
It was all you could hear
People died, people drugged
The declination of social control to dystopia
Those that are drugged were sent to a special place
Where their teachers misinformed them, propagandizing violence
And used them as their puppets, and to grow their men
To be more stronger and more apprehensive
Cops, they tried to be heroes, but only just helping their enemies
Used the men for more infantry, and used the women for sexual desires
Those that weren't them were either tortured or pleasured to death
The kids showed their emotions through tears
But that didn't stop them from beating them or executing them
Rebellion
Every city was attack, but not every under the Bloodhound's control
Group of trained military soldiers would fight back and win
Sooner, they united themselves an alliance cal
led The Confederacy
Formed by the President, Sarah Kiethwood
As day by day went on, battles had been fought
They fought for city control, to create outposts and increase the Confederacy's region
But the only drawback the Confederacy had, was the ability to convert more infantry
Bloodhounds didn't always kill any soldiers related to the Confederacy
Sometimes they wound them, to make them one of theirs
And that was the only thing the Confederacy couldn't counter back
Losing men was not an option for them
As times got desperate, propaganda was presented in some cities
They wanted to make some citizens into soldiers for war
Men and women willing to put their lives on the frontline
In protection for their loved ones and the people of Zinzanzar
The Bloodhounds fought hard in combat
Being able to take a flock of bullets with their upgraded gear
New recruits were frightened by these savages; killing was what they do best
But cooperating together, there was always a chance
Some of them lived on to see another day
Celebrating with beers, or going home and being with the family
And then there are those that tried, but only create scars
Resting their souls in peace, but their close ones, could only put them in their hearts
The President and everyone-all wrapped in anxiety
Fear was nothing they could take control of, until they found her
Angela Madison
Her birthday: February 22, 2034
Caucasian, born and raised in Radell, Gillanca
Her father and mother lacked the consistency
She watched her dad walked out the door, left her mother hopeless
Before her mother ended her life
A wise decision of her, the baby was left on a filled garbage can
One shot from the bullet was all it needed
A loud gunshot sound was made in the cold night
She cried helplessly for