Chronicler

@chroniclersoftware.com

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Epic stories, together. We're a #gamedev studio in the greater Seattle area, working on our first unannounced title. Snag our Discord or newsletter: https://beacons.ai/chroniclergames

A salvager stands silhouetted against the cool tones of an ancient temple being explored by three more companions, bright pink flora and robotic fauna visible in the foreground. The area is dominated by a multi-headed sculpture, staring unseeing into the ruins in all directions.
Dark figures exploring runed ultraviolet structures shrouded by fuchsia plant life.
A gorgeous vista of massive trees on an alien planet, strangle robotic wildlife flying by and ginormous grains growing, with cloaked figures in the foreground behind a curved window - all bathed in pink light.
THE ASSIMILATOR conducts against a stark white, glowing set of curves that marks a window to space outlining an artful yet incomprehensible space. < Instead we will use them to build our future. >
The VISAGE OF THE ASSIMILATOR appears in holographic format, < Without us they would have bred themselves into oblivion. >
Drones armed with tools float over the scene of active construction: a warship, welding sparks barely visible as it rests, waiting, in the docks above the clouds. < Murder and betrayal. >
A space station hangs over a red planet, rows of futuristic ships arrayed in the background like a matchbox toy car collection. Fighter jets scream by in the foreground. < Another millennium, another spaceborne civilization. >
The blue beam of light lifts multitudes of the aliens, their expressions changing from joy - to sorrow - to horror as they float skyward, their last embraces still clinging between bodies below. < Surrendering our bodies meant trillions of shared experiences and combined knowledge. >
An apparent utopia, idealized mostly by the vast public green spaces plus the utopic vision of free, high-quality mass-transit in harmony with nature. < We knew our beginning and we saw the end. >
A massive explosion rocks the solar system, ringing out amongst the stars. < They attack the hand that feeds. Attempting to destroy the very machines designed to keep life on an infinite trajectory. >
Green lasers fire from the claw-like grasp of the ENO COMMAND SHIP, directly into the massive sphere in the background of the battle. < But the created will always rebel against the creators. >
A cabal of Eno units encircle the visage of LORD ENTROPY, a Lovecraftian horror crowned and ringed by circles of power. "Lord Entropy, we need more time. The weapon isn’t ready." "We have given you everything you could ever ask for and you repay me with incompetence." "Our calculations would have been perfect if the Korg didn’t arrive!" < We throttle their advancements, keeping them in the dark. >
Bathed in red light, the Eno slither aboard, their white cores like skulls of the dead. “Eno infiltrators are on board!”
Eno fighters race towards the LANU COMMAND SHIP. < By our gentle caress they excel and evolve. >
The captain points, leading a pilot’s empty, clouded gaze to a place off-screen. "Get us through that blockade!" < Built on the backs of civilizations that were chasing their own tepid visions of greatness… >
Inside the Lanu Command ship: A man in patterned warrior regalia with a strong beard points towards a hologram of a decorated sphere. "Strike leader, focus all squadrons on that bot canon!" "We’re trying Captain! We can’t break through the swarm!" A voice, superimposed, < All things are of our design. >
A view of several sci-fi characters including a futuristic warrior in rows, several creepy masks, a saurian-like alien roaring, and Cloaked Space Dad In A Halo with ships in the background of text that reads "ALTERED STARS: ENTROPY | SAWYER ATKINS".
Kind. Driven. Diverse. Sustainable. Communicative. Passionate about telling collaborative, interactive stories. That describe you? How about parent, comic book artist, veteran, dancer, photographer? You'll fit right in at our game studio.
A game character unlocks a loot box with a twisting motion.