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Spectrobes: Origins - Menahat's off-screen scenes and other things #4
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NOTES: Not that this one took a while to write, it's more like I left it for a while because I was going through a terrible creative block. I actually had a majority of the chapter written down before I left it, so now that I've continued it, it didn't take too long until I was happy with it.
Chapter 4
He-e-e-elp…
“Huh?”
Zig looked to the East.
Somebo-o-ody…
“Whuzzat noise?”
He loosened his grip on his shovel.
Ple-e-ea-a-ase…
Zig was one of three men; the first to notice the peculiar cries over the sounds of shoveling that dominated the air. Suddenly, the shoveling died and the remaining two would turn their heads towards the cries, as well.
“Oh, I dunno,” Gorrik replied.
“Is that a ghost? Creepy!”
Beht shook his head doubtfully, “Sounds like a man crying inconsolably.”
Then, Gorrik, to Beht’s answer, “Like real? Or a ghost?”
Beht tried to ignore him.
It was most likely the weeping that they all heard came from a very real and very distraught man, but the trio had already been out in vast isolation for (what felt like to them) so long – isolation long enough for them to wonder whether or not the weeping was really there. In the end, the three men concluded that the cries may as well be real, after all.
“Ah man….” A sour tinge of guilt poked at Zig.
“I don’t think I ever faced a time where I’d end up feelin’ like that. It’s already rough as it can get out here.”
Beht and Gorrik shared with him the same sentiment.
“If there really is a man lost out there, then we gotta find him! Help the poor feller out!” Gorrik suggested.
Zig nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s go, then!”
The three men picked up their shovels, then it was towards the noise they went.
“You know, Gorrik, at the same time, that whole ghost thing you mentioned could be true as well,” Beht commented.
“I mean, this whole planet is a giant graveyard if you think about it.”
“Whaddaya mean?”
Gorrik turned his head, to which Beht noticed. He noticed Zig do so too, both his younger brothers looking at him as if they had no clue about what he had just said. But then he remembered that Zig and Gorrik weren’t exactly well-read, or interested in reading at all, and decided that he didn’t want to waste his time spelling out to them the history of Menahat for the rest of the day. He sighed.
“Anyways, Zig,” Beht began.
“You don’t think the boss is going to find out we’ve gone off track, do you? This might take a while.”
“Now that ya say it…”
“Hmm…”
Zig thought for a moment.
“From how the fella sounds, how long d’you think he’s got left?”
Beht tried to remember the sound of the weeping.
“He’s dehydrated, for sure, but he might still have some life in him.”
Zig thought some more.
“No harm in just heading on over there, if you ask me!” Gorrik interrupted.
“We can even work there! Who knows? Might have what we’re looking for?”
The annoyed look on Zig’s face immediately disappeared.
“Ah! That’s right – the ruins! Let’s go faster!” Zig agreed, and the three of them picked up the pace.
No matter where he walked, Gorrik never looked straight ahead. Even if he tried, he’d only last at most thirty seconds. It never mattered how tight or populated a place was – whether or not he was in a bustling business district or whenever he would go out clubbing or raving (as he often did, particularly in his early twenties), he’d constantly bump into people and objects, knocking things down from small glasses to tall, heavy shelves. It was always that Gorrik found something that grabbed his attention in one way or another. Here in the desert, he saw a lone cactus. He saw the sand and the way that the sunlight glittered on its many grains. He saw shapes in the sky; a few of them, some of Menahat’s many moons. And then he noticed the clouds, how they were so thin and scattered.
Suddenly, there shone a foreign dot, a bright dot which dragged behind it a glowing trail. Gorrik caught sight of that, too.
“Did I just see a shooting star? A meteor? In the day?!”
Zig and Beht exclaimed with surprise, wondering how that kind of thing would be even possible.
“Are you sure? That’s an incredibly rare occurrence,” commented Beht.
Gorrik flinched in astonishment.
“It’s rare?! Like, how rare?”
“Crazy rare.”
Gorrik observed the dot more closely. It was still in the sky! Then whatever the dot was, it was no shooting star.
“It’s gettin’ closer!” noticed Zig.
“That a UFO or somethin’?”
“Technically, you’re right…” reaffirmed Beht. But, even being the most knowledgeable of the three, Beht admitted he had never seen such a thing before.
“Straight outta fiction, ain’t it?”
“Absolutely. ”
“This could be huge! Crazy!”
The three curious men continued to marvel at the mysterious object in the sky until it finally disappeared behind the mesas ahead.
Gorrik turned immediately to his two older brothers.
“Oh man, we gotta see what it is! We gotta check it out!”
In the direction of the dot’s descent, Zig went.
“Well, let’s go!”
Then, Gorrik exclaimed in excitement and was soon jogging behind him.
Finally, followed Beht at the back. For the last time, he glanced at the direction of the weeping man. “Are we just going to forget…”
But, he saw Zig and Gorrik were already far ahead of him.
“Tsk, never mind. Maybe we can just come back later.”
NOTES: I know I like to headcanon Zig, Beht & Gorrik as half-brothers, but I don't know how explicitly I should mention that detail in the story. But then I thought to myself, "oh well, it's not like enough people give a crap anyway," so I just went ahead and mentioned the word 'brother' a few times here and there. I decided not to spill out too many details about their familial relationship and keep it more story-focused, as accurate to canon as possible.
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Stuff from my sketchbook so far
So, I'm right now going through a pretty annoying art block, so here's what's in my sketchbook so far
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| Some portraits that made it to the first page. Feat. doodles of OCs Kamilla & Ruwei :D |
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| I have no idea, drew them in an ordinary-looking car on a road trip |
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| The return of the girls from Menahat |
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| Some words in Tagalog. Also, them getting ready in a mirror like this is a normal everyday thing. |
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| Them uncomfortably trying on the NPP uniform, knowing they're not a fan of any authorities |
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| Assorted doodles, feat. Kamilla :D Just the heads of the three of them doodled with a gel pen |
Cursed idea
How weird would it be if Neal had an Australian accent? I just thought of it sometime this week, and I have no idea how to feel about it. It would totally change his vibe lol
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Challenge
I want to try to mimic the art style of the dialogue sprites from the DS games and make one of Neal, Zig, Beht and Gorrik. I think that would be fun
Thursday, August 7, 2025
Eh, boy?
Something dumb I wrote in my notebook. Better off in comic form, or if I could do animations.
SUPERIMPOSE: BATTLE COMPLETE!
Rallen and Jeena see Zig, Beht and Gorrik nearby a giant cactus.
JEENA: Oh look, it's those three again.
RALLEN: Let's go talk to 'em!
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JEENA: Hey, how've you been?
ZIG: Aaargh! Where are they?!
Zig looks at Jeena.
ZIG: Maybe there ain't no ruins buried down here, but we still gotta keep lookin'.
JEENA: Uh-huh?
Zig looks behind him to Beht and Gorrik.
ZIG: Beht! Gorrik! Better kick it up a notch!
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GORRIK: Heya!
RALLEN: Whuddup?
GORRIK: We're looking for the entrance! The big ticket! The way in!
RALLEN: ...And why?
GORRIK: If we don't, the boss is gonna flip his lid! Or clobber us! Or even both!
RALLEN: Your boss will WHAT you guys?!
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JEENA: Hi there. You seem to ha--
BEHT: Well, who do we have here?
JEENA: Rude.
BEHT: Fancy yourself a treasure hunter too, boy?
JEENA: Wait-- Huh?
BEHT: I'd look somewhere else if I were you. There's nothing around here.
Beht stands confidently.
JEENA: ... ... ... Hey, genuis,
Beht looks at Jeena.
JEENA: I hate to break it to you, but I'm not a boy.
Beht stares blankly at Jeena. Then confusion hits him.
BEHT: ... ... ... Hold on. Wait, what? Where's that redhead you were with?
JEENA: ...
BEHT: That was... Wait right there, girl!
Beht grabs out his script.
BEHT: What does this mean? I... What? This is...
JEENA: Y'know, Rallen's not the only person you'll get to talk to! Just saying.
RALLEN: What was that, Jeena?
Rallen runs up to Jeena.
RALLEN: Oh...! What happened to that guy?!
We see Beht lie down on the ground.
BEHT: (Shakily) ...if I were you. There's nothing around here. Well, who do we have here? Fancy yourself a treasure hunter too, boy? I'd look somewhere else...
RALLEN: Jeena, WHAT did you do to him?!
ZIG: What she do to WHO?! Oh GOD! What's wrong with ya, Beht?!
GORRIK: Ah! Beht! MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! Oh man, he's freaking out!
ZIG: Ah man, y-ya gotta snap out of it! We can't go on without ya! Hey!
GORRIK: Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
RALLEN: ...
JEENA: ...
RALLEN: Jeena what happened?
JEENA: We'll discuss this in the ship, later.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
Random thought about Dyrus Industries
Kind of random, but I just began wondering if Dyrus has ever hired any female workers to work on Menahat, or in anything similar in nature to what the workers we see in the camp do. I mean, Spectrobes is a sci-fi and set in the far, far future, and in the modern (our) world, I've been seeing the number female workers in blue-collar industries increase over the years. So, maybe it's possible that he has. Sure, there's some of Dyrus's dialogue towards Jeena (i.e. calling her a "Planetary Patrol Princess", and telling her she's got "a big mouth for such a little girl"), but he did try to convince both Rallen and Jeena to work for him because he sees quality in both their abilities (albeit, mostly Rallen). Operating on Dyrus's vibes, though: probably unlikely lol.
Spying on Miss Neal
I like to doodle the girls from Menahat from time to time.
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| Cursed thought, but could she potentially become a manic pixie dream girl |
No goggles
I'm gonna assume that Neal needs glasses to see and that his goggles have perscription lenses.
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Spectrobes: Origins - Menahat's off-screen scenes and other things #3
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NOTES: Some divergence from the previous chapters. Here's a look into Neal's journal entries. Also, I have no idea how to do the dating system, but since Menahat doesn't have civilisastion anymore, it wouldn't not make sense just to track the days.
Chapter 3
DAY 1
I decided that I wouldn’t do much today. The flight from Wyterra to Menahat was so long and tiring, and the ship broke down on my arrival (which I’ll have to fix at some point). Since then, I’ve just been feeling jet lagged and overall exhausted. I still wanted to check out the Great Desert before settling down, so I used what energy I had left in me to take a quick look. Interestingly, I came across a sort of work camp on my way, and I needed permission to get into the desert from one of the authorities there (which I found annoying…) This whole camp part, I don’t think is so important to me and this project, but I’ve used its location as a good reference point. Its giant gate is now one of my landmarks, being North-West of the Great Desert region.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Spectrobes: Origins - Menahat's off-screen scenes and other things #2
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NOTES: Third-person is still my weak spot, but I think it's starting to grow on me. Here's my shot at something a little more dialogue-heavy. I like to try to incorporate each character's personality in the way that they speak, too. I feel like it'd be good so, if I just put each bit of dialogue down without indicating who's speaking, it wouldn't be too dificult to imagine who's talking. Anyways, here's chapter two.
Chapter 2
“You want to head into the Great Desert? Will I let you through?”
The man at the gate shook his head firmly,
“Sorry buddy, none shall pass.”
It was incredibly rare for Neal to become disappointed in anything, but he couldn’t help but think to himself, All that walking, and for what?
The plan was supposed to be simple: move from one place to the next, and already, he was only a few steps away from his destination. But then, the one thing obstructing his path, of all things on this desolate planet, was a gateman in a hardhat.
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Expressions of Neal
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| Enthusiasm |
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| Disappointment |
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| Knowledgeability |
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| Confusion, Knowledgeability #2 |
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| Disagreement |
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| Agreement |
Once again, I have no idea if there's more, but I'll update it as I find anything new
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Spectrobes: Origins - Menahat's off-screen scenes and other things #1
NOTES: Here's the first entry of this fanfic, looking at the point of views from every main character that appears on Menahat, except from Rallen & Jeena. I thought this would be interesting. A lot of the ideas I had are written in script-form, so I've tried to convert it into third-person (probably my most challenging writing style). To be honest, I'm not sure if this should all be in third-person, or if I should change between different writing styles to fit certain parts of the narrative better (i.e. third-person, first-person diary/journal entries, script form, etc.). Guess I'll think about it.
Chapter 1
PTCHOOO…
CRAAAASH!!!
Cough..! Cough!
“Ow…”
Neal laid strapped to a broken chair. Everywhere he could feel, there pulsed aches and stings, and for minutes he refused to move in fear that the pain would get worse. The impact must’ve been so strong that he swore he was seeing stars. For a moment, he was even afraid he’d lost his legs since he could hardly feel them. Thankfully, they were both still attached to his body, and thankfully the pain didn’t hurt any more than it did in checking so.
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
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