I've seen so many games (mainly ones from Indie Cross) that people have combined with Gameoverse, but I feel that Slay the Princess would literally be perfect for this. Does anyone else think this is a cool idea?
Knowing this was said by skeptic brings me joy ha ha (it's giving smitten but in a way that I don't hate). He's in love, and they were married your honor!
But I'm still gonna 100% ts because it is just thta good
This is probably one ot THE DAMSEL FRAMES,
As my teeth tore out her intestines, I paused and thought "Oh, she meant sex."
Hey! I've beaten the game twice now, and I am just kind of mixed up a bit on two of the endings. The one where Shifting Mound and Long Quiet leave together as gods, versus when they leave together as mortals.
Is the idea that if they leave together as gods, they continue the normal cycle of life and death/rejoin together? And if they leave as mortals, then the cycle of life and death doesn't happen? Or does it still happen, and these two beings just also get to live together.
Yes, I've 100% a while ago, rest assured. I'm in the mood to watch someone go in to it blind once again. I say recent as in within the last 14 months since that's when the last major patch was released.
I've noticed that most people I've watched only play through the game once and never try again for some reason. That or they play it because they want clicks and don't really engage with the story. So huge bonus points for ones that don't do these.
Log Entry #027
Today was unusually quiet. The Fortress felt colder and emptier than it already is. Even during the war, it felt more alive.
The girls slept longer today and were still sleeping. I don’t really have a solid explanation for that, so I just assume it’s one of those days.
The only ones to wake up early today were Marcus, Fergus and Telorian. But even then, they usually wake up even earlier.
I decided to give Marcus a visit. I haven’t talked to him in a while, so I went to have a chat.
He started his day like he usually does - with a thick cigar in his teeth. Marcus put on his attire and went out of his room, still biting down on the cigar. He never took long with his morning routine.
Marcus reeked of hangover. He was probably drinking yesterday. Again.
Me: “Good morning, Marcus.”
Marcus: “Pff. When has it ever truly been good?”
Me: “With the amount of liquor you’re chugging… probably never.”
Marcus: “Aye, well a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do to stay sane.”
Me: “I notice your little habit a little more often recently. You really gotta slow down with the booze, Guardsman.”
Marcus: “Oh right, about that. We should probably do somethin’ about the fact that it’s runnin’ out.”
Me: “What do you mean? You’ve exhausted my supply of alcohol??”
Marcus: “You callin’ that a karkin’ supply?? I’ve had more guns than all those bottles of yours combined!”
Me: “Didn’t you have only like a couple variants of a lasgun?”
Marcus: “Precisely, lad! Say, you should really take me to a store. I’ll show you what a proper stash looks like.”
Me: “And I see you’re still smoking… You really need to quit that shit.”
Marcus: “What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”
Me: “You’re right. Those, however, will kill you.”
Marcus: “Ah, right. Where are me manners…”
He reaches into a pocket and pulled out another cigar.
Marcus: “Want one?”
Me: “I don’t smoke. Someone like me should keep their lungs fully functional.”
Marcus: “Hoho! You’re so big and intimidatin’, but scared of nicotine?? Come on, lad. One smoke ain’t gonna kill ya.”
Me: “Wrong. I do enjoy some nicotine. It really helps relax after a long day of work.”
Marcus: “Really now? Never seen you smoke before.”
Me: “It’s because I don’t smoke. I use nicotine pouches.”
Marcus: “The Hell’s that?”
Me: “A small pouch you put under your lip that does practically the same thing, just doesn’t leave disgusting cigar smoke.”
Marcus: “You’re breakin’ me heart.”
Me: “Hey, have you noticed that the girls are sleeping in this morning?”
Marcus: "Can't really blame 'em. Didn't really wanna get out of bet myself. Today just feels... awful, really."
Me: "Yeah, I suppose it does."
Marcus: "And that thing that happened to Advie yesterday... yikes... She didn't really seem like herself ever since."
Me: "She wants the impossible. She wants to be the strongest."
Marcus: "You know, I don't really think so."
Me: "Hm?"
Marcus: "By the way she's actin', I'd say that she wants her presence to matter..."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Marcus: "Haven't you noticed? Every time she fights one of us, she always ends up on the losin' end."
Me: "That's because she doesn't have any experience. Nobody is born a flawless fighter."
Marcus: "I've met so many people like that in the Guard. People that focus on the one trait they're good at and make it their whole thing. There was this one Ogryn in me squad once. He was dumb as shite, but was so very good at smashin' stuff. People started commendin' him on it and so he started lovin' it even more. It was the one thing he was always good at."
Me: "You're comparing Advie to an Ogryn?"
Marcus: "Aye, in a way. I'm sure that if she doesn't give up, she'll eventually grow more than capable of handin' our asses to us."
Me: "She doesn't seem to have much of that spirit left in her..."
Marcus: "Maybe you should talk to her about it?"
Me: "Advie's not a big fan of sentimental talk."
Marcus: "Maybe you need the right kind of sentimental talk... Eh, just give it a try. What have you got to lose?"
Me: "I guess you've got a point."
Just as I was about to go see if Advie had woken up, I bumped into Telorian.
He was carrying a device I haven't seen before.
Me: "Telorian? What are you already up to?"
Telorian: "I am attempting to find the source of air quality deviation. The concentration of oxygen is slightly lower than yesterday."
Me: "It explains why people feel so sleepy today..."
Telorian: "Indeed. The Construct entities, much like generic humans, require correct concentrations to feel normal and perform task as intended. Maintenance of the air ducts is required. Such quality is unacceptable."
Me: "Can you... not refer to them as "Construct entities"? They're people, just like us."
Telorian: "With all due respect, my lord. They are nothing like us. They are far more frail and require constant care. I would not be conducting repairs if that was not the case."
Me: "Have you seen Advie today?"
Telorian: "Construct entity number 4 is currently in the central habitat module."
Me: "Did you at least apologize for what happened yesterday?"
Telorian: "I do not see any reason for me to do so."
Me: "You broke her jaw..."
Telorian: "We were sparring. Such incidents tend to happen."
Me: "Your heart is as cold and still as stone."
Telorian: "I do not have a heart, my lord. I replaced it with a Cardio-Implant. It was the first augment I ever received."
Me: "*sigh* Whatever. Get back to work."
Telorian: "Yes, my lord."
After that, I went to the central habitat module, also known as the "living room" of the Fortress.
Advie sat motionless on the couch. Her jaw was wired shut and her arm was in a cast. She was staring at nothing and looked miserable.
What caught my attention the most was the fact that the bruises on her jaw still haven't healed. Advie usually heals those in mere hours.
Me: "How are you?"
Advie: "..."
Me: "Is it about yesterday?"
Advie: "..."
Me: "Look, I know it's tough, but if you ever want to grow in terms of martial prowess, you have to be ready to take on challenges. Nobody is born perfect."
Advie: "..."
Me: “Advie.”
Advie: “...”
Me: “You’re angry.”
Advie slowly looked toward me.
Not furious. Not hateful. Just tired.
Advie: “I lost.”
Me: “Everyone loses.”
Advie: “Not you.”
The words came out muffled through the wiring in her jaw.
That one sentence lingered in the room longer than I expected. Because she was right. I could remember defeats. Failures. Entire worlds consumed before I could save them.
But never helplessness. Never weakness. Telorian gave her that feeling.
Advie: “I thought… if I kept fighting… eventually I'd become someone that mattered.”
Me: “You already matter.”
Advie looked away immediately after I said it. As if the statement itself offended her.
Advie: “That’s easy for you to say.”
Me: “Why?”
Advie: “Because people look at you and see certainty.”
Silence.
Advie: “People look at me and see something entertaining.”
That one hurt more than I expected. Because somewhere along the way, the Fortress had accidentally become an arena for her.
Sparring. Challenges. Competitions. We praised her when she fought well. We admired her endurance. But maybe nobody had taught her how to exist outside of conflict.
And maybe that was my fault.
Me: "Look, the rest of the guys might not agree with me, but life is far more than just one big fight. Combat is not the pinnacle of all life."
Advie: "Then what is??"
Me: "That's the neat part - nobody knows. We all just... find something we enjoy and live with it. But we shouldn't let that something define us."
Another moment of silence followed, and she seemed to reflect on what I had told her.
Advie: "I... *sigh* I don't know even... "
I leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath.
Me: "Listen, what I'm trying to say is that you really shouldn't take a couple lost sparring matches so close to your heart. You're an excellent fighter, make no mistake. But you lack what all of us have an abundance of - experience. You may yet become as ferocious as Telorian."
Advie: "I don't want to become like Telorian, I want to become like YOU! I want to be powerful, I want to be respected, I want to be remembered as someone imposing, I don't want to be the most powerful, I just don't want to be remembered as the newbie... The mere thought makes me sick!"
She let out another big sigh.
Advie: "I can't even beat an old man like Fergus... If I can't fight, then who am I?"
I sat a little closer and put my arm over her shoulder.
Me: "First of all, Fergus is far more than a mere old man. Second, I know exactly who you are. You are the strongest, most dedicated, toughest chick I've ever had the opportunity to meet. And you have some serious potential to one day become as powerful and respected as maybe even me."
Advie: "You... really think that?"
Me: "I know it."
After giving her a pat on the back, I got up.
Me: "Come on, let's go."
Advie: "Go where?"
Me: "Let's play a videogame or something, it doesn't matter."
Advie: "I don't like videogames..."
Me: "Why?"
Advie: "You just sit there, mash buttons and grow fat and lazy. Just look at Witch! She sits on her ass and plays videogames all day!"
Me: "You think Witch is fat?"
Advie: "Not yet..."
Me: "I ain't leaving you here, come on."
Advie: "Ugh... Fine..."
We made our way toward one of the recreation rooms near the lower habitation decks. The Fortress did not exactly have many places meant for leisure, but over the years I had repurposed several unused chambers for that exact reason.
Turns out people tend to lose their minds when all they see every day is steel walls and weapon systems.
Advie dragged her feet the entire way there.
Advie: “This is stupid.”
Me: “Probably.”
Advie: “Then why are we doing it?”
Me: “Because sitting alone in silence all day is even stupider.”
She crossed her arms and looked away.
Advie: “I still don't understand how staring at a screen is supposed to help.”
Me: “You'll survive.”
Advie: “Unfortunately.”
The recreation room itself was dimly lit. A large monitor covered most of the far wall, accompanied by an old couch that Marcus had somehow fallen asleep on several nights before. Empty bottles still sat beneath the table from one of his drinking sessions.
Advie stared at the setup suspiciously.
Advie: “This is where you come to relax?”
Me: “Sometimes.”
Advie: “That explains a lot about you.”
I ignored that and powered the console on. A few moments later, the familiar title screen appeared. Advie narrowed her eyes.
Advie: “M i n e c r a f t...”
Me: “You've heard of it?”
Advie: “Witch talks about it constantly. She also threatened to stab Marcus because he killed her sheep once.”
Me: “Reasonable reaction.”
Advie looked genuinely disturbed.
Advie: “You people are insane.”
I handed her the second controller.
Advie stared at it like I had given her a live explosive.
Advie: “Why does this thing have so many buttons?”
Me: “You'll only use like four of them.”
Advie: “Liar.”
A new world loaded in.
The two of us spawned in the middle of an open plains biome. Advie stood completely motionless for several seconds.
Advie: “...This is it?”
Me: “This is it.”
Advie: “There isn't even music.”
Right on cue, the soft piano soundtrack began playing.
Advie looked around slowly. Grass moved gently in the wind. A river cut through the plains nearby. Blocky clouds drifted across the sky in complete silence.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Advie: “...It's weirdly peaceful.”
Me: “Mhm.”
Advie immediately punched a tree.
Advie: “Okay now what?”
Me: “You gather resources.”
Advie: “For what?”
Me: “To build things.”
Advie: “Why?”
Me: “Because night comes eventually.”
That answer seemed to resonate with her more than I expected.
Advie quietly continued punching the tree until the block broke apart.
Advie blinked.
Advie: “I absorbed the wood.”
Me: “Inventory.”
Advie: “No, I absorbed the wood.”
Me: “Inventory.”
Advie: “This world obeys no laws.”
After a while, she slowly began understanding the basics.
Wood became tools. Tools became stone. Stone became shelter.
At first she treated the game like a survival exercise.
Efficient movements. Direct objectives. Constant vigilance. Then she discovered crafting.
Advie: “Wait... I can make stairs?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Advie: “Why would anyone need stairs?”
Several minutes later, she was aggressively redesigning the entrance to our small house because “the symmetry looked wrong.”
I leaned back slightly on the couch.
Me: “Thought videogames were stupid.”
Advie: “They are.”
She placed another stair block.
Advie: “Move.”
Me: “Why?”
Advie: “Your side of the house looks terrible.”
Me: “It's a dirt shack.”
Advie: “Exactly. Have some standards.”
That was probably the first genuinely normal conversation we'd had all day.
Then night fell. A zombie emerged from the darkness outside. Advie froze.
Advie: “What the fuck is that?”
Me: “A zombie.”
Advie: “Why is it approaching us like that?”
Me: “Because it wants to kill us.”
Advie immediately sat up straighter.
Advie: “Finally.”
She charged outside with a wooden sword and missed every swing.
The zombie hit her twice.
Advie: “THIS COMBAT IS AWFUL.”
Me: “Skill issue.”
Advie: “DON'T YOU DARE-”
A skeleton emerged from the darkness and shot her directly into the river.
Advie stared at the screen in disbelief. Then at me. Then back at the screen.
Advie: “I hate this game.”
She did not stop playing for another four hours.
//END LOG
sorry I can't draw wings
It just says that smitten is watching Damsel,poor Smitten
If Slay The Princess allowed you to pick traits like in Scarlet Hollow what traits would be pickable and what options would be available. Would you pick them at the start of the game or at the start of each time the shifting mound resets your memories?
I’d like to see what everyone thinks.
Ok so
I heard about this game for awhile and always kinda brushed it off as "eh just a silly horror game with a fun premise" but recently I saw it on sale and decided to buy it cause why not
I went in with the mindset of "ok ill kill the princess. Then ill spare here" just thinking of it as a normal kinda multi path thing
So
I go to slay her after hesitation and suddenly she has a knife???? "Ok" I thought thats interesting
But I died so I thought "Ah alright ill try next time"
[Chapter 2. The razor]
"Huh..interesting" I thought
As I go through this lady is now made of swords????
It goes on and on until we are in a cacophony of blood and steel until I finally stab her in her heart
That is when I fell in love with this game
Pls help
The Princess: "Are you looking for this?"
The Narrator: "With an ominous smirk and an icy glare, the Princess produces the Pristine Blade you are looking for. She dangles the blade by the handle in front of you in a taunting manner. Oh no . . . "
I commissioned this manga style fan art of The Princess from Brother-Tico Arts. He is currently doing these style of commissions now if you are interested. Visit his Ko-fi page for more details.
