Wild Assault Dev Log: Shreds of Lore
Hello Wild Ones! It's me Vincent again!
First of all, Combat Cat Studio would like to wish you a Merry Christmas! We hope you truly enjoy this holiday time with your family, friends, and loved ones.
The holidays are a great time for stories! In this episode, let me be the storyteller and reveal what had happened in the Wild Assault universe for you.
Art by 15218
Times Square is always crowded.
The clock tower's hands slowly turn back to a time when the economy was still promising. A street performer plays his guitar while the corner record store blasts "Thriller."
That figure finally appeared — when I first met Norman, I was a profiler at the Serene Confidential Intl. Org. and hadn't yet turned 30. Norman, on the other hand, was a young soldier in the army — and one of my subjects.
Back then, the young yet experienced private was full of ambition, with no failed assessments in his record. His left eye still saw the world just as you and I do.
Pvt. Norman, a.k.a. Subject Norman, had a close relationship with reconnaissance personnel named Jack. Regarding Jack, I remember writing the following in my report at the time: Lonesome and sensitive. Intentionally avoids social contact. It was quite troublesome to approach him, even if I was observing from a mile away. It felt as if he could sense all living souls that are aware of his presence... There's still a .338 bullet lodged in my left shoulder that doctors haven't been able to remove.
It took my colleagues and me great pains to finally extract a few photos of them from the developing solution. These were among the few materials we gathered on these subjects for the organization. Now, ten years later, those files have already been classified and sealed as top secrets by Serene.
"Nah, I'd win" by BlackBliz
At the WealthGuard BioTech Research Institute, I met Lianhua (Lotus), Hongying's mother, a nice and calm lady. While we talked in her lab, the one standing next to Lianhua was Marquez, a new graduate obsessed with studies about "biological life forms" and "immortality."
Marquez was having a rough time with her research back then. She often locked herself up in the lab, day and night, putting her health aside. As Marquez's mentor, Lianhua suggested that she dial it down a little and truly experience life besides studying it.
The deep green liquid in the swaying test tube Marquez held glimmered faintly. Perhaps it was destined that Marquez would walk a path totally separate from her mentor's.
Art By @Teteteko
Hongying.
I learned that name many years later, on the day she pointed a gun at my head. I guessed she had always been a good child.
That year, when I was about to be executed for rebellion. On the other side of the barbed wire, she reached out her hand and gave me a candy.
Was it candy? By then, I had already lost my sense of taste because of the drugs they forced me to swallow during the tortures.
What was it I held in my hand? My intuition was the only thing I could rely on to make a guess.
Art by @NemeaNReiN
The war concluded, and I was pardoned for the rebellion, with my shackles removed.
Our ship once again docked at the very same place. Gunshots echoed through the neighborhood, and all I could see were herds fleeing the chaos. Amidst the conflict stood a huge chunk of beef — the infamous Ryan, who could navigate both the bureaus and the skid rows unscathed.
Art by @NemeaNReiN
The European journey was quite hurried, leaving me only enough time to sketch a brief outline.
We crossed countless mountains later on to reach a quiet town beside the snowy plains. I saw fear in the eyes of the residents — the cruel and greedy mayor had governed them for ages, stripping away the last bit of vitality from this poor town.
On a night without a shred of starlight or moonlight, the mayor fell from the town tower and paid his debt. There appeared Vladimir, the herd's most friendly neighbor.
The wind scattered sparks into the dark night sky, spreading like stars.
Art by Louis Wood
The road turns south, and things go south — the inevitable.
Rain night, neon lights, chatter and laughter, beers and wine. One of our assets stepped into Akai Hime's carefully crafted trap. What are the odds? It seemed Akai Hime did not intend to wrap it up there.
Later on, the asset informed me that Akai Hime finally agreed to "their" terms, leaving the realm she built bare-handed and entering another territory.
We crossed the long coast and reached the other side at last. Passing by me, alongside the sea breeze, was Uly.
Uly, who was unemployed for the fourth time, asked me: "Why do you look a bit familiar, mister? Where are you headed? Could I be company?"
Finally returning to Serene HQ after years of traveling, I logged all my reports for safekeeping. Hopefully, in the future, you, who might be destined to cross paths with my subjects, will have a glimpse of these materials.
By the time that happens, there may be another war on the horizon.
...Sorry, could you help push my wheelchair?
——
Side Note: We have been consistently creating and improving the Wild Assault universe, and while there may be contradictions and loopholes in the early designs, we have addressed numerous issues regarding the lore. Please refer to our upcoming latest build as the standard.
Additionally, although the Wild Assault universe contains references or inspirations from reality, it is constructed as an entirely distinct parallel universe. We hope you can be flexible with the details and let us know how we can make it better!
Combat Cat Studio
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WildAssault/
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@WildAssault
Discord: https://discord.gg/wildassault
First of all, Combat Cat Studio would like to wish you a Merry Christmas! We hope you truly enjoy this holiday time with your family, friends, and loved ones.
The holidays are a great time for stories! In this episode, let me be the storyteller and reveal what had happened in the Wild Assault universe for you.
One
Art by 15218Times Square is always crowded.
The clock tower's hands slowly turn back to a time when the economy was still promising. A street performer plays his guitar while the corner record store blasts "Thriller."
That figure finally appeared — when I first met Norman, I was a profiler at the Serene Confidential Intl. Org. and hadn't yet turned 30. Norman, on the other hand, was a young soldier in the army — and one of my subjects.
Back then, the young yet experienced private was full of ambition, with no failed assessments in his record. His left eye still saw the world just as you and I do.
Pvt. Norman, a.k.a. Subject Norman, had a close relationship with reconnaissance personnel named Jack. Regarding Jack, I remember writing the following in my report at the time: Lonesome and sensitive. Intentionally avoids social contact. It was quite troublesome to approach him, even if I was observing from a mile away. It felt as if he could sense all living souls that are aware of his presence... There's still a .338 bullet lodged in my left shoulder that doctors haven't been able to remove.
It took my colleagues and me great pains to finally extract a few photos of them from the developing solution. These were among the few materials we gathered on these subjects for the organization. Now, ten years later, those files have already been classified and sealed as top secrets by Serene.
Two
"Nah, I'd win" by BlackBliz
At the WealthGuard BioTech Research Institute, I met Lianhua (Lotus), Hongying's mother, a nice and calm lady. While we talked in her lab, the one standing next to Lianhua was Marquez, a new graduate obsessed with studies about "biological life forms" and "immortality."
Marquez was having a rough time with her research back then. She often locked herself up in the lab, day and night, putting her health aside. As Marquez's mentor, Lianhua suggested that she dial it down a little and truly experience life besides studying it.
The deep green liquid in the swaying test tube Marquez held glimmered faintly. Perhaps it was destined that Marquez would walk a path totally separate from her mentor's.
Three
Art By @Teteteko
Hongying.
I learned that name many years later, on the day she pointed a gun at my head. I guessed she had always been a good child.
That year, when I was about to be executed for rebellion. On the other side of the barbed wire, she reached out her hand and gave me a candy.
Was it candy? By then, I had already lost my sense of taste because of the drugs they forced me to swallow during the tortures.
What was it I held in my hand? My intuition was the only thing I could rely on to make a guess.
Four
Art by @NemeaNReiNThe war concluded, and I was pardoned for the rebellion, with my shackles removed.
Our ship once again docked at the very same place. Gunshots echoed through the neighborhood, and all I could see were herds fleeing the chaos. Amidst the conflict stood a huge chunk of beef — the infamous Ryan, who could navigate both the bureaus and the skid rows unscathed.
Five
Art by @NemeaNReiNThe European journey was quite hurried, leaving me only enough time to sketch a brief outline.
We crossed countless mountains later on to reach a quiet town beside the snowy plains. I saw fear in the eyes of the residents — the cruel and greedy mayor had governed them for ages, stripping away the last bit of vitality from this poor town.
On a night without a shred of starlight or moonlight, the mayor fell from the town tower and paid his debt. There appeared Vladimir, the herd's most friendly neighbor.
The wind scattered sparks into the dark night sky, spreading like stars.
Six
Art by Louis WoodThe road turns south, and things go south — the inevitable.
Rain night, neon lights, chatter and laughter, beers and wine. One of our assets stepped into Akai Hime's carefully crafted trap. What are the odds? It seemed Akai Hime did not intend to wrap it up there.
Later on, the asset informed me that Akai Hime finally agreed to "their" terms, leaving the realm she built bare-handed and entering another territory.
Seven
We crossed the long coast and reached the other side at last. Passing by me, alongside the sea breeze, was Uly.
Uly, who was unemployed for the fourth time, asked me: "Why do you look a bit familiar, mister? Where are you headed? Could I be company?"
Eight
Finally returning to Serene HQ after years of traveling, I logged all my reports for safekeeping. Hopefully, in the future, you, who might be destined to cross paths with my subjects, will have a glimpse of these materials.
By the time that happens, there may be another war on the horizon.
...Sorry, could you help push my wheelchair?
——
Side Note: We have been consistently creating and improving the Wild Assault universe, and while there may be contradictions and loopholes in the early designs, we have addressed numerous issues regarding the lore. Please refer to our upcoming latest build as the standard.
Additionally, although the Wild Assault universe contains references or inspirations from reality, it is constructed as an entirely distinct parallel universe. We hope you can be flexible with the details and let us know how we can make it better!
Combat Cat Studio
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