So a few months back I wrote this post jokingly detailing some Battleborn spinoff games I’d like to see. Well, with some prodding from my girlfriend, I actually made one of those games a reality and made a Battleborn themed re-skin of the super fun card game Love Letter.
I spent a while learning to use image manipulation software just to make these, so they’re not great in terms of graphic design. Most of the pictures are from the Battleborn website, except Nova’s which I had to cut out from an in-game screenshot that I took. And since the original Love Letter comes with a little flavour text story, I wrote one up for this game too.
“YOUR MINION SACRIFICES HAVE SATED MINREC’S APPETITE! YOU MAY RETURN TO YOUR DWELLINGS…FOR NOW!”
You sigh and check the time on your phone. MINREC had been appeased a full quarter of an hour ahead of schedule. It would be nice to get home early, but not so nice to miss out on the fifteen minutes’ worth of pay. And to think that you had once seen yourself going somewhere in the Last Light Consortium. Unfortunately, the destruction of several galaxies had resulted in severe cutbacks due the sudden drop in the number of people alive enough to be paying customers. So here you are, stuck working in a recycling plant and escorting endless waves of robots into the maw of a psychotic AI.
You head into the lobby of the main office building to punch out when a holo-vid catches your eye. It’s not the usual stream of quota numbers and cute cartoons depicting minions being ground into scrap metal. Instead, a pretty blond woman surrounded by a set of floating swords is speaking. You recognize her instantly.
“Hello there. I am Baroness Phoebe Elizabeth Audelia Hemsworth IV. I’m looking for a small number of hardworking LLC employees to join me on my latest scientific expedition! The position mostly consists of digging around and breaking stuff, so no previous scientific experience is required. Who knows, this could be your first step to a much more fulfilling career with the LLC and the Hemsworth Barony! Submit your resume to your Human Resources department and apply today!”
Phoebe smiles brightly as a voiceover begins.
“By applying to this position, you agree to absolve The Last Light Consortium and Phoebe Hemsworth IV of liability for any personal injury sustained during your employment. Loss of limb, life, mind, personal property, friendships or other relationships are not covered under…”
You tune out the rest of the disclaimer. This could have been the opportunity you’ve been looking for if only Sherri, your HR rep, wasn’t such a flake. There has to be some way to get your resume to Miss Hemsworth!
You turn to the punch clock to input your employee code. There, floating beside it, is a small robotic owl. It has been hovering around the clock the past few weeks to supervise all punch-ins and punch-outs, recording each employee that passes by it. Something about a rash of tardiness that’s been going around the plant lately.
Wait a minute…those owls…weren’t they designed and built by that Magnus that used to work for the Hemsworth family?
You approach the owl and speak to it. “Um, excuse me, Mr. Hoodini sir?"
Hoodini gives you a strange, echoing sort of hooting sound.
“Would you mind passing my resume on to someone who may know Baroness Hemsworth? I’m interested in that job and I’ll make it worth your while. I think I may know where those robo-mice that have been infesting the plant have their den.”
Hoodini hoots again and ■■■■■ his head to the side. A red laser shoots from his eye and he scans you up and down. You realize that he’s looking up your employee file and credentials.
“Thanks buddy,” you say. “And by the way, if you could, you know, hinder the competition a little bit, that would be cool too…”
So, whattya guys think? Anybody up for a game?