WE ARE FLYING

WE ARE FLYING. The lonely year – 2047 – marked the beginning of your dangerous adventure. Rusty expanses stretch before you, the sole purpose of which is to complete a mysterious mission. A device of unknown origin beckons, shrouded in mystery. You, the chosen envoy, grip the controls of the astrodrop, its nuclear hum drowning out the silence as it carves a path through the dust. The clock ticks with a relentless drumbeat. Forty-eight hours. This is all you have to get to the evacuation point, the only way to escape. But the Lords loom over you, their watchful eyes constantly pressing.

If you deviate from the course, you will be captured – forever. Your artificially intelligent companion A-C9 develops an uneasy trust: his past failures are cause for concern, but his assistance in navigating the Martian terrain and managing resources proves invaluable. Mars itself is an open invitation. Harsh landscapes lie beneath alien skies, promising both challenges and discoveries. Your nuclear-powered chariot, a relic from 1942, speeds past abandoned outposts, remnants of a forgotten past.

Scattered books and disks whisper secrets – some earthly ones, filled with stories by Verne, Lovecraft and Burroughs. Others are of Martian origin, their meaning lost through the ages. REPUNK throws off the shackles of linearity. The overlords may give orders, but the winds carry the scent of rebellion. To obey or not to obey – the decision is yours. Your AI companion may protest, but with a little cunning you can work around its limitations. The story exists, but your adventures have not yet been written. Take the helm, commander.