Hello Survivors!
[p]With this post, I’d like to kick off a short series about the lore of
Survival Machine. You’ve been asking us here on Steam and over on
our Discord – how did it all begin? Where did the giant machines come from, and what led to the great apocalypse that turned most of humanity into zombies? [/p][p]
Well, you're about to find out! Let me tell you a story… Pavel's story.[/p][hr][/hr][p]….[/p][p]Since childhood, Piotr and I believed that one day we would change the fate of humanity. That dream kept us alive through hunger and poverty. Together, we swore we would create something greater than ourselves – a work that would outlive the ages.[/p][p]We shared the same dream: to ease the lives of ordinary people. That was our goal, our life’s calling. We supported each other deeply, and our brotherly rivalry drove us forward – even though we chose different paths.[/p][p]
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[/p][p]I was always fascinated by gears, transmissions, engines – the hidden rhythm that could bring lifeless metal into motion. Mechanics was the obvious choice for me. The louder and more complex something was, the more it drew me in. Piotr, always standing slightly apart, found his passion in alchemy – a young and not yet fully understood science, brimming with potential.[/p][p]For a long time, we were inseparable – brothers and co-creators, two halves of the same dream. We were going to change the world together. And it was to become reality, though not in a way I could ever have imagined. But I am getting ahead of myself… [/p][p]
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[/p][p]After years of study, I was finally ready to fulfill the promise I had made to my brother and to myself – I would create something that could change humanity. Piotr still stood by my side, though for some time we had not been as close as in our childhood.[/p][p]
The Moving Factory Machine – it was beautiful! Vast and thunderous! Because I equipped it with its own drive, it could cross entire continents and reach people left behind by the relentless march of civilization. Soon, it was given the name
Survival Machine, but it was far more than just a tool to make survival easier. It gave people hope for a better tomorrow.[/p][p]
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I won’t deny it – the name flattered my vanity. It was pleasant to hear songs at local fairs, praising the Machine and its inventor. Yet I had only one problem: Piotr was drifting farther and farther away from me. He came to me less often for advice, we discussed our ideas more rarely, and his voice grew quieter whenever the songs about the Machine were sung. In his eyes I saw a shadow I could not name. Pride, but also anger. Joy, but also resentment. I fear that envy had taken hold of him.[/p][p]
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And then, one day, Piotr simply disappeared. I have no contact with him, and I don’t know what happened. I only hope he hasn’t gone off chasing one of his “
creative” ideas. We always managed to find common ground, and my rational arguments usually reached him. But now he is out there, completely alone. And I fear for him.[/p][hr][/hr][p]Thus begins the tale of a world where technology intertwines with desperation. The world of
Survival Machine – a land of colossal, wandering machines and fraternal rivalry. I hope you enjoyed Pavel's story, I already have a plan for its continuation! You can help me shape it—
join us on our Discord, where I’ll be happy to chat about how the brothers’ story could continue. [/p][p]Have a great weekend![/p][p]Dzięki![/p][p]Berdol[/p][p]
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