Hi, i think that if you want to realize a good toon ora a game you need to start from a good plot, and if the plot deal with incest you don't have to start showing sex or stupid speeches, but real situation, a mix of fear,
embarrassment and attraction. At first write a tale, then put it in 3d .....
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Well, starting it with sex can work, if you know what you're doing, but you're right about the people who for the most part start a story with pure expositional narration. There's a rule among screenwriters that should also be a rule among game designers that says don't use narration unless you absolutely have to. This rule is often seen as show, don't tell. To illustrate this I'm going to compare how Big Brother opens its story, to how the game I'm writing opens.
Big Brother
Big Brother opens with the main character telling you about who he is, he spends a paragraph or two telling us his backstory, then we watch as he tell us his mom's story, about her raising them and barely making ends meet, then we hear about Alice's story, a recent graduate who's looking for a future, blogs all day, and is the bitchy older sister, then we hear about lisa, how she's not doing well in school but not so bad that she's expelled, and so on. Finally we get the tacked on explanation that the father they never knew left them an amazing house and they're moving. Each family member gets a maybe a paragraph of exposition about who they are in relation to the MC.
The Things We Do For Love
My story, working title, The Things We Do For Love, opens at night, a policeman who we learn from dialogue to be the father of the boy in the room he's entering, comes in and complains about having had a long day at work. The boy, asleep of course, doesn't respond. The father removes his covers, exposing his bare chest to the world, then he removes his pants, discarding them on the center of the floor, and straddles the boys chest, stroking his manhood. By now, I'm sure I've written in the boys name, Alexander, or at least Alex. So, the father, stroking himself in one hand, brings his other rough hand to Alex's face, turns it up to look at him, brushing his lips as he does so, then pulling down on his chin to open the boys mouth, which he then slowly enters. Shortly this finally wakes the boy, and seeing his father's form above him, tasting the cock that has intruded his mouth, Alex screams. His father, not wanting the whole house to wake, shoves hard, putting his dick in Alex's airway, and cutting off the scream, says something about how they don't want to wake the whole house.
Cut away from this, we open looking down on a young girl who bears a striking resemblance to our young Alex, asleep. Suddenly, her eyes flutter open and she exclaims "man, on gotta pee." She gets up, leaves the room and notices light trickling into the hall from an ajar door down the hallway, saying "hmm, Alexander must have left his door open." She has years it thinking to close it for him on the way to the bathroom, and just before she reaches it she hears a scream immediately cut off by much quieter gagging and gargling. Then she hears her father's voice in his harsh whisper to Alex about not wanting to wake the whole house. She turns the corner to investigate and freezes as she takes in the whole scene... her father, naked from the waist down, straddling her brother, her brother, struggling against his weight, gagging and gargling sounds filling her ears, her father still cooing and shooshing Alex, as if this is normal, as if Alex is gonna calm down... her eyes trail down... they find her fathers discarded pants. At their belt, is his service pistol, he hadn't made it to his room, so of course he hadn't removed it. She moves silently toward it, grips it, levels it on her father, in the way he'd taught her to use it, both hands wrapped appropriately around the grip, aim surprisingly steady, she puts three bullets into his back.
As their father's bleeding body falls, Alex, coughing and sputtering up his father's deposit in his throat, he sees his savior, and calls out to her as he runs to wrap his arms around her, saying "ALEXIS!" The two of them embrace and collapse on their knees, Alexis' back, still to the door. Meanwhile, the sound of 3 gunshots absolutely awakens their mother, who springs out of bed, fearing the worst. She runs out of her room, notices Alexis' open door first, looks inside to find nothing and no one, panics and heads for Alexander's open door and the sight she's greeted by is too much to bear. In the center of her vision, her children are embracing on their knees, bawling their eyes out, a pistol discarded on the floor next to them, in the top left of her vision, lies her bleeding husband. On closer inspection of Alexander she sees tears mingled with saliva and a pearly substance, she see's her husbands pants are removed. She knows what happened and she screams.
This is then followed by a short montage of the aftermath of this night over the course of 3 years which I have Alexander and Alexis take turns narrating, one speaking, then the other, often as if picking up where the other left off, the first of many character cues that show them to be twins. Alexander, for obvious reasons, never returned to his room, at first, he was set to sleep in the Living Room. But seeking safety and comfort, each night, he'd end up curled up on his sister's floor. Eventually, out of both concern and pity, Alexis just shares her bed with him. The courts after the incident ordered trauma counseling for the kids, which they would only go to if they were allowed to go together. They miss a whole year of school, as it's just too much to handle at first, and Alexander especially wasn't willing to be taken from Alexis' side. Their mother is forced to get a job after having been a stay at home wife and mom since she got pregnant nearly 16 years prior, the jobs she can get without more than a high school education aren't realy enough... there were some savings that keep them afloat for a while, but as our 3 year window comes to a close, she's going under, the house is gonna be taken, and swallowing her pride, she has to call her sister, a well off former model who married the owner of a modelling agency and took over it in his death. She, of course tells her that she and the kids can certainly move in, she's got room, and she hasn't seen them all in so long.
That's how you're introduced to my main cast. The shared trauma is the door opening for my Main characters Alexander and Alexis, already close, as twins are wont to be, becoming far more intimate. And there's only more story based character development packed in as we go along. That's how you write a story. Sure, mine's dark and full of psychological trauma, but that's the kind of thing that opens the door to incest in real life, something has to happen to remove the natural barriers to incest that we all have. Some games do this by separating the characters for a long time, as those barriers are built when the child is growing up. 16 years in Parental Love would make the daughters 4 and 2 respectively, definitely young enough that neither they nor their father would have developed their barriers. The 10 in dating my Daugher not enough unless you play the game as if she was a high schcool freshman. But most just give us a pervert and a bit of narration to say, I want to fuck these people.
