,,,,,,,,,,,It’s the distant year of 2015.
Humanity is at war. A cosmic group of god-like beings called ''the Angels'' are descending onto the earth, one-by-one. Their true intentions are unknown, but they seem to want one thing: to eradicate all life on earth.
Conventional weapons have no effect on them.
[[Continue|context 1.1]]
(set: $trauma to 5)
(set: $fortitude to 5)
(set: $loneliness to 5)
(set: $confidence to 5)
(set: $lastpassage to "")
You are ''Shinji Ikari''. You are a fourteen-year-old boy and the pilot of ''Evangelion Unit 01.''
All you have is your ability to pilot.
And you’re not sure you want it.
[[Start|1.Sleeping]](t8n: "blur")+(transition-time: 3s)[[[Wake up|1.hWake up]]]You are one of those children.
[[Continue|context 3]]You open your eyes to glaring light. You're wrapped in coarse blankets, and the air smells clean. Too clean.
You blink the bleariness out of your eyes. The ceiling above you is far more familiar than it should be.
You're in the hospital. And you can't remember why.
[[Try to think|1.hThink]]
[[Clear your mind|1.hClear]]The last thing you remember was piloting Unit 01.
There was a sharp, pulsating pain in your right arm, then the smell of blood. You were screaming.
You close your eyes.
You don't want to think about it anymore.
[[Force yourself to think|1.hThinkharder]]
[[Clear your mind|1.hClear]]You close your eyes and take a breath. The hospital room is warm, but you still feel cold. You wish somebody was nearby, waiting for you to wake up. Someone to smile at you and tell you it's alright. You open your eyes.
You're still alone.
[[Look around|1.hLook]]
(if: $didntthink is "true") [
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence - 1]
(if:visits is 1 and $didntthink is "true") [(set: $confidence to $confidence - 1)]](if:visits is 1)[
No.
It hurts.
You shouldn't.
[[Yes you should|1.hThinkharder]]
[[Clear your mind|1.hClear]]]
(if:visits is 2)[
Your head hurts.
Where's Misato? You want Misato.
You want to stop thinking about this.
[[Keep thinking|1.hThinkharder]]
[[Clear your mind|1.hClear]]]
(if:visits is 3)[
Please stop.
[[Quit running away|1.hThinkhardest]]
(link: "Clear your mind")[(set: $didntthink to "true")(goto: "1.hClear")]](set: $trauma to $trauma + 1)
(set: $fortitude to $fortitude - 1)
You close your eyes and ball your hands into fists. Something in your mind is telling you to stop thinking, but you ignore it and dig into your memory.
You see flashes. White. Blinding. Thudding, cracking sounds. A humanoid Angel with its hand over your face.
Your right eye feels sore.
A sharp pain pierces through your skull. Your vision goes starry, and you remember a neon green eye, the size of a swimming pool, its pupil fixed on you.
[[You scream.|1.start]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Trauma + 1]
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $trauma to $trauma + 1)]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude - 1)]
(set: $hospitaltrauma to "true")(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Trauma = $trauma
Fortitude = $fortitude
Confidence = $confidence
Loneliness = $loneliness
[[Return to Menu|Menu]]
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Trauma - Makes Shinji more or less mentally stable and more or less prone to moments of emotional distress
Fortitude - Dictates Shinji's mentally toughness, making him more or less likely to breakdown when faced with harder decisions
Confidence - Makes Shinji's decision-making quicker or longer and can also alter his tone of voice when speaking with others
Loneliness - Makes Shinji more or less prone to generally depressive moments and alters how he views othersThis game uses a series of variables, created by the player's actions, to influence the story and shape the narrative as you progress.
Any changes in Shinji's status will be displayed at the bottom right of the screen.
If you wish to see Shinji's current status or read about what each one affects, check the menu.
[[Understood|Explanation 2]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Status effect]<img src='https://www.dropbox.com/s/vp4ao35xes5gcl6/Neon_Genesis_Evangelion_Logo_transparent.png?dl=1' alt='Evangelion logo' style='float:right;padding:0px0px0px25px;width:70%;height:70%;'>
[[New game|context 1]]
[[Load game]]
[[Chapter select]]
[[Lore]](if: ((passage:)'s tags contains "menu" or "start")) []
(else:) [
[[Menu]]](text-colour:#ffd43b)[(text-style:"underline")[''Menu'']]
[[Save game]]
[[Status]]
[[Lore]]
(if: $lastPassage is not 0) [(link-goto: "Leave Menu", $lastPassage)]
[[Exit to main menu|start screen]](link: "Save game") [(save-game: "Slot A")(goto: "Game Saved")]
[[Return to Menu|Menu]]
(link-goto: "Leave Menu", $lastPassage)(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
[[Characters|Character lore]]
[[World|World lore]]
[[Return to Menu|Menu]]
(if: ((passage:)'s tags contains "game"))[(set: $lastPassage to (passage:)'s name)](if: (passage:)'s tags contains "newLore") [(text-style:"smear")[(align:"==>")+(box:"===XXXXXXX")[Lore updated]]]
(else:) []The room is empty except for medical equipment and a rolling stand by your bed, a water pitcher and cup on top of it. Your throat is dry. You must have been in here a while.
Sunlight spills through the window of a door. You hear voices on the other side. Maybe Ms. Misato is out there, taking a call. You wouldn't mind seeing her right now.
[[Drink the water|1.hWater]]
[[Leave the room|1.hDoor]](if:visits is 1)[You take a drink of water. It's refreshing.]
(if:visits is 2)[You're surprisingly parched. The water tastes great.]
(if:visits is 3)[You could keep drinking this all day.]
(if:visits is 4)[You go to tip the pitcher again, but it's empty.]
(if:visits <= 3) [[[Leave the room|1.hDoor]]]
(if:visits <= 3) [[[Drink more water|1.hWater]]]
(if:visits >= 4) [[[Go get more water|1.hDoor]]]
(if:visits >= 4) [(set:$emptypitcher to "yes")](if:$emptypitcher is "yes")[Pitcher in hand, you open the door.]
You step into the hall. The only people out here are nurses and hospital staff, all walking quickly down the corridor without looking at you. They seem overworked. The Angel attack must have them busy.
You cross the corridor and look out the window, squinting as the sunlight burns your eyes. Once they adjust for the light, you see Tokyo-3, the fortress of a city you protect, its skyscrapers lining the horizon. The view is more sparse than you remember.
The rattling of a gurney brings your attention back to the hospital.
[[You turn to look at the gurney.|1.hRei]]
(set: $tokyo3Lore to "true")You turn to see two, hurried nurses pushing a gurney. There's a girl laying on it. Arms bandaged and her head wrapped in gauze, you see that she's the pilot of Unit 00, Rei Ayanami.
You're far too used to seeing her like this.
As the nurses push her past you, Rei looks up. Your eyes connect for a second before she's taken away. She looks as distant and hollow as ever.
You watch the nurses wheel the gurney out of sight, and for some reason that you don't remember, you begin to feel guilty.
[[Continue|1.start]]
(set: $reiLore to "true")
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence -1] (if:visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence - 1)]
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Loneliness + 1] (if:visits is 1) [(set: $loneliness to $loneliness + 1)]
(set: $metrei to "true")(text-style:"underline")[''Part One'']
[[Start|1.carride]](text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
[[Shinji Ikari]]
(if: $misatoLore is "true") [[[Misato Katsuragi]]] (else:) []
(if: $reiLore is "true") [[[Rei Ayanami]]] (else:) []
(if: $penpenLore is "true") [[[Pen-Pen]]] (else:) []
(if: $asukaLore is "true") [[[Asuka Langley Sohryu]]] (else:) []
(if: $gendoLore is "true") [[[Gendo Ikari]]] (else:) []
(if: $kajiLore is "true") [[[Ryoji Kaji]]] (else:) [](text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
[[Evangelions]]
[[The Angels]]
[[Second Impact]]
(if: $nervLore is "true") [[[NERV]]]
(if: $tokyo3Lore is "true") [[[Tokyo-3]]] (else:) []
[[The GeoFront]]<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/kxafija3ctxpjzh/misato.png?dl=1' alt= 'Misato Katsuragi' style='float:right;width:22%;height:22%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Misato is the 29 year-old operations director at NERV HQ in Tokyo-3 and looks over both Shinji and Asuka, who live with her. Privately floaty and closed-off, Misato is stern and driven while working, concerned both for the sake of humanity and the safety of her pilots.
Vital to Misato's self-image is her own femininity. She's an alluring woman, and she knows that. While she carries this part of herself with pride, it's more of a shield than a dagger-- a way to maintain separation between herself and others. Though that doesn't mean she dislikes the attention it brings her.
Years ago, Misato dated and lived with Ryoji Kaji. Now that he’s in Tokyo-3, Misato has found herself stuck between wanting to distance herself from him and allowing herself to enjoy his attention.
Misato is one of the few people in Shinji’s life who seems to empathize with him or even tries to. Though she doesn’t like admitting it, she has more in common with Shinji than she lets on.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/xs5th8ga0krb8ry/rei.png?dl=1' alt= 'Rei in pilot suit' style='float:right;width:23%;height:23%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
At fourteen years old, there are many unknowns about Rei Ayanami. She has no records and no real life outside of NERV. She’s soft-spoken, withdrawn, and stoic, never seeming to care about much of anything besides piloting Unit 00 and her relationship to Gendo Ikari, who seems like more of a father to her than Shinji.
Still, it’s not uncommon to see Rei wrapped with bandages. The tests and trials she conducts at NERV, assigned to her by Commander Ikari, oftentimes leave her wounded and overworked.
Despite all that, she’s pretty enough to catch the gaze of the boys at school-- Shinji in particular-- and has earned the jealousy of many of the girls. She doesn’t seem to notice either.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/rdczutd11winlp0/asuka%20alt.png?dl=1' alt= 'Asuka in pilot suit' style='float:right;width:25%;height:25%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
A fourteen year-old, German-born pilot, Asuka is something of a genius. She’s fluent in both German and Japanese, has a college degree, and has been training to become a pilot ever since she was a young child. But what Asuka is most proud of is her ability with an Evangelion. She boasts about it whenever she can.
All of Asuka’s achievements have made her arrogant, yet still insecure. Her ability to succeed is her only driving force, and whenever that feeling of success is threatened, she becomes defensive. Most of all, she wants to feel mature and independent. She tends to push this desire onto Ryoji Kaji, her old handler, who she has a crush on and makes no effort to hide it.
The brunt of Asuka’s abuse lands on Shinji. She calls him an idiot a lot, is quick to mock him, and doesn’t understand his hesitation to pilot. But sometimes, Asuka’s abuse towards Shinji seems to be hiding a deeper truth. One she refuses to confront.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/pv30g0p581znuyx/gendo.png?dl=1' alt= 'Commander Ikari' style='float:right;width:20%;height:20%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Gendo’s life is dictated by his work. He has dedicated all of his time towards researching and constructing the Evangelions, building NERV, and carrying out his own, secret projects.
Least of his concerns is his son, Shinji. Gendo sees Shinji as a pilot and no more-- an asset to be used in his plans. He only ever shows a fondness for Shinji whenever he does well as a pilot or listens directly to his commands. Even when discussing the death of his wife, Shinji’s mother, Gendo shows no compassion for his son.
Gendo has a closer relationship with Rei Ayanami than Shinji. Something about her brings out a glimmer of his kind side. But only a glimmer. After all, Rei is still just a pilot, albeit a vital one.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/i6svp5bvw5xj3yg/output-onlinepngtools.png?dl=1' alt= 'Ryoji Kaji' style='float:right;width:20%;height:20%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
A disheveled smooth-talker, Kaji’s motives are questionable. He works for NERV but also investigates their secret projects, reports to outside organizations, and, at times, just gets too curious for his own good.
What isn’t questionable is his interest in women. It’s common to see Kaji around NERV HQ, chatting up any and all female workers he finds. Not least of all Misato Katsuragi. She’s his old flame. The two dated and lived together years ago, and Kaji still has an interest in her, more than just a desire to get her in bed.
Though they don’t meet much, Kaji is nice to Shinji and tries to ease his mind whenever they talk. He tries to show a similar degree of kindness towards Asuka, who he used to watch over as a handler, but he knows that it's better to keep her at arm's length. After all, she is still a kid.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/1uxqec0zf34i4wy/unit%2001%20knife.jpeg?dl=1' alt= 'Unit 01 with a prog knife' class='center'style='width:28%;height:28%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
An Evangelion is a giant humanoid being of near-godlike power, created by NERV to fight off the Angels. Oftentimes, they are simply referred to as Evas. Believed by most to be robots, those that work closely to the Evangelions know that they are at least partially organic, though their true origins are hidden by NERV.
Pilots control the Eva units from an entry plug, which is inserted into the Eva through an opening on its nape.
Though vastly powerful, Evangelions run on power supplied by an umbilical cable. If this cable is severed or disconnected, the unit has up to five minutes of power before it shuts down.
In addition to creating their own AT fields, Evas are outfitted with any combination of weapons, each specifically designed to weaken or break an Angel’s AT field. Such weapons include: automatic rifles, progressive knives, and positron sniper rifles.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/kv0rikqfmypfbdd/3rd%20angel.jpg?dl=1' alt= 'The 3rd Angel' style='padding: 25px;width:28%;height:28%;'> <img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/m4ygo6n5s7mwprf/4th%20angel.png?dl=1' alt= 'The 4th Angel' style='padding: 25px;width:20%;height:20%;'> <img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/mbehb54i8id2mig/anotha%20angel.jpg?dl=1' alt= 'The 4th Angel' style='padding: 25px;width:20%;height:20%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
The Angels are a mysterious group of god-like beings who possess unknown powers. Their arrival is believed to be related to the Second Impact, and all Angels seem to be drawn to Tokyo-3. While their goals are unknown, they are generally understood to be enemies of humanity.
Angels create AT fields-- barriers of protective energy. These fields are too strong for conventional weapons to pierce, which is why NERV has constructed the Evas. Only they are capable of penetrating an AT field.
Angels can only be eliminated by destroying their core-- a red, spherical, crystal-like organ located somewhere within the Angel. Once it is destroyed, the Angel dies.
Despite these constants, no two Angels are the same. While one may be humanoid, another is shaped like a tetrahedron, and a third is the size of a virus. Their powers vary in the same manner. There is no known reason for such differences. This makes each fight with an Angel unpredictable and highly dangerous.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/on04b399d0fqeby/nerv%20hq.jpg?dl=1' alt= 'NERV HQ' class='center'style='width:23%;height:23%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/fpviq61bjuwy6as/NERV_Logo.png?dl=1' alt= 'NERV logo' style='float:right;width:15%;height:15%;'>
NERV is a special organization, founded in the years after the Second Impact, whose purpose is to combat the Angels and who is responsible for the creation of the Evangelions.
The organization is run by Gendo Ikari, and its headquarters is in the GeoFront beneath Tokyo-3.
Funded and controlled by the United Nations, NERV operates independently. This allows NERV to conduct whatever research it wants without answering to higher powers. However, this level of independence, coupled with the mysterious nature of its research, makes NERV a target of outside suspicion.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/mcjdbk537gmvzv5/Tokyo3.png?dl=1' alt= 'View of Tokyo-3' class='center'style='width:23%;height:23%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Following the obliteration of Old Tokyo in the wake of the Second Impact, Tokyo-3 was built as an eventual replacement for Japan's capital city.
Tokyo-3 is a fortress city designed to withstand Angel attacks. Its buildings are able to retract into the ground when needed, and there are enough evacuation shelters to protect all of its citizens.
Launch ports and weapons caches for the Evas are located all throughout the city for use during Angel attacks. In addition, missile stations and radar sensors watch the perimeter of the city.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/777hgee1eqtoqz3/tokyo3%20geofront.jpg?dl=1' alt= 'Unit 01 with a prog knife' class='center'style='width:23%;height:23%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
The GeoFront is the massive, subterranean cavity found beneath Tokyo-3 where NERV HQ was built. There’s an artificial lake and forest located at the base with train lines sloping down from the surface. When in defense mode, the city of Tokyo-3 hangs down from the ceiling.
At least a dozen kilometers in diameter, the GeoFront extends into the ground and forms a perfect sphere, though now it is more than half-filled with dirt and debris.
It is not a naturally occurring structure, nor is it manmade. Its origin is publicly unknown.
<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/7yr683cb3daxs0c/second%20impact.png?dl=1' alt= 'Second Impact from space' class='center'style='width:23%;height:23%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
The Second Impact was a cataclysmic event which occurred in Antarctica on September 13, 2000, caused by a scientific experiment. This experiment generated an explosion so massive that the Antarctic ice caps melted and the Earth's axis shifted, locking the planet in an eternal Summer.
As a result, sea levels rose and tsunamis tore across the Southern Hemisphere. What followed was global panic. Armed conflicts kicked off across the planet, destroying nations, obliterating Old Tokyo, and wiping out half of the human population. Since a cease-fire was called, Earth's geopolitics have been shaky at best.
Public knowledge of the Second Impact has been limited. Even the most privy NERV operatives are mostly in the dark. All they know is that the Second Impact is in some way related to both the Angels and the Evangelions.You're in Misato's car. She picked you up from the hospital. She's wearing her big sunglasses and is still in her NERV uniform, red jacket over a black shirt, purple hair spilling over her shoulders. As always, her cross necklace is resting above her breasts. It bounces as the car hits a bump.
Misato smiles at you. "I bet you're hungry," she says. "You were out for two days this time."
You hadn't noticed, but your stomach does feel empty.
"I guess I am," you say.
"I thought so," Misato says, another smile. "Well, dinner's on me tonight. Whatever you want. As long as you can get it from the corner store."
"Right," you say. "Thanks." You smile back, and it's mostly genuine.
It's nice to have someone taking care of you.
[[Enjoy the ride|1.csArrive]]
[[Ask about your father|1.dadQs]]
(set: $misatoLore to "true")You get to the convenience store.
There are a few other people browsing inside, a muted TV above the counter. It's warm. A fan blows across the store. When you pass through its gust, the air smells sticky.
Misato picks out a cup of instant ramen, a curry bento box, tuna, and a few cans of beer. She tells you that she'll wait for you at the counter.
"Don't forget to get something for Asuka, too," she says.
You walk the aisles. The store has a fairly standard selection, and you find yourself looking mainly at their ramen, curry, rice balls, egg sandwiches, and fried chicken.
What do you want?
(link: "Ramen")[(set: $food to "ramen")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Curry")[(set: $food to "curry")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Rice balls")[(set: $food to "rice balls")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Egg sandwich")[(set: $food to "egg sandwich")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Fried chicken")[(set: $food to "fried chicken")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
[[Look around more|1.csLook]]
(set: $csArrive to true)
(save-game: "csArrive")Double-click this passage to edit it.(if: $food is "egg sandwich") [You grab an egg sandiwch and a sweet bean bun for yourself.] (else:) [You grab $food and a sweet red bean bun for yourself.]
What would Asuka like?
(link: "Ramen")[(set: $Asukafood to "ramen")(goto: "1.csAfood")]
(link: "Curry")[(set: $Asukafood to "curry")(goto: "1.csAfood")]
(link: "Rice balls")[(set: $Asukafood to "rice balls")(goto: "1.csAfood")]
(link: "Egg sandwich")[(set: $Asukafood to "egg sandwich")(goto: "1.csAfood")]
(link: "Fried chicken")[(set: $Asukafood to "fried chicken")(goto: "1.csAfood")]You put the food on the counter and wait while Misato pays.
The TV is playing the news. There are scenes of wrecked buildings, distant shots of Unit 01 being airlifted, and zooms on a tarp-covered Angel slumped against a launch port, NERV tents like white mushrooms around it.
As the cash register beeps, you hear two of the other customers talk about what's on the screen. Their voices have a quiet bite to them. Fear and maybe resentment.
"I feel like I should take the family and move," one says.
"Don't blame you," the other replies. "This place is a warzone now. I don't feel safe."
[[Keep listening to them|1.csListening]]
[[Block them out|1.csNolisten]](if: $Asukafood is "egg sandwich") [You got Asuka an egg sandwich.] (else:) [You got Asuka $Asukafood.]
[[Head back to the counter|1.csCheckout]](set: $cslistened to "true") (if:visits is 1)[You stare aimlessly at the counter, focusing your attention on their conversation.
"My husband's already looking for a new job."
"That's smart. The sooner you can get out of here, the better. Who knows what's going to come next time."
"Or what those big robots are going to destroy while fighting it."
There's something swelling in your chest.
[[Keep listening|1.csListening]]
[[Tune them out|1.csNolisten]]]
(if:visits is 2)[Misato pays for the food, but you don't notice.
"Those things are just as dangerous as the Angels."
"I know. It's only a matter of time before they get us all killed."
"And they call this city a fortress." They scoff. "They can't even protect us from themselves."
Their voices fade as they walk away.
The swelling in your chest doesn't stop.
[[Those two don't know what they're talking about|1.csPissed]]
[[Can I really protect them?|1.csDown]]]
(if: $cslistened is "true") [The swelling in your chest subsides.] (else:) []
You focus on the sound of the register as the cashier scans the last of your items. Misato looks at you. There's sympathy in her eyes, which makes you feel a little better.
She turns away to pay the cashier, and then the two of you are ready to leave.
[[Go back to the car|1.Car]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Loneliness - 1]
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $loneliness to $loneliness - 1)]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude + 1)]The swelling in your chest burns into a molten ball that scorches your heart.
What do those two know about protecting this city? The whole of humanity rests upon your shoulders. Don't they think you're trying your best? That fighting Angels isn't easy? That you don't want //anyone// to get hurt? You're the only reason they're even alive right now.
It's not like you asked for this responsibility, anyway.
(click: "It's not like you asked for this responsibility, anyway.") [There was no one else that could do it. It //had// to be you. That's what you were told.]
(click: "That's what you were told.") [You had no choice.]
(click: "You had no choice.") [[[Maybe you should just stop being a pilot altogether.|1.Car]]]
---
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude - 1)]
(set: $csEmote to "pissed")The swelling turns into a lead ball and drops into your stomach.
Though those two are gone, their words echo through your head. You can't help but feel like their feelings are justified and that you're responisble for them. Who else is supposed to protect them if not you, the pilot of Eva Unit 01? You're here to keep everyone safe and give them peace of mind.
You're failing them
...
(click: "...") [You're a failure.]
(click: "failure.") [[[And nobody likes a failure.|1.Car]]]
---
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence - 1)]
(set: $csEmote to "sad")You're in Misato's car, convenience store bags on your lap and around your feet. It's quiet. Misato never has the radio on, though you like having music to listen to. The air feels empty without it. Especially now.
{(if: $csEmote is "sad") [You feel weighed down by the lead ball in your stomach. There's a tension behind your eyes. At any moment, you feel as though you're going to burst. Or maybe implode. Pressure pushing against emptiness. Misato glances at you.] (else-if: $csEmote is "pissed") [Your chest is still burning. There's a tightness to yourself that you don't care about right now. Part of you wants to tell Misato to take you to the train station. That you should leave Tokyo-3 right now and never come back. Misato glances at you.] (else:) [You try not to think about the conversation at the corner store, but their words echo through your mind. If those two feel that way, you're sure others do, too. Misato glances at you.]}
"I hope you don't mind," she says. "But we're going to make a quick detour."
She makes a turn and drives out of the city.
"Detour to where?" you ask.
"Some place special," she says with a wink.
The sun is beginning to set, and you have the feeling dinner is going to be late.
[[Misato drives into the hills|1.PullinOver]]
(set: $car1 is true)
(save-game: "Car1")She stops at an overlook, the view: Tokyo-3. Looking down at the city, the two of you get out of the car and lean on the railing. The city is sprawled before you. There are squared neighborhoods close, skyscrapers blinking with light in the distance, and hills boxing it all in, the setting sun giving everything a dreamy, amber glow.
It's your first time taking in the city like this. Even still, you can tell something about it is off. Buildings are missing. You can see that. Empty foundations the size of city blocks remind you of the stumps of logged trees, gaps in the forest.
"It looks kind of empty," you say. "Desolate."
Misato looks down at her watch. There's a smile on her face.
[["It's time."|1.Viewrise]]
(if: $tokyo3Lore is "true") [] (else:) [(set: $tokyo3Lore to "true") [(text-style:"smear")[(align:"==>")+(box:"===XXXXXXX")[Lore updated]]]]A siren blares. Those empty foundations you saw begin to move. They open. Hatches. A moment later, from beneath the ground, buildings appear. You hear the whir of machinery and the clank of metal as they grow. Your jaw is open. As you watch, the city resets itself, buildings and skyscrapers standing now where they didn't before. The skyline builds itself before your eyes. You almost can't believe it. Everything locks into place.
"This city," Misato says. "Is a fortress built to counter the angels."
You look at her. Misato smiles.
"This is Tokyo-3," she says. "And this is our city." Misato turns to you, warmth in her eyes. "More than that, this is the city you protected."
Something swells in your chest, something new. That you're not used to. You look back at the full scale of Tokyo-3-- all its majesty--, and you look at all the buildings that wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and think about all the people that live in all these buildings that wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. The swelling grows.
It feels nice.
[[As the sun dips lower, you head home.|1.aArrival]]
---
(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence + 1)]You and Misato get back to the apartment. You carry the bags from the corner store up and set them on the table. Misato goes past you and says something about changing out of her work clothes. As she does, Pen-Pen the penguin pops his head out of his refrigerator and starts looking through the bags for his own dinner. When he finds the tuna Misato got, he squeaks with joy and waddles off into the living room.
Now alone in the kitchen, the apartment feels peaceful. Homey. After a second, you realize it's just too quiet.
[[The bathroom door slides open|1.aAsuka]]
(set: $penpenLore to "true")
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Trauma = $trauma
Fortitude = $fortitude
Confidence = $confidence
Loneliness = $loneliness
---
Day One recap:
{(if: $metrei is "true") [After waking up in the hospital, You ran into a bandage-wrapped Rei Ayanami.]
(if: $hospitaltrauma is "true") [You woke up in a hospital bed and felt haunted by your last fight with an Angel.]}
You and Misato went to the corner store to get food. (if: $look2 is "yes") [When Misato had her back turned, you ran away.] (else:) [You got yourself $food and picked out $Asukafood for Asuka.
You overheard some people talking about your fight with the Angel, and (if: $csEmote is "pissed") [you wondered if it's even worth protecting them.] (elseif: $csEmote is "sad") [it made you feel like a failure] (else:) [you did your best not to pay attention to them.]
Misato took you to an overlook to watch the city rise from its defensive position. The sight was majestic.
You got home, and Asuka berated you for bringing her $Asukafood. You (if: $aResponse is "sorry") [apologized, which upset her more.] (elseif: $aResponse is "stand ground") [stood up for yourself, which only upset her more.]
At the end of the day, you (if: $aBed is true) [laid in bed] (else:) [sat in the bath] and remembered your fight with the Angel. You wish you hadn't.]
---
[[Continue|2.start]](text-style:"underline")[''Part Two'']
[[Start|2.training]]You're in NERV headquarters.
White walls enclose you. You're in the training chamber, plugged into Unit 01. The mech moves with your thoughts, actions triggered by the controls in your hands. It's natural enough. However ...
The last time you were in here was during the Angel fight. You feel even less comfortable than normal. All you can smell is blood. Like you're drowning in it. You have to fight to keep yourself focused.
Apparently, you're doing well. The technicians tell you your sync rate with Unit 01 is high, which means your connection to the Eva is still strong. So your mind must still be intact. That much eases you. If only a little bit.
After the technicians double check your vitals, a rifle appears from a port in the wall.
One of the technicians tells you to take it. "We'll begin the training simulation now. Ready, pilot?" they ask.
[[Ready.|2.trainingtut1]]
[[Hold on.|2.trainingWait]]
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(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[[[No target->2.trainingcomplete]]]Training complete!
(if: $trainscore is >5) [(set: $totalscore to $trainscore + ($counter/2))] (else:) [(set: $totalscore to $trainscore + ($counter/4))]
Time remaining: $counter seconds
Score: $trainscore / 7
Total score: $totalscore points
{
(if: $totalscore is >10) [(set: $tscore to "high")"Great job, Shinji!" one of the technicians says. You look at the score and feel proud.]
(elseif: $totalscore is >7) [(set: $tscore to "good")"Good work, pilot," one of the technicians says. You're relieved that you were able to do well.]
(elseif: $totalscore is <3.75) [(set: $tscore to "low")"That was sloppy, Shinji," one of the technicians says. You could've guessed this would go so poorly.]
(else:) [(set: $tscore to "not bad")"Not bad, pilot," one of the technicians says. You're just relieved you got through the training.]
}
[[Continue|2.Ndebrief]]
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(elseif: visits is 1 and $totalscore is >7) [(set: $confidence to $confidence +1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence +1]]
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(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Pen-Pen is a genetically-altered, warm-water pengiun. After the experiment that gave him his intelligence, Pen-Pen was planned to be killed, but Misato Katsuragi stepped in and rescued him. He now lives in a spare refrigerator in Misato's apartment, where he lounges in the cold, though he also loves hot baths.Double-click this passage to edit it.In a cloud of steam, Asuka steps out of the bathroom. Her auburn hair is still damp, towel over her shoulders, tank top clinging to her chest, shorts sticking to her thighs. You try not to notice.
"About time you show up," Asuka says. "I thought you two were going to let me starve."
"Sorry," you say. "Here." You hold out the $Asukafood you got for her. "It's your dinner."
Asuka looks at the $Asukafood with a raised brow. "$Asukafood? Really?" She turns her head. "You idiot. You really have no clue what a woman like me likes, do you?"
[[Apologize|1.aApologize]]
{(if: $confidence is >= 5) [[[Stand up for yourself (Confidence : $confidence / 5)|1.aStand]]]
(else:) [(text-style:"strike")[Stand up for yourself] (Confidence : $confidence / 5) ]}
(set: $asukaLore to "true")"Oh," you say. "Sorry."
Asuka gives you a look. Something between disappointment and frustration. "Honestly," she says. "Be a man for once."
"Sorry," you repeat.
With a huff, Asuka takes the $Asukafood from you and sits down at the table.
You're not sure you'll ever understand her.
[[Sit down to eat|1.aEat]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence - 1)]
(set: $aResponse to "sorry")"Why do you always have to be so mean?" you say. "Can't you say thanks for once?"
Asuka tilts her head. "Why should I say thanks to an idiot like you?" she shouts. "Stop messing up, and start acting like a man!"
With a huff, she snatches the $Asukafood from you and sits down at the table.
You're not sure you'll ever figure her out.
[[Sit down to eat|1.aEat]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence - 1)]
(set: $aResponse to "stand ground")As you and Asuka start to eat, Misato comes out of her room to join the two of you. She cracks open a beer and downs it in one gulp.
"There's nothing like a beer at the end of the day," she says, reaching for another one.
The three of you eat dinner. Your $food is good, and the red bean bun is nice and sweet. You notice that Asuka eats all of her $Asukafood and hardly even leaves any crumbs behind. It just puzzles you even more.
It's your night for dishes, so you clean up. The nice thing about convenience store food is that there's hardly anything to clean. You finish in only a few minutes. Still, it's kind of late.
What do you want to do for the rest of the night?
[[Take a bath|1.aBath]]
[[Go to bed|1.aBed]]You settle into the bath. The air is steamy and the water feels nice and warm, but you can't quite feel at ease. The drone of the fan isn't enough to quiet your mind. You become alone with your thoughts.
[[Think|1.aThink1]]
(set: $aBath is true)You change into pajamas and lay down. It's quiet in your room, and you don't like the quiet too much.
You put your earbuds in and turn on your cassette player. Music swells.
[[Think|1.aThink1]]
(set: $aBed to true)You stare at the ceiling.
It's lonely in your mind. Most of your thoughts, you don't want to consider. They'll take you to even more lonely places. Subconsciously, you find yourself being pulled towards the memory of your fight with the Angel. It's painful. You've been avoiding thinking about it all day.
[[Face the memory|1.aThink2]]The Angel wrapped what was left of itself around Unit 01. Its core glowed like a star reaching supernova and exploded. You couldn’t see anything but light. The air itself rumbled. You were sure you were dead. Launched to heaven on a rocket. But as the smoke cleared, Unit 01 was still standing.
You saw it in the reflection of the building next to you. Its armor was scorched and melted, barely holding together. Its faceplate dislodged and fell to the street. Beneath it, you expected to see wires and the metal framework of its head, but there were no electronics. Only flesh. And as you watched, the Eva opened an eye. A bright green eye you didn't know it had. And Unit 01 fixed its gaze on you.
That's when you knew you were piloting a monster.
[[Continue|End of Part One]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Trauma + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $trauma to $trauma + 1)]You remember your fight with the Angel.
You were losing. The Angel held Unit 01 by the face, firing blasts of energy into its eye. You could feel each shot, like something was beating your own eye socket. The Angel lit up, and one final blast blew the Eva across the city and into the base of a skyscraper. Dust showered you. Misato called out for you over the radio, a sharp cry and then silence. Everything went dark.
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(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[[[No target->2.trainingtutnoshoot]]]"Good!" the technician says. "You'll be given ten stages to complete and 20 seconds to do so. Your final score will be based on how many targets you get and how much time is remaining.
"Are you ready to start, or would you like the rundown again?"
[[Ready|2.trainingtut4]]
[[Can you go over it again?|2.trainingtut1]](if: $hesitate is true) [After a moment, you let the technician know you're good. The radio crackles. ]
"We've loaded the simulation with the data from the last Angel," the technician informs you. "We'll be working on your marksmanship. Acquire the target, point, and shoot. Aim for its core. If there's no target, move to the next position. We'll demo the operation now."
[[Proceed to demo|2.trainingtut2]][[Shinji, shoot the target!|2.trainingtut2]]The white walls flash away. Your surroundings change. You see a virtual world, modeled after Tokyo-3. Streets beneath Unit-01's feet, buildings around you, hills beyond.
It feels real. Almost too real. You take a breath.
[[Start training|2.shootmain]]You hesitate.
Your breathing is shaky. Sweat rolls down your cheek.
You smell blood.
Now's not the time. You need to focus.
[[Distract yourself|2.tDistract]]
[[Center your thoughts|2.tCenter]]
[[Push through it|2.tPush]]
(set: $hesitate to true)You pulled at the controls, but the mech wouldn’t move. No matter how much you urged it to get up, the Eva just laid there. You could feel the ground shuddering as the Angel walked towards you. Panic set in.
“Get up get up get up!” you urged, but the Eva remained still.
You were going to die. You weren’t ready yet. But it was about to happen. You were going to die. Everyone was going to die. Everyone you cared about and everyone you were supposed to protect. They were all going to die.
And it was your fault.
A piercing pain shot through your brain.
[[Then, Unit 01 moved.|1.aThink4]]Your controls still weren’t working, but the Eva moved. Unit 01 was moving on its own. It pushed itself off the street and let out a roar. You didn’t even know the Angels could make a sound, yet here it was, screaming into the night.
All you could do was sit within Unit 01 and watch as it leapt forward, breaking through the Angel’s defenses and tackling it into a building, glass shattering and bricks crumbling. You still don’t know if that building was evacuated.
[[Unit 01 didn’t seem to worry.|1.aThink5]]The Eva held the Angel down and tore at its torso. Blue blood splattered the street. Intestines the size of subway cars spilled out. Unit 01 wrenched apart the Angel’s ribcage, bones snapping like tree branches. It broke off a rib, taking it like a cudgel and beat the Angel’s core with its own rib. Snarling.
You could feel the core cracking. The weight of each strike shook you. Rattled your brain. You wanted it to stop, but there was nothing to do but watch.
[[Then, the Angel self-destructed.|1.aThink6]](if: ((passage:)'s tags contains "checkpoint"))[(save-game: "Autosave") (align:"==>")+(box:"XXX=======")[//Checkpoint//]]
After your training session ends, you're brought into the control room. A dozen NERV technicians look at monitors and type on keyboards. The other two pilots, Rei Ayanami and Asuka are already there. (if: $metrei is "true") [Rei looks like she's recovered, bandage-free.] Both are dressed in their skin-tight plug suits, same as you. By now, you're mostly used to how they look in them.
Mostly.
Misato enters the room and goes over everyone's results. Rei scored a 12.
"Ms. Perfect," Asuka mutters. She got a 10.5.
When Misato says your score, (if: $tscore is "high") [Asuka glares at you.] (elseif: $tscore is "good") [Asuka mutters, "Almost there, Shinji."] (elseif: $tscore is "not bad") [Asuka mutters, "Yeah, that sounds about right."] (else:) [Asuka smiles. "Wow," she says. "That's bad. Even for an idiot like you."]
[[Say something to her|2.Nsay]]
[[Ignore it|2.Nignore]]
(if: $reiLore is not "true") [(set: $reiLore to "true")(text-style:"smear")[(align:"==>")+(box:"===XXXXXXX")[Lore updated]]]Game saved!
(set: $savegame to true)
[[Return to Menu|Menu]]
(link-goto: "Leave Menu", $lastPassage)(if: $autosave is not 0) [(link: "Load Autosave")[(load-game: "Autosave")]](else:) [No autosave data]
(if: $savegame is not 0) [(link: "Load Save Slot A")[(load-game: "Slot A")]]
(else:) [Save Slot A empty]You inhale.
You think of [[Misasto|2.tMisato]] | [[Asuka|2.tAsuka]] | [[Tokyo-3|2.tCity]].You inhale.
Your body continues to shake.
The memories don't go away, but they don't need to. All you know is that they can't hurt you, and you can't change the past.
You tell yourself that.
The image of Unit 01's eye flashes through your mind again. You grip the Eva's controls and let go of the breath you've been holding. When you do, your body is a little steadier.
[[You're ready.|2.trainingtut1]]
(set: $center to true)
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Trauma - 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $trauma to $trauma - 1)]You think of Misato's smile. Her warmth. The commanding presence she has while here, at NERV.
You don't want to let her down.
You exhale.
[[You're ready|2.trainingtut
(set: $distraction to "Misato")
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude + 1)]You think of Asuka. The way she looks at you as though you're a puppy in need of training. How much you hate it when she calls you an idiot.
You want to prove her wrong.
You exhale.
[[You're ready.|2.trainingtut1]]
(set: $distraction to "Asuka")
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude + 1)]You think of the overlook and its view of Tokyo-3. The sight of it moving back from its defensive position. The place really is a fortress.
And you, its defender.
You exhale.
[[You're ready.|2.trainingtut1]]
(set: $distraction to "city")
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude + 1)]You take a breath.
You're still shaky.
But you'll just have to deal with it.
[[You're ready.|2.trainingtut1]]In the quiet hum of a locker room, you change out of your plug suit and back into your school uniform. The shirt is too big, and the pants are loose. Overall, much more comfortable.
(if: $mood is "pissed") [You try not to think about Asuka, but she's been worse than usual lately. You're not sure what you've done to place yourself so firmly on her bad side, but you're almost certain you won't be able to escape it.] (else:) [Misato's advice makes you think. You'd rather not make any trouble with Asuka, but maybe standing up to her would make her back down. Make her respect you or something. At least, that's what you hope.]
You throw your backpack over your shoulder and leave.
[[You head for the lift|2.nLift]]
"Hey!" you shout. "What's your problem?"
"//My// problem?" Asuka asks. "I don't have any problems, besides being stuck piloting with you!"
Rei barely looks at either of you.
"Knock it off!" Misato orders. "Both of you. You need to learn to get along."
Asuka huffs.
You ball up your fists and turn away.
[[You're dismissed|2.Nchanging]]
(set: $mood to "pissed")"That's enough, Asuka," Misato says, voice stern.
Asuka huffs.
For the rest of your training debrief, Asuka keeps giving you looks. Rei doesn't seem to notice anything is going on.
Misato dismisses the other two but asks you to stay for a moment.
"Shinji," she says, still stern but warm. "You need to stand up for yourself. Don't let Asuka push you around like that."
"Yeah," you say. "Sorry. I will."
Misato doesn't look convinced.
[[You're dismissed|2.Nchanging]]
(set: $mood to "ignored")There's a //ding//. The lift's doors open, and you step inside. You press a button. The doors begin to shut.
[[But a hand stops them.|2.Lasuka]]Asuka pulls herself through the door, slightly out of breath. “I was hoping to catch you!”
You look at her, head cocked in surprise. “Were you running?” you ask.
“How else was I supposed to catch up to you?” She leans against the wall, dressed in her school uniform.
The door closes, this time without an arm stopping it, and the lift begins its ascent.
[[You watch the floors click by|2.lAsuka2]]
[[You say something to Asuka|2.lSay]]The corridors of NERV HQ are empty and lonely. Just as they always are. You call the lift, then wait.
It's just after five o'clock. The rest of the day is yours to do whatever. Most nights, you don't have this much time to yourself. It's almost intimidating. You don't want to waste it, but you also don't know what to do. Nor do you feel like doing much.
[[You decide just to go home|2.nLift2]]
As the lift shudders, Asuka huffs.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I wanted to catch up to you?” she asks.
(if: $mood is 'pissed') [“Not really.”] (else:) [“I guess so.”]
Asuka crosses her arms. “You really are an idiot,” she says. “Didn’t Misato tell you she had to work late tonight?”
“What?” you say. “No, she didn’t mention it.”
“That’s right,” Asuka says, smug. “That means, tonight, we’re going to have the apartment to ourselves.”
[[You’re going to be home alone. With a girl?|2.lAsuka3]]
Your heart skips a beat. Before you can stop them, your thoughts begin to race, and your ears turn red.
As though reading your mind, Asuka glares at you. “Don’t get any weird ideas, you pervert!” she shouts. Your face goes flush. As Asuka turns away, you're not sure if her ears are red too, or if that's just her hair.
Reaching into her backpack, Asuka tells you that Misato gave her something and pulls out a credit card.
[[“Tonight, we’re eating out.”|2.aOrdering]]
In the sweltering October heat, you and Asuka walk back to the apartment. The two of you discuss what you want to eat. She only yells at you once or twice, which is nice. You come to an agreement and decide to get snacks at the convenience store and then order a pizza at home
(Work in progress)"Did..." You swallow your words and look out the window. "Did my father show up? At the hospital, I mean. I don't remember getting any visitors."
"Shinji..." Misato begins. "Your father, Commander Ikari, is a very busy man. I'm sure he would've made it if he had the chance, but running NERV takes up all his time. It's an important responsibility. The whole world is counting on him, just like it is you."
You nod as though in a trance.
You've heard this excuse a hundred times. There's some truth to it. Father is an important man, in charge of NERV, the organization that made the Evangelions-- you know that. But that doesn't numb the pain, either.
Misato glances at you, but you don't meet her eyes.
[[You stay quiet for the rest of the ride|1.csArrive]]
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(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Loneliness + 1]
(if:visits is 1) [(set: $loneliness to $loneliness + 1)]
(set: $gendoLore to "true")
(set: $nervLore to "true")"So what do you want?" you ask, defensive.
"Ha." Asuka crosses her arms. "Don't be so on edge. You think I'm here to yell at you? Don't be stupid."
//All you do is yell at me,// you think, but don't say.
"Didn't Misato tell you she was going to be working late today?" Asuka asks.
You shake your head. "No. She didn't mention it."
"That's right," Asuka says, smug. "That means, tonight, we've got the apartment to ourselves."
[[You’re going to be home alone. With a girl?|2.lAsuka3]]You turn away from the food. Misato is at the front, looking at the television. Behind her, the door to the store is open.
You could leave. Run away from the world and these responsibilities. That might be good for you. It might be easier.
Do you want to leave?
[[No|1.csFood]]
Yes (click: "Yes") [(display: "1.csLook2")]
You turn back to the food.
What do you want?
(link: "Ramen")[(set: $food to "ramen")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Curry")[(set: $food to "curry")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Rice balls")[(set: $food to "rice balls")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Egg sandwich")[(set: $food to "egg sandwich")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
(link: "Fried chicken")[(set: $food to "fried chicken")(goto: "1.csGrabbed")]
Are you sure you can do it?
(text-style:"strike")[Yes] (Fortitude $fortitude / 7)
I don't know
(click: "I don't know") [
You can try. Do you want to try?
(link: "Yes") [(set: $look2 to "yes")(goto: "Run")]
[[No|1.csCoward]]](if: $look2 is "yes") [Quietly, you head out the door. Misato doesn't see you.]
You step out into the summer heat. To the west is the mountains, forest-covered and dense. To the east is the train station, tracks spreading across the country.
Which direction do you go?
[[West]]
[[East]]You head towards the mountains.
The city's sprawl means it's going to take a while to escape, but also that there are a lot of places to lose anyone that might be trying to follow you.
You stick to side streets and climb fences. Every car that passes, you turn your head and watch them from the corner of your eye. None stop.
Without meaning to, you get to your school. The building stands empty, classes done for the day. You think about your classmates and the teachers. The people of Tokyo-3 you're meant to protect. You wonder if it's right to run like this, whether you're abandoning them or freeing yourself. You wonder if both are true.
You stand at the gates of the school and think about it.
[[Keep going]]
[[Stop running]]
(set: $mountains to true)(in progress)(save-game: "Autosave") (align:"==>")+(box:"XXX=======")[//Checkpoint//]
The story autosaves at key points in the story and at vital narrative crossroads.
If you wish to manually save your game, you can do so in the menu.
In the menu, you can also read up on the lore of both the characters and world of Evangelion. Lore is unlocked as you play.
[[Okay|start screen]]
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(text-style:"smear")[(align:"==>")+(box:"===XXXXXXX")[Lore updated]](text-style:"underline")[Prologue]
(text-style:"underline")[Part One]
* (if: $start1 is true) [(link: "Opening") [(load-game: "Start 1")]]
* (if: $csArrive is true) [(link: "Convenience Store") [(load-game: "csArrive")]]
** (if: $Run1 is true) [(link: "Run Away") [(load-game: "Run1")]] (elseif: $csArrive is true and $Car1 is true) [(text-style:"strike")[Run Away]]
* (if: $Car1 is true) [(link: "Car ride") [(load-game: "Car1")]]
* (if: $aArrive1 is true) [(link: "Home") [(load-game: "aArrive1")]]
* (if: $aBed is true or $aBath is true) [(link: "Remember the Fight") [(load-game: "aRemember1")]]<img style:
<img src= 'https://www.dropbox.com/s/61qqzglgf1mwyg7/shinji%20alt.png?dl=1' alt= 'Shinji Ikari' style='float:right;width:18%;height:18%;'>
(text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
Shinji Ikari is the fourteen-year-old pilot of Eva Unit 01. When he was only three years old, his mother died while testing a prototype Evangelion. Following her death, Shinji’s father, Gendo Ikari, abandoned him. Eleven years later, as the commander of NERV, Gendo called for Shinji, but only so he could assign him as pilot of Unit 01. In the face of humanity’s destruction, Shinji felt no choice but to take the responsibility.
It has weighed heavily upon him ever since.
Now, finally in the same city as his father, Shinji lives instead with Misato Katsuragi and fellow pilot, Asuka Langley Sohryu. For the first time in his life, Shinji has people he cares about. Although, living with two women he's attracted to makes him feel conflicted, and he often finds himself caught between his own desire for human warmth and a fear of being hurt and hated.
This conflict dictates most of Shinji’s life. It makes his normally laid back and passive personality more closed-off and reserved. This has made it difficult for Shinji to find his drive, magnified his fight with loneliness, and deepened his fear of failure.
As his life as a pilot continues, Shinji struggles to comes to terms with these issues.The only hope for humanity lies in the hands of the ''Evangelions''-- monstrous, towering mechs designed specifically to take down the Angels. Only specially-chosen children can be trained to pilot an Evangelion.
[[Continue|context 2]] Coward.
(live: 1s) [(goto: "1.csFood")](work in progress)You realize that what you're doing could get everyone here killed.
Something wells up inside you...
[[Guilt]]
{(if: $fortitude is >= 6) [[[Reason (Fortitude : $fortitude / 6)|Reason]]]
(else:) [(text-style:"strike")[Reason] (Fortitude : $fortitude / 6)]}In a few minutes, a black car pulls up. Two men in suits get out and ask if you're Shinji Ikari. You nod.
They push you into their car and shut the door. You wait in there for a while, staring at the creases of your knuckles, trying not to think about what you were doing. How you're a coward.
After some time, another car screeches to a halt. The door opens. It's Misato.
[[And she's upset.|gScold]]Misato yells at you for running away. Not tear-streaked, scared yelling but angry yelling. The yelling of your superior.
"You can't just run away from all of your problems, Shinji!" she shouts. "You have to face them."
You can't look her in the eyes and mutter an apology.
She looks at you like you're broken.
[[Misato drives you home|gRidehome]]
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(if: visits is 1) [(set: $confidence to $confidence -1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Confidence -1]]
(if: visits is 1) [(set: $loneliness to $loneliness +1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Loneliness +1]]You don't say anything.
Misato doesn't drive as fast as she normally does.
After a few minutes, she glances at you. Her face is still tight with anger, but her eyes have softened.
Neither of you say a thing.
[[She takes you home|gHome]]Back at the apartment, Misato sends you to your room.
You grab your tape player and lay down. Your mind is a cemetary.
You don't know how much time passes, but eventually Misato knocks and slides open the door. You keep your back to her.
"Shinji," she says. Her voice is soft. "This burden isn't yours to bear alone. You can talk about it with me, you know." She pauses, as if letting you say something. You don't. She continues, "I may be your commanding officer, but I am your guardian, too. Don't forget that." For a moment, she lingers in the doorway, and then she leaves.
The tape ends. As it rewinds, you roll onto your back.
(if: $look2 is "yes") [[[The sound of the tape spooling resets takes you away|1.aThink2]]]You feel guilty. The responsibility of everyone's lives was in your hands, and you willingly let it go.
You're a coward.
[[You sit and wait to be found.|gMisato]]
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(set: $guilt to true)
(if: visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude -1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude -1]]You understand now. The responsibility you bear-- the safety of everyone around you-- is bigger than yourself. It's a burden, but one you can't just turn away from.
You have to be better.
[[You stand and wait to be found.|rMisato]]
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(set: $reason to "true")
(if: visits is 1) [(set: $fortitude to $fortitude +1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Fortitude +1]]In a few minutes, a black car pulls up. Two men in suits get out and ask if you're Shinji Ikari. You tell them you are.
They order you to get in their car and shut the door when you do. You wait in there, staring out the window. The clouds are thin and whispy today. They look nice.
After some time, another car screeches to a halt. The door opens. It's Misato.
[[And she's upset.|rScold]]Misato yells at you for running away. Not tear-streaked, scared yelling but angry yelling. The yelling of your superior. It doesn't surprise you.
"You can't just run away from all of your problems, Shinji!" she shouts. "You have to face them."
"I know," you say. You hold her eye contact, though her anger makes you want to look away. "And I'm sorry for running. But I won't do it again."
Misato looks at you, head cocked, mouth slightly open.
"I won't," you assure her.
After a moment, Misato exhales. Her shoulders loosen. "Well good," she says, collecting herself. Her voice gets stern again. "You better not."
[[Misato drives you home|rRidehome]]You stare out the window, like usual. The buildings don't pass by as quickly as they normally do when Misato's driving.
You look at her. She looks distant, focus beyond the road, movements slow. She keeps tapping her thumb against the steering wheel, as though to a rhythm. But there's no music.
"Misato," you say. "Is everything okay?"
"You just ran away from home, Shinji!" she shouts. "No. Everything is not okay." She glances at you. Her eyes are red. "Do you know how worried I was? What if you were dead? What if you never came back?"
Your heart drops. When you left, you hadn't considered that you might be hurting Misato. You were too busy thinking of yourself and everyone else, but not those closest to you. You feel selfish. Guilt sets in.
"I guess I didn't think about that," you confess.
Misato wipes snot from her nose and keeps driving.
[[In a few minutes, you're home|rHome]]Back at the apartment, Misato sends you to your room.
You grab your tape player and lay down. Your mind is a cemetary.
You don't know how much time passes, but eventually Misato knocks and slides open the door. You keep your back to her.
"Shinji," she says. Her voice is soft. "This burden isn't yours to bear alone. You can talk about it with me, you know." She pauses, as if letting you say something. You don't. She continues, "I may be your commanding officer, but I am your guardian, too. Don't forget that." For a moment, she lingers in the doorway.
You roll over.
"I'm sorry," you tell her. "And thank you."
You see the glimmer of a smile on her face. "Goodnight," she says, sliding your door shut.
Your tape ends, and the music stops. You begin to rewind it.
(if: $look2 is "yes") [[[The sound of the tape spooling resets takes you away|1.aThink2]]]
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(if: visits is 1) [(set: $loneliness to $loneliness -1)(align:"==>")+(box:"==XXX")[Loneliness -1]]