
Hellpoint was released exactly two years ago. What a journey it has been for our team here at Cradle Games! There have been good times and we've obviously had some really tough times, but it is a journey that will forever be in our hearts. The journey that clearly would not mean much without all of you, hellspawns.
Last week, we decided to start the celebration of this occasion with the "Tell your story" contest. Many great tales were shared, but we had to choose only one. It was not easy, yet here we are, announcing that one Triumphant Hellspawn.
"I had been scoffed at by the Ministry for voicing my will to commune with the Undisturbed Defas Nemundis. To them, I was little more than a prideful underling born from a bio-capsule. A whelp, with no chance of surviving an encounter with a Cosmic God. Perhaps, to an extent, they were right. Beneath my suit and Preterhuman exoskeleton, I was still just flesh and blood. Nonetheless, I wouldn't give up my aspiration to become so much more... I eventually convinced that court of dogmatic charlatans to open the door to the Undisturbed's chamber. I entered without fear, confronting the immense, otherworldly being with firm resolve. The plasma torch of my Heater Spear flared to life as I charged forward, landing a decisive first blow on the entity. I dodged out of the way of a sweeping counterattack, keeping my distance as the Undisturbed slowly floated forward. The heavy impacts of my spear worked well enough against its corporeal manifestation, but the weapon I relied on the most lay in my other hand. The Artillery OTX prototype proved its worth in this fight, laying waste to the Undisturbed with its azure volleys of radioactive plasma. Perhaps, in the realm it originated from, the Cosmic God would have been immune to such trifling energies, but here, in the corporeal world, radiation burned through its form just as quickly as any other unnatural beast I had come across. But the Undisturbed was no pushover. Far from it. Neither the heat of the Ashen Born, nor the demented antics of the Master of Puppets, could compare to the threat posed by this entity. The bulk of my weapons and exoskeleton hampered my agility, making it easy for the entity to land hits when my greediness got the better of me. My cybernetic armor offered little protection as its violent projections ripped through me at the atomic level, boiling my insides with a rapid accumulation of radioactive particles. As the damage grew more intense, I threw out clouds of nanobots to keep my body intact. Those steadfast little machines had saved me plenty of times before, but even they struggled to heal the festering wounds I was suffering. Our battle dragged on, and my resilience was put to the ultimate test. Our bodies seethed with neutron emissions as radiation rapidly sapped away our strength, and soon enough, my ability to heal had run dry. A distressing click from my cannon indicated I had run out of energy, too, leaving me with hardly any options against my foe. The Undisturbed hovered before me stoically, unabated by the radiation coursing through its form. I dared not risk another close-range strike. I wouldn't survive another hit, myself! Luckily, at that moment, fate chose to intervene. The defeat of the Undisturbed Defas Nemundis came not from a final blow, but the simple and unwavering effects of the debilitating energies I had built up in it. The Cosmic God assumed a meditative pose as its body disintegrated, returning to the reality from whence it came. I stumbled towards the nearby Breach as it opened, healing myself just as the grip of death had nearly closed around me. My cells were still roiling with radiation, but I would now survive long enough to recover from it. A wealth of otherworldly knowledge poured into my mind, joining that which I had already gleaned from the other two Cosmic Gods. The voice of the Author echoed in my mind one last time, cutting its connection as the "corruption" of the data I had gathered grew too great. I chuckled at this, finding it rather ironic that such an immensely-powerful machine could not grasp the nature of the knowledge I had accumulated. Perhaps it was finally time to meet my maker... The Order of the Prying Eye was right. AI would take its rightful place as God, and I would gladly assist it. For I knew there would be no greater pleasure than slaying a God of my own design."