Daniel Svard

Writer of Lost Signals, a dark sci-fi adventure RPG Concept. @LostSignals2089 Make It Happend! 😃

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Lost Signals

Part One: Lore & Worldbuilding Discussion

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Lost Signals - Overview Discussion

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@TheQuartering From is so good 👌🏻 Looking forward to the new season soon!

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[Lost Signals | Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi | Concept @LostSignals2089]

They called it Project Mimir.

Long before the Collapse, The Architects built it beneath our feet—a vast substructure to deploy Nodes, route Aethryn cables, and trace Erubus.

But something changed.

The Consortium hijacked the project. Billionaires. Ghost governments. Black-budget nations. They didn’t build it for the world. They built it for control.

The Undergrid became their secret backbone:

To steer the Signals

To vanish beneath the ash

To survive what they saw coming

Now, in 2089, scavengers stumble into sealed vaults with glyphs no faction claims. Some tunnels flicker with Edenean resonance. Others? Cold steel, welded shut with fear.

And yet... some say they’re still down there.

Sleeping.

Waiting.

Watching.

#LostSignals #GameLore #Undergrid #PostCollapse #NarrativeDesign #IndieDev #SciFiMystery

[Lost Signals | Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi | Concept @LostSignals2089]

The signals are no longer lost—just buried.

Lost Signals is a dark sci-fi RPG & novel concept set in 2089, where ash, static, and fractured hope define Earth’s final days.

Now fully updated:
— World lore & mechanics
— Deep faction conflict & ruins to uncover
— Companion novellas: Ryley, Jace & Alma
— Twin Keystones: one salvation, one trap

It’s not just a game idea anymore. This is a living universe—ripe for story, survival, and something vast beneath it all.

Looking to connect with:
Writers, devs, narrative designers & worldbuilders.
Let’s build the signal together.

#LostSignals #IndieGameDev #NarrativeDesign #SciFi #GameWriting #PostApocalyptic #WritersOfX #Gamedev

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Aethryn Shards – Classified Relics / Origin: Edenean / Status: Unstable

Aethryn Shards are not just remnants—they’re power sources, catalysts, and risks.

These Edenean fragments emit low-frequency pulses, react to proximity, and exhibit organic-like memory imprinting.

Originally believed to be part of the Veymaw-containment lattice, now repurposed—poorly.

Some call them relics.
Others call them warnings the Architects left behind.
Either way—they’re still pulsing.

#LostSignals #AethrynShards #PostApocalypticTech #GameLore #NarrativeDesign #SciFiWeapons #IndieGameDev #Worldbuilding

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Before the fall... there were those who came not to conquer, but to flee.

The Edeneans.
They left behind more than relics. They left a whisper. A hum. And in chasing it, we built Erubus.

We were wrong. We thought it was power. A gift left buried. But the hum was never meant for us. It was a warning. A memory wrapped in static—older than bones, older than stars.

We didn’t hear it clearly. We didn’t want to. So we called it progress. We called it salvation. We fractured the veil. We stirred the dark.

And from the noise... something answered.

#LostSignals #SciFiArt #Cinematic #Edeneans #PostApocalyptic #VisualStorytelling #Gaming

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New location

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They thought it was a the old Node factory. It wasn’t.

Beneath fractured cliffs lies the Spiral Grave—a sunken vault built not to store,
but to forget.

Failed prototypes.
Unstable signal cores.
Echoes that wouldn’t die.

They sealed them with resonance.
Now some of them have started to sing.

#LostSignals #GameDev #Worldbuilding #PostApocalyptic #Horror #IndieGame #SciFi #TheSpiralGrave

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Lost Signals - The Loss Of Lyhra

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Lost Signals - Main Theme

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Ryley´s backstory! :)

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Ryley´s Story

Ryley Kastner didn't buy into destiny. Heroes were fairytales spun for fools around dying fires. Survival—that was real, brutal, unforgiving. Each breath he took in the ash-thickened air reminded him of that.
He’d learned the lesson the night Hollow Point burned.
He was eighteen when it happened.

The Ashborn came quiet as ghosts, blades glinting silver in moonlight, whispers more terrifying than screams. He remembered the sharp silence of Eda’s harmonica, the old woman's voice cracked and urgent: “Go, you stubborn bastard!” She shoved him hard into the shadows.

Then he saw Jace—Jace Kellan, his closest friend. They had shared dreams of escaping together, carving something new out of the ash. Now Jace stood alone, shouting something Ryley couldn’t make out. Jace had a rifle in his hands, firing desperately into the chaos, eyes wild and betrayed as Ryley turned and fled.
That guilt stayed like a splinter beneath his ribs for years.

Nine years later, the splinter still ached as Ryley crouched in a rust-choked gorge, pistol jammed, three raiders closing in. They circled like starving wolves, eyes flickering with hunger. He didn’t plead—he just steadied himself, bitterness settling on his tongue.

This was it, another cold, lonely end in the Lowlands.
Then she appeared—a shadow cutting through the dust and ash, her movements swift, lethal, precise. A knife flashed, once, twice. Raiders dropped before they realized death had come.

She wiped blood from her cheek and offered a hand. Her eyes held a quiet strength he'd never seen before.
“You looked like someone worth saving,” she said simply.

He hesitated only a moment before accepting. Trust was scarce, but death was scarcer, and Ryley wasn’t ready yet.
“Name’s Lyhra,” she said as she pulled him up.
“Ryley,” he replied cautiously.

Ten years passed quicker than ash storms.
They survived together, side-by-side, teaching and learning. Lyhra showed him silence—how to move like the wind, unseen, unheard. Ryley taught her the static, how to coax whispers from corrupted Nodes.
One night, beneath a sky bruised purple by distant static storms, Lyhra held out something small, carefully braided.

“What’s this?” Ryley asked.
“A reminder,” she said quietly. “That we’re still looking for something.”

He saw a flicker in her eyes—a quiet hope tinged with uncertainty. The grass ring was frayed, fragile, woven with stubborn resilience. He tied it to his belt, feeling its gentle weight as a promise.

Present day found them perched on a ridge, the vast emptiness stretching endlessly below. Ash storms rumbled on the horizon, distant static humming in Ryley’s veins. Lyhra watched silently beside him, calm yet alert, always ready.

“You think we'll ever find it?” she asked softly, breaking the quiet.
Ryley’s eyes narrowed against the fading light. “Find what?”
Lyhra shrugged lightly. “Whatever’s out there. Something more than this.”

He took a slow breath, feeling the echoes of past ghosts stirring inside him—Eda’s cracked voice, Jace’s betrayed eyes, Mara’s distant hum—and finally nodded, slow and certain.

“Ain’t much left out there,” he said softly. “But there's gotta be somethin'. Otherwise, what's the point?”
Lyhra offered a faint, weary smile, settling beside him as night reclaimed the Lowlands. Neither spoke again. They didn’t need to.

The silence was shared, comfortable. The darkness fell, heavy yet hopeful, whispers of distant signals crackling softly in their ears. As Ryley tightened his fingers around the frayed grass ring, Mara’s faint whisper drifted through the static, almost too soft to catch:

“Keep going, kin…”

For just a moment, Ryley allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—the world still had something left worth finding.

#LostSignals #NarrativeDesign #GameWriting #PostApocalyptic #SciFiBooks #WritingCommunity #IndieDev

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Writers, Narrative Designers & Game Devs—Let’s Talk Lost Signals

What started as a game concept is now I can even see a novel—set in a post-apocalyptic world haunted by static, ancient signals, and brutal choices.

2089.The Lowlands rot. Factions fight over broken tech. A drifter hunts two Keystones—one leads to salvation. The other, to ruin.

Signal Nodes hum with alien echoes. Ghost cults spread. A cosmic presence—the Veymaw—stirs beneath the soil, whispering through corrupted systems.
Companions will die. One will betray.
And the ending? It’s never the same.

Think Metro meets The Last of Us, with Annihilation’s unease and Lovecraftian dread.

I’m looking to connect with:
– A writer who loves deep sci-fi, character-driven horror, and layered storytelling
– A developer or studio drawn to atmospheric, choice-driven worldbuilding

I have a full concept document—lore, characters, gameplay systems, endings, the whole thing. Just ask.

Tagging creators who might vibe with this world:
@MikeBithell @jayposey @FullbrightGames @HazelightGames @Thunderfulgames @neonGIANTgames @RhiannaPratchett @StunlockStudios @DecayGame

Let’s build something unforgettable.

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���The static isn’t just noise. It’s a memory. A warning. A wound that never healed.”

The world of Lost Signals isn’t just dead—it’s coming apart.

🔹 The Southern Lowlands: A graveyard of rust and ruin, where ash storms choke the sky and Wraiths drift through the fog like forgotten ghosts. Deep underground, something hums like a dying heartbeat.
🔹 Portable Signal Nodes: The last remnants of Erubus, carried by survivors like lifelines. Some still flicker with lost transmissions. Others whisper things no one should hear.
🔹 The Bleedshadows: Tears in reality where time slips, voices echo, and nothing returns the same. Step too close, and you might come back… different.
🔹 The Keystones: Two artifacts. One leads to escape. The other to something far worse. The factions don’t know which is which. Do you?
🔹 The Aymen Ghost: Not a legend. Not a glitch. It’s waking up.

The Lowlands don’t offer safety—only choices. Every step forward costs something.
What are you willing to lose?

#LostSignals #SurviveTheLowlands #TheStaticCalls #concept #IndieGameDev

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Sci-Fi Writers, Game Devs & Narrative Designers—Let’s Talk Storytelling & World-Building

What began as a game concept is now also shaping up into a novel—built on a deep foundation of world-building, lore, and character-driven survival.

The Lowlands choke on static. Signal Nodes hum with salvation or ruin. A scarred drifter hunts two Keystones—one a lifeline, the other a trap. Factions clash, secrets lurk beneath the ash, and something ancient stirs beneath it all.

Think Metro meets The Last of Us, with Lovecraftian undertones and a brutal, choice-driven world.

The foundation is set—but I’m looking for a great writer to help shape it into an unforgettable sci-fi survival novel.

I’m also looking for a game developer who sees potential in this universe—whether as a full project or a collaborative effort.

Authors like @scalzi @ChuckWendig @paolobacigalupi @neilhimself @IndieGameLover @IndieWorldNA—what makes a great survival story work in both games & novels?
Game devs & narrative designers—how do you balance storytelling, world depth & player/reader agency?

If you're a writer or developer who loves dark sci-fi, immersive worlds, and layered storytelling, let’s connect!

#LostSignals #SciFi #GameWriting #IndieGames #NarrativeDesign #SciFiBooks #WritingCommunity #GameDev

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"The trees here don’t grow right. Twisted roots pulse with faint violet light, leaves hum in the wind like static-charged wires, and shadows stretch too long. Some say it’s Aethryn corruption—others whisper of something older, watching from beneath the roots. Whatever the truth, those who enter rarely return the same."

#LostSignals #PostApocalyptic #Aethryn #Survival #TheWarpedForest

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Look here devs and writers!

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Lost Signals: 2089, Ryley hunts Keystones in a wrecked Lowlands—hope or doom? Factions clash, a cosmic force watches.

Full concept ready!

Writers/devs, let’s collab! [email protected] or DM here! (more info in extended bio)

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- The Massacre of Hollow Point -

Hollow Point wasn’t a battleground. It wasn’t a threat. It was a rare place of peace, where people still believed in more than just survival.

Then the Nodeborn came.

No warning. No mercy. They cut through the settlement like a plague, slaughtering everyone in their path. Some fought. Some ran. It didn’t matter. By sunrise, Hollow Point was nothing but smoldering ruins and silence.

Ryley was just a teenager when he watched his home burn. Now, it’s nothing but ash and ghosts.

Peace never lasts.

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Before the Edeneans. Before the Architects. Traces of their presence linger in whispers, in echoes that distort reality itself. The Veymaw was their creation… but why?

#LostSignals #Klyythus #Indiegame #Concept