MCDeltaT said:
My idea was an open world RPG. Set during the rapture where the armies of Heaven and Hell use Earth as a battlefield, you play as some of the last remaining humans, however because they drank the blood of a dead demon and angel they can transform into an angel or demon. They would all use melee based weapons as mortal weapons can't hurt angels or demons.
Combat would be like Final Fantasy, random battles, ATB gauge etc. only if a character is knocked out in battle, one of the characters not in battle would take their place. Magic would be involved because of the whole blood drinking thing, but powerful moves and magic would require a charge time after use which gets shorter as you level up.
There would be 8 characters & of which are based on the seven deadly sins, the eighth is just an asshole all round and the main character. They would get recruited by Jesus as demon hunters. The demons would be taken from all sorts of mythology and religious lore (Judas, Anubis, Cerberus) and there would be a total of 16 bosses but only 10 battles are necessary to continue the plot. However the more bosses you beat the more powerful the demon and angel forms would get
At that point the characters would get betrayed and killed and sent to hell where Satan decides he could use your help and so you seek revenge on the angels that betrayed you. Eventually you would find and kill God and Satan and become the new ruler of Heaven, Hell and Earth.
In true RPG fashion there would be super powerful awesome weapons and attacks to find and unlock, and also hidden bosses like The four horsemen and other demon hunters.
So yeah haven't really thought about it much.
This sounds absolutely bad ass. But you forgot about Wormwood and the Locusts
Saint John. Christian Icon, author, psychotropic drug addict.
"And then the angel handed me a little book, and said that I should eat it, that it would taste sweet in my mouth but that it would, being a fucking book, disagree with my stomach. And then I, being a total dumbass, ate the book, you know, as if it were not a fucking book, and it surely did taste sweet in my mouth - not sure if that's the mescaline talking or the psilocybin - and, woo-hah, big fucking surprise, my stomach did not agree with having chewed up leather and hemp and ink inside of it. So then I got a huge stick up my ass, and well, Rome and particularly Emperor Nero had really been getting on my last nerve lately, and I was still waiting for the next Pixies album to come out and had nothing better to do, stuck on this island and all, so I figured I'd invent yellow journalism, but I'd also throw in a bunch of monsters and cosmic happenings that ignorant people a few millenia in the future will assume is a prophecy of nuclear war. Yeah. And so I did that." (paraphrased, The Book of Revelation, "John," who is not a supermodel or member of U2 and yet is still somehow pretentious enough to only use one name)