TopsyTriceratops

Today, I had to put down my very loving and caring old cat, Q-Tip. He had always been there for me, rushed to my side when I was sad or crying, and always managed to cheer me up. He'd pretend to cower by my feet and make a little trilling huff to get me to roughhouse and play with him. He absolutely loved being given belly rubs, and was nice to everyone he met (well, except for dogs). Q-Tip was always tender in his approach, and would lie next to me at night to keep me warm and help me feel less alone. He was unlike most cats, and liked being brushed/ petted pretty much anywhere. He even loved being massaged on the lower area of his abdomen,

I'm writing this down, just so the memory isn't lost like everything else. Last night I had a dream, a dream where someone who I knew and had vanished among the vast internet suddenly sent me a note. After being gone for so long, they reached out to me, told me what happened and wanted to get back with me. I know I was ecstatic and I wanted to reply, catch up on things, but then I woke up. Somehow, I know who it was, but I also know...I will never be able to make that reply. To that mystery person...I'm sorry I didn't get back with you.

I'm genuinely curious, to anybody who actually keeps tabs on me. I have ideas for a game, and I need to jot this down before any inspiration vanishes. I was leaning on two different concepts, and may or may not do both if I ever get proper motivation. Both options involve plenty of violence. Concept A: Player is a boy who suffers in school from "The Zero Tolerance Policy", and comes across a Sci-Fi scenario which escalates into vengeance. Concept B: Player is a girl who wakes up without memory, being raised in a junkyard by a poor man who runs the place. Survive making a profit on scrap, avoiding gangs and running into mysterious Sci-Fi