Grep was born in the Five Points
neighborhood of New York in 1827, which had close to the highest murder rate on
planet earth at that time.
Grep was an orphan, but a lucky
orphan who became an apprentice to a butcher slicing deli meat. He was lucky because most of the city was in
The neighborhood was controlled by a low-level gang called the Old Sixth Ward, which was connected to municipal police and government as well as low level gang members.
There was a group of low-level Irish Criminals known as the Lenny & the Top Hatters, who ran muscle for the Old Sixth Ward, doing things like shaking down local businesses, collecting taxes, and providing protection for the neighborhood from other gangs.
The Top Hatters started showing up at the Butcher’s store on a regular basis demanding money from the butcher in exchange for protection.
The butcher, a proud and honest man, refused. The Top Hatters stomped his lights out, and took what he had from behind the counter. They intimidated him into paying them a monthly stipend for protection from other dangerous elements in the area.
The butcher shop owner was driven deeper and deeper into debt, until he could no longer pay the amount they were expecting each week.
Desperate to turn things around, the butcher decided to stand up to the Top Hatters when they came for the next payment.
After refusing to pay again, the Top Hatters violently dragged the butcher into the kitchen while Grep watched from the coat closet where he had been hiding as the thugs and beat the Butcher into to a pulp.
One particular Top Hatter punched him mercilessly. He had a golden eye and was especially tall with a boxer’s build and wore a top hat.
The thugs held him down, and the man with the golden eye seized the cleaver from the cutting board in the kitchen, held the cleaver up high, and drove it deep into the back of the Butcher’s hand as he let out a blood curdling scream, his hand detached in a bloody mess off his wrist.
The Butcher let out a blood curdling
scream, as the two thugs holding him punched him in the kidneys. The Butcher slumped to the ground in agony
and as he crawled the man with the golden-eye brought the cleaver up above his
head and buried it into the back of the old man’s head.
Blood sprayed everywhere and the Butcher slumped to the ground, but his eyes stayed open looking at Grep through the doorway in terror as the life slowly drained out of his body.
The men quickly emptied the register and looted the butcher’s safe and walked out of the store, laughing.
Grep watched this as the three thugs walked away from the scene of the murder. A hot anger began to burn in his head as he watched the men exit the kitchen door.
With the three men out of the room, he approached the dead body of the Butcher and grabbed the cleaver by the handle that was driven into the back of the Butcher’s head. With tears streaming down his face, he pulled at the handle of the cleaver with all of his might, but it was buried so deep he could not pull it out.
Grep ran back into the freezer, and grabbed one of the chains they used to hang pigs, hurried back into the kitchen, and fastened the chain to the handle of the cleaver.
Grep yanked the chain with all of
his might, and finally pulled it free from the Butcher’s skull. The cleaver splattered blood across his face
as he pulled the cleaver free and he felt himself panting heavily.
Grep exited the kitchen to follow the men, and saw the three of them surrounded by tongues of fire that were now engulfing the room as they used torches to light the building on fire.
Grep wiped his eyes free of the
splattered blood with his forearm and started breathing heavily.
It was then that he felt the strength in his hands from the hundreds of hours he had spent cutting flanks of meat. He felt strong, strong enough to do something about what had just happened.
With newfound courage, he started spinning the cleaver by the newly attached chain in a circle. The men finally took notice Grep and turned to him
Grep hurled the cleaver through the air, still holding on to the chain he had wrapped around his wrist. The cleaver flew through the air sunk into one of the men’s chest with such force, it pierced right through his chest plate.
Having sunk the cleaver into the man, Grep pulled the chain back towards himself, and the man stumbled across the floor towards him. Grep headbutted the man as soon as he came close, and he went sprawling to the ground.
As the other two men began their approach, Grep ripped the cleaver out of the fallen thug’s body, grabbed the heft of the handle and swung the blade blindly at the man approaching man. The cleaver struck clean into the man’s neck, but not before the man was able to swing his torch like a club and thumping Grep on the side of the face and lighting his hair on fire.
With Grep’s Ears ringing, the man with the Golden eye jabbed his fist into Grep’s face, knocking him backwards. With his other hand, the man with the Golden eye drew his knife from his belt and slashed at Grep, who just barely ducked under the blade and lost the grip of his cleaver.
Regaining his footing, Grep was able to move quickly and ran forward with blind fury, grasping the mans jacked and driving him headfirst into the door with all of his might. The man with the Golden eye got stabbed Grep twice in the back of the shoulder, and Grep winced in pain but managed to keep his grip and pinned the man against the door and kneed him in the groin. The man doubled over, but delivered a sharp elbow to the back of Grep’s head, knocking him down.
The fire raged, and Grep’s eyes
looked across the floor, the one man still bleeding out from the chest,
screaming in agony, and the other man who’s head was nearly severed, bleeding
out on the floor.
The man with the golden eye kicked Grep’s ribs, and Grep turned over to catch the mans foot and twisted. The man fell over, and they brawled on the ground. Grep recovered back to his feet and got into a position to block the door. The man with the Golden eye followed suit and stood back up, a full head taller than the sturdy boy blocking his way.
As the heat intensified Grep locked eyes with the man. He surveyed his surroundings and looked towards the window. He flashed smirk at Grep, and leapt through the window out into the streets. Grep quickly yanked the cleaver that was still buried in the man’s neck on the ground, and rushed out the door to chase the man with the golden eye down.
As Grep ran out into the snowy street, the snow was so thick he could barely see. He tried to follow the footprints, sprinting down the street like mad as the fire raged behind him. After following the tracks for ten blocks, he ran into a crowd, where so many feet were shuffling, he could no longer follow the trail.
He had lost him, and the weight of the guilt of not being able to stop the men who killed the butcher began to weigh heavily on Grep. He was breathing heavily, taking deep gulps of cool air under the crushing feeling of sorrow as he walked back towards the butcher shop.
Men from the municipal fire department
were already showing up to put out the blaze.
Grep’s fingers and face went numb, as he watched the frames wreathing
uncontrollably and swallowing the butcher’s store.
On the ground, he noticed the man’s top hat had fallen off. He picked the hat up, looking at it with a detached stare and feeling numb to all of the chaos that surrounded him.
The only thing Grep could now hear in his head was dull ring and as he placed the top hat on his head, having not even noticed all his hair had burned off and walked away into the snowy night in New York.
Super Sprite Fighter has opened a new chapter in development.
The first four characters are officially done and we have broken ground on a new character. We are happy to announce the addition of Greengold, the Goblin Demolitionist to the cast.
The screenshot below is the initial concept work drawn by our new character artist, Fred who runs an independent character art studio in Belgium called Purple Puppet.
Greengold began as a hybrid. Somewhere between a cloak-and-dagger d&d like rogue and an explosives engineer. We began fleshing out some of the details, such as adding a cigarette to give him something permanent he can use to light bombs with and also to add some general style.
After some discussion, we decided that the sneaky rogue and loud, in-your-face explosive archetypes ran against one another. As Fred put it, we had to decide between him sneaky or loud.
We ditched sneaky and leaned fully into the loud aspects of Greengold. As a result, Greengold lost his dagger, but added dynamite and a timed bomb to his arsenal of weapons (still in progress).
After adding some more color to his design, we are steadily making progress on Greengold, who is quickly becoming one of my favorites in the cast.
Evergreen Games has been actively developing Super Sprite Fighter since April 2018. Before active development began, there was about a year of pre-development that took place including concepting characters, finding a character artist (Alex Lenzon), finding an animator (Beau Breems), learning Unity and essentially an entire journey while trying to navigate how to actually finish a game.
Currently, we are finishing animations using Spine 2D for the first four playable characters and polishing the physics engine of the game. Our goal is to produce a local, fun, multiplayer experience.
The characters shown in these updates also have animations which will be uploaded to the site incrementally to show the game development process at Evergreen Games and development of Super Sprite Fighter.
Simona the Vampire Hunter
Simona’s father, ruler of the great kingdom of Midia, led his kingdom through decades of war into an eventual time of peace. It was during this time that Adriella, the Queen of Vampires, hatched a plot in secret with Tynecius, then the Lieutenant to the King, to overthrow Simona’s father and take the Kingdom. The plot spread to infect the officers of the King’s army, and the group betrayed the king, stabbing him several times in the heart. The murderous plot to overthrow her father forced Simona into hiding. Trained in the ways of battle by her father, Simona leads a small contingent of soldiers still loyal to her father. She fights to protect those loyal subjects still faithful to her family name while also seeking revenge on the traitorous Lieutenant and Adriella, who now sits on her father’s throne.