Michael Demmendaal

Narrative Developer and Writer

United States

College graduate pursuing a career in narrative Development or script writing. BA in Creative Writing and minor in Media Arts. Formerly the Assistant Writing Manager for DVNC and a script writer for Caution Ready Games on their Frontier Planets series.

Portfolio
DVNC Tech
Monochrome RPG - Script Excerpt

An excerpt from the script for the Monochrome RPG, available on Steam. I worked for DVNC as their Assistant Writing Manager until they closed their doors in 2024.

Self-Published Radio Play
11/10/2023
Cosmic Riff - Episode 2

The second Episode of a radio play I created, wrote, directed, and voice acted for. Cosmic Riff was made in collaboration with around 15 other voice actors, sound designers, musicians, and artists. If you're tired of reading, listen to this episode instead: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=8DWvc6iJ1dw

DVNC Tech
Taskslayerz Webcomic - Script

The script for a webcomic I wrote for DVNC's Taskslayerz Task Management app, building the world and lore and offering a "Saturday Morning Cartoon" vibe to the narrative.

DVNC Tech
10/27/2022
Rosett Tutorial - Script Excerpt

A small excerpt of a tutorial script I wrote for the upcoming game Rosett. This is a flashback from the games protagonist, Julian, a trans heroin/princess who has difficulty harnessing Manites, the magical energy that transfuses the world.

DVNC Tech - Rosett
12/14/2022
Rosett Follower Flavor Text

An excerpt of flavor text for our 0 and 1 star followers for DVNC's upcoming title Rosett. This was a collaboration between myself and two other writers, I created and wrote the text for the Scrapper and the Cloth, and helped edit the others as well.

A Poor Man's Apotheosis
07/20/2022
Seasons

It was summer. The world was full of life and laughter and light and the darkest parts of the long night were far away. It was purely an event just to sit outside and soak up the sun, unfettered fr...

A Poor Man's Apotheosis
08/08/2022
Machine Oasis

The orange fire of the dying sun baked the world into a quiet and still submission. Nothing dared move or breathe within miles in any direction. Save a single lone figure. The dust that rose with every footstep lingered in the air for but a moment, then settled back down into leftover tattered footprints.