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　　You awaken with no memory of who you are, greeted by a surreal world where myth and history are entangled, and fairy tales live. Ides of Marche is a turn-based, open world fantasy PG of the R variety, where you must learn by discovery, trial, and a great deal of error. Many party members await, and many choices, which often seal the fate of those you may have called friend in some other lifetime. Unlock the secrets of the past, fae pacts and occult rituals, as you delve deeper into the sprawling, Marchen dungeons below, all in search of your lost identity...

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　　There is a place where memories go

　　When no one else remembers them

　　If only we could make a trap

　　And catch the falling moments

　　Accumulated in a rotten mass

　　A forever spiral of everything

　　Until it becomes nothing

　　We're addicted to the sludge

　　Of memories forgotten

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　　There are friends in the party; people I know, or once knew, or will once knew when they're forgotten, too; or more than likely I am. They're the little sparks of living souls, of those who once existed, or will have once existed, when at last the end takes them. But stories and characters, places and things, hold importance to me, and held such importance to them. This game may be all that's left. The stories may be all that's left. If I could have a grave of any kind, I'd like to be buried in a rogue dungeon, filled with everything.

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