Another World (video Game) - Plot

Plot

The protagonist of the game is Lester Knight Chaykin, a young genius physicist. In the opening cinematic, Lester arrives at his high-tech underground laboratory in his Ferrari 288 GTO during a thunderstorm and goes to work on his experiment using a particle accelerator, attempting to reconstruct what happened when the universe was born. Immediately before the particles reach their intended destination, a lightning bolt strikes the laboratory and interferes with the accelerator, causing the unforeseen particle fusion and an explosion opening a hole in time and space, teleporting Lester to a barren, alien planet.

After evading a number of dangerous indigenous animals, Lester is captured by a race of humanoid aliens and taken to a subterranean prison camp. Lester escapes along with a nameless alien captive ("Buddy") and the two of them must evade capture whilst travelling through a series of dangerous environments, battling alien soldiers and wild creatures while solving numerous puzzles in order to survive, traversing through the prison complex, a cave system and a tower structure.

In the game's climax, Lester is severely wounded, but manages to save his alien friend from death. "Buddy" picks up the weakened Lester and they escape from the top of the tower on a giant pterodactyl-like creature, flying off to the horizon.

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