“Roads to the Red Night” is the story of Beckett, a jazz singer and sex worker surviving in the North African fictional city of Khandra under European colonialism. Set in the 1950s, the novel is inspired by the writings of the beat generation, a group of mostly gay authors that revolutionized American literature back in the 50s and 60s, particularly the works of William S. Burroughs, who spent years of his life in Tangiers. Like him, Beckett is a junkie, hooked on a terrible drug called Moloch.
The mechanics are simple: the protagonist can use the drug for short term benefits in his rolls, but the long term consequences of its use can bring problems in the future. Beckett is a messed up anti-hero, but deep down he has a good heart, can you balance his addiction with his chances for redemption?
“Roads to the Red Night” is not a dating sim, but it does have some plot relevant NSFW scenes that are completely optional. The plot is driven by political intrigue and sci fi body horror influenced by the works of
An ordinary evening interrupted by a discovery that could change the course of humanity.
Do you believe in free will?
A short visual novel with one choice created for the Stop Killing Games JAM 2025.
A linear visual novel made in the Videotome ADV engine about rejecting connections, despite, or perhaps because of, how natural they feel. A sequel to the novel, or the action-platformer, or neither, or both.
DistortedCode is a Japanese horror otome game in development for the Nintendo Switch.
"I am––
about to be killed soon."
It's the end of June, and summer vacation is just around the corner.
The students are in high spirits as the longest break of the year approaches. In stark contrast to them is a girl with a cold, resigned look in her eyes.
That girl has a secret.
Debut game from Kit Le Bihan released as part of the O2A2: One of Every Asset game jam 2025. Short visual novel featuring a conversation with an unnamed narrator in a cable car.
Laura's landed the job of her dreams as junior partner to Amy, a trailblazing marketing exec. Laura's convinced she's finally going to make her name and escape the grey mire her life has become. Amy has other plans. A workplace thriller intended for adult audiences. Submitted to the Toxic Yuri VN Jam 2025.
After the tragic death of her ex-girlfriend Yves, Sera finds herself haunted. As Yves’ presence grows stronger, she begins to manipulate Sera’s thoughts—dragging her deeper into a cycle of guilt and longing, and isolating her from those who still care, including her current girlfriend, Irina.
Sunshine Backwards is a distorted, autofictitious stream of consciousness. Sunshine Backwards is time travel, 2d porn, call-out culture, curses, teeth, detransitioning, and sonic creepypastas.
When the boundary between the material and psychic worlds collapsed, for a brief moment anything seemed possible. Crushing reality reasserted itself quickly enough, though.
Argo works gas station night shifts. Maya humps a corpse. Haley is too high to care, she thinks. Roaches just vomited up blood. Can life just slow down? No? Okay, fuck me then. LONER_DOG is the sensation of stumbling your way through your local queer scene when you can't say "no" to people. LONER_DOG is grotesque. LONER_DOG is for those in hiding. LONER_DOG is an account of life. LONER_DOG is any of us and none of us. Forty-six thousand words. For accessibility, the dithering can be disabled in the options menu.
A girl wakes up in a desolate world.
The only other inhabitant of this world is another girl who lies unconscious on the ground.
To figure out the truth of this story, you'll need to connect the dots and unravel the mystery behind the world and the two girls.
Ten Metre Tide is a kinetic novel presented as two interlocking cycles of vignettes.
Features an original story, art, photography, embroidery, collage, and music by kazehai + ppilotco.
You are fast asleep.
You are drifting through the darkness: a seemingly endless abyss from which there is no escape.
There is nothing but the darkness: leagues and fathoms and feet of it...
But you were a person once, you know, before you found yourself in this sorry state. You had a name — perhaps you had several names — and thoughts of your own; feelings, too.
You had friends. A family, perhaps.
You had a life.
You might have had many lives.
You are one, yet you are many. Fragmented, your past dances behind your eyelids like shards of glass: sharp to the touch, and yet...
Will you reach out to touch these broken bits and pieces of your past?
Do you dare?