Take a shot. Answer honestly. Bare your soul. How well do you know the person sitting across from you, holding the bottle? Some secrets just aren't meant to be shared.
A short horror story.
A mini game I made for the Game Maker's Toolkit game jam!
Play as a little cool boi who use his glasses to manipulate blocks of color to solve puzzles.
Red, yellow, green and blue. One order, one pattern! Beat the puzzles based on that!
A short game. Well more like a short film. Well more like an experimental short film in ever-so-slightly interactive of a format.
Enjoy your walk. Interact with your surroundings. Or don't. Have a forgotten, but hopefully not forgetful, experience.
Watch Dogs is a dog-watching simulation. You sit there and watch the strange dogs as they appear outta no where and move about their business. I've put in two secret commands for kennel owners to help kill and/or grow their kennel.
In Rockin' Night Crusade you're a magical (girl/boy/whatever) out to protect our glorious culture and the American way from devils so the grown ups can have less distractions…
Detritus is a Twine game & formal experiment by Mary Hamilton. It is a work of fiction inspired by real-life experiences. Originally it was just meant to be five short elements, each one using a different mechanic, as a way of teaching the author the medium. It got kinda out of hand.
The game is based on the myth of Orpheus' descent into the underworld. It is played by solving musical puzzles to progress, playing the notes A through G using the keyboard.
It’s another Monday morning. You’re greeted by your favourite emotions: regret for a weekend ill-spent, heartbreak at being wrenched from blissful slumber, and dismay at another thankless week stretched out before you.
So begins the undressing:
* You remove your eye-mask from your face.
* You remove your earplugs from your ears.
* You remove your phone from your mouth.
This isn’t the first time you’ve found it in there, with no memory of having inserted it the night before.
It all started that one morning when you suddenly needed to bolt for the bus after fiddling with your phone, and, unable to put it away in time, you placed it in your mouth, screen downward.
It was only inside for a second, but the taste…! As soon as you’d hopped on the bus, you’d removed, wiped it down, and pocketed it, your tongue burning.
You thought, at the time, that this was the taste of months of finger smears. But, no - it was the taste of pure data.
A taste you’ve begun to crave.