Level up your house parties and game nights with Joke's On Us, an online party game that will keep everyone laughing all night and the next week after. Use your phone as a controller to play five unique joke-writing and reaction game modes, with a little help from a semi-delinquent raccoon who may or may not be trying to move in with you. Play with up to 10 people, toggle NSFW content, and choose from several expansion packs for a new experience every time you play. Have a blast!
Pickering Station, Antarctica: A place of science, knowledge, and deep isolation. When the last plane leaves for the winter, you and your colleagues may as well be on Mars. At least this winter-over has gone well so far — or as well as can be expected with a dozen or so eccentrics locked up together.
But then someone turns up dead...
You have ten days until the next plane arrives and law enforcement takes over the investigation, and by then the perpetrator will have covered their tracks. Can you bring them to justice first? And can you keep your sanity in the process?
An interactive novel: weird, confusing, icy.
Everything gained is loss. What is held bleeds as one wrings what matters most. We are all trapped in our desires' viscera, my skin, a mail impervious to x falling in snapped shapes. Totality, what terror springs upon its pilgrims, is it not best to seek a single perfect second and winter eternity there? And yet we fill up the faulty ongoing. Hunt my formerality and ravage me, dump my scarred corpse in the water, assume my guise veins, live my life as this lingering simulacrum in search of the apex moment before ultimate decay, ultimate disgrace, I am not revealed to be who possesses me. Trapped by my own momentum a molten enshaming. Shortfuse forcer bundled broken on the cliff I could not beg summits from besensed for the moment the sun pierces briefly the great and gray to bask the fallen silent forever in split warmth until unto rainy ages time consigns the corpse. She whose name I would not wish to whisper lest she overhear my bent spine snapping, her close passage
Why should we survive this, who would be there if we did? Do you feel from your statues? In your busts, do you dream? Why not die, if it kills you not to? The problem for a queen is she is one place, one people, incarnated godhood chained to a self worship. We feel as we do, forced to be a mastery, the master in the mirror is the medium, autochthon artist, but I, I am an undefined, protean in describabbles, those who resist my boundless empress me in compass, I am all the unknown in the bleeding to reach. Ghosts dance my polytones, the bones of my colossus bridge my whys keystones. Why should you see me as who I am, when that has never been enough for me?
Queenlash is an interactive novel about the life of Cleopatra told from the perspectives of eight women.
88 Constellations for Wittgenstein (to be played with the Left Hand) is an interactive, non-linear net.art piece that explores the life and philosophy of Ludwig Wittgenstein through a series of animated vignettes created in Flash. Each of the 88 sections corresponds to one of the 88 constellations in the night sky. Each constellation becomes a navigation device for the viewer to negotiate the associative relationships between these vignettes. As well, viewers can interact with each collaged animation using their left hand to trigger events from the computer keyboard. This work considers questions that Ludwig Wittgenstein pondered in his career as a philosopher: logic, language, the nature of thinking, and the limits of knowledge -- all in relation to our contemporary digital world.
You thought you were fluent at Galactic Basic, but no one seems to understand you when you say "I'm not interested in guys!" Your lasgun ends up having to do the talking for you. The number of star systems you've had to flee you can count on your knuckles.
Well, enough! You've heard rumors of a secret paradise planet where people like you can be people like you, a glittering world where women walk arm-in-arm with women, where you can feel the heat of a lady's reciprocating gaze without having to feel the burn of a thousand judgemental stares on your skin.
Lesbionica. The gay planet. Let's find it.
Cowz.io is a multiplayer ARPG inspired by games like Diablo 2 and Path of Exile. Fight enemies and collect loot with other players to grow your character for even greater challenges!
Battle for survival in this fast-paced, free-for-all wizard duel inspired by the classic Warlocks custom map!
Play directly in your browser—no downloads, no login. Up to 8 players join a chaotic arena, hurling fireballs, dodging knockback, and fighting to stay inside the safe zone as the outer ring closes in.
Each match is pure skill: move, aim, and survive. Sync-safe multiplayer means every action counts and every hit is real.
Create custom lobbies or jump into instant FFA battles with friends or strangers. Supports real-time movement, server-authoritative logic, and smooth performance—even across Europe.
A daily guessing game where players aim to guess which Google searches are made more frequently, which musicians have more monthly Spotify streams, and which movies have a higher rating out of 10.
If We Were Allowed To Visit is an anthology of interactive poems by Gemma Mahadeo rendered by Ian MacLarty.
As you move through the game's environment, the poems are rearranged into the shapes of the objects they're about, each frame becoming a new generative poem.
You were a struggling college student looking for a way out. What you found was far, far more. Plunge into the epic world of New Delphine, a kingdom awaiting its salvation at the hands of its rightful king. A sublimely, scandalously subversive dark fantasy ballad of warring brothers and the women caught in the crossfire rife with juicy plot twists and turns guaranteed to keep you on the edge of... your seat.
Way out west, in the most lonesome of reaches, strange things are afoot. Cowboys around campfires tell ghost stories and tall tales, speak of impossible, supernatural things. They say the devil walks amongst men. They say he'll grant you impossible wishes at the cost of your eternal soul. They say he can bring dead men back to life.
They say that somewhere out where the wind whispers secrets, there roams a cowboy who can't die. Abandoned by God and the devil alike, left to wander the range, forever searching for something. For someone - that accursed devil or a merciful angel or a lost love or death itself. And when the cowboy finds who he's looking for - there'll be hell to pay.
The Revenant's Lament, they call this tale of woe, the unfortunate ballad of John Cassidy King.
Free short web game about 2025 local NYC politics. But why should New Yorkers have all the fun? Now, through the timeless magic of video games, anyone can Don't Rank Cuomo!