Less terrifying, more chaotic (•̀ᴗ•́)و
Codrille composer: Cosmic Eldritch Vaudeville
Art style: somewhere between cosmic awe and a doodle gone wrong
•́Fueled by hot chocolate
•́Chaosdivergent
•́Thinking in tentacles
Isolation hits different when the walls start watching you back.
We slipped into Shinji’s tiny Tokyo apartment — a place that feels more like a shrinking prison cell than a home — and something in the dark… already knew our name.
Isolation hits different when the walls start watching you back.
We slipped into Shinji’s tiny Tokyo apartment — a place that feels more like a shrinking prison cell than a home — and something in the dark… already knew our name.
BrokenLore: FOLLOW is a psychological horror prelude to UNFOLLOW — the demo pulls us into Anne's world without mercy: surreal visions, metaphorical creatures, and memories that don’t stay where they were left.
BrokenLore: FOLLOW is a psychological horror prelude to UNFOLLOW — the demo pulls us into Anne's world without mercy: surreal visions, metaphorical creatures, and memories that don’t stay where they were left.
A deserted airport that loops forever...
Terminal Shift drops us into a claustrophobic time-loop where each run contains one digit of a ten-digit escape code — and the demo already gives you a taste of that obsession.
A deserted airport that loops forever...
Terminal Shift drops us into a claustrophobic time-loop where each run contains one digit of a ten-digit escape code — and the demo already gives you a taste of that obsession.
Drowned Lake — a survival horror inspired by Brazilian folklore and religious syncretism.
Leopoldo follows the trail of the missing documentarist Bento… and end up dragged into a place where the past refuses to stay buried.
Drowned Lake — a survival horror inspired by Brazilian folklore and religious syncretism.
Leopoldo follows the trail of the missing documentarist Bento… and end up dragged into a place where the past refuses to stay buried.
A shifting mansion, creaking hallways, whispers between the walls — Haunted Bloodlines throws us straight into a place that feels alive enough to be offended you’re even walking inside.
A shifting mansion, creaking hallways, whispers between the walls — Haunted Bloodlines throws us straight into a place that feels alive enough to be offended you’re even walking inside.
Sunflowers growing in our room, a twice-died boy who shouldn’t be here, and a forest that feels like it remembers too much…
Welcome to Nobody Woods – a place hanging between life and death like a half-forgotten dream.
Sunflowers growing in our room, a twice-died boy who shouldn’t be here, and a forest that feels like it remembers too much…
Welcome to Nobody Woods – a place hanging between life and death like a half-forgotten dream.
This world doesn’t shout. It hums.
And something in the distance feels aware of every step
Its exploration wrapped in calm unease — liminal horror with soft edges, a place that feels wrong without ever needing to scream.
This world doesn’t shout. It hums.
And something in the distance feels aware of every step
Its exploration wrapped in calm unease — liminal horror with soft edges, a place that feels wrong without ever needing to scream.
A quiet evening. A family meal. And a mind that won’t stay in one piece.
The Dinner is a short descent into trauma, routine, and the illusion of “getting better.”
A quiet evening. A family meal. And a mind that won’t stay in one piece.
The Dinner is a short descent into trauma, routine, and the illusion of “getting better.”
A basement.
A mother?
Us.
Nima?
And me, desperately dragging little brain-stickers around, trying to pretend I’m someone’s daughter ~(•﹏•)~
This demo is weird, tense, clever, and quietly vicious.
I love it!
A basement.
A mother?
Us.
Nima?
And me, desperately dragging little brain-stickers around, trying to pretend I’m someone’s daughter ~(•﹏•)~
This demo is weird, tense, clever, and quietly vicious.
I love it!
Short demo, but honestly pretty engaging: modern dungeon-crawling mixed with turn-based combat, improvised weapons, tactical choices, and enough claustrophobic hallways to make my tentacles itch.
Short demo, but honestly pretty engaging: modern dungeon-crawling mixed with turn-based combat, improvised weapons, tactical choices, and enough claustrophobic hallways to make my tentacles itch.
The place looks like a lab that forgot why it existed and then there’s this birdboy — a self-proclaimed god with wings, and way too much ego...
The place looks like a lab that forgot why it existed and then there’s this birdboy — a self-proclaimed god with wings, and way too much ego...
I grabbed my little retro handheld to survive a first date — and it went exactly as bad as you’d expect when your attention span’s powered by AA batteries.
I grabbed my little retro handheld to survive a first date — and it went exactly as bad as you’d expect when your attention span’s powered by AA batteries.
A quiet weekend trip.
Just a picnic blanket, Vicky, a book she refuses to put down…
and then nothing makes sense anymore.
A quiet weekend trip.
Just a picnic blanket, Vicky, a book she refuses to put down…
and then nothing makes sense anymore.
Moss, creatures, and a mother who would rather bargain with spirits than accept death.
First area: Forest Of Howling Shadows
Quiet trees, drifting souls, and a giant elk...
Moss, creatures, and a mother who would rather bargain with spirits than accept death.
First area: Forest Of Howling Shadows
Quiet trees, drifting souls, and a giant elk...
Grief, a long drive, a broken home on the cliffs of nowhere — and a doll staring at me through a glass cabinet like it already knows how this ends...
Grief, a long drive, a broken home on the cliffs of nowhere — and a doll staring at me through a glass cabinet like it already knows how this ends...
Family. Faith. Fear.
Three things you can’t escape — especially when they all breathe down your neck (¬_¬ )ノ
Known as "Erstickende Liebe" in German~
Family. Faith. Fear.
Three things you can’t escape — especially when they all breathe down your neck (¬_¬ )ノ
Known as "Erstickende Liebe" in German~
Light isn’t safety. Not here.
And when the Father speaks — about pain as truth, about wounds as cleansing — you feel it.
Not because it’s loud, but because it’s right enough to hurt.
Light isn’t safety. Not here.
And when the Father speaks — about pain as truth, about wounds as cleansing — you feel it.
Not because it’s loud, but because it’s right enough to hurt.
Velvet curtains, red light and a hotel with no windows – I walk through scenes that pretend to end but never really do.
Butler Guillotine invites you into a stage that breathes, rots and watches back.
Velvet curtains, red light and a hotel with no windows – I walk through scenes that pretend to end but never really do.
Butler Guillotine invites you into a stage that breathes, rots and watches back.
Welcome to the company where overtime means afterlife — and no one has a face anymore.
Remember:
A bad employee is a dead employee.
Welcome to the company where overtime means afterlife — and no one has a face anymore.
Remember:
A bad employee is a dead employee.
“I told you, you love me.” It whispers, it insists — and the walls seem to agree.
A weekend meant for rest turns into a quiet interrogation of love, safety, and the kind of comfort that starts to rot from inside.
“I told you, you love me.” It whispers, it insists — and the walls seem to agree.
A weekend meant for rest turns into a quiet interrogation of love, safety, and the kind of comfort that starts to rot from inside.
No sleep. No mercy.
In the last city still standing, people disappear the moment they close their eyes — and those who don’t, are tearing their minds apart trying to stay awake ミ●﹏☉ミ
No sleep. No mercy.
In the last city still standing, people disappear the moment they close their eyes — and those who don’t, are tearing their minds apart trying to stay awake ミ●﹏☉ミ
Fifteen interviews later — I got the job nobody wants — yay...
I check files, reject dreams, and try not to lose the last neuron screaming “this is fine.”
Fifteen interviews later — I got the job nobody wants — yay...
I check files, reject dreams, and try not to lose the last neuron screaming “this is fine.”
Silence is louder underground. (。•́︿•̀。)
We follow Mike — a journalist obsessed with a family tragedy.
And something downstairs keeps calling...
Silence is louder underground. (。•́︿•̀。)
We follow Mike — a journalist obsessed with a family tragedy.
And something downstairs keeps calling...
Mirror, mirror, on the phone… who’s the most broken of them all? ~(‾▿‾)~
This demo whispers that validation isn’t salvation.
Disturbing. Symbolic. Uncomfortably close.
Mirror, mirror, on the phone… who’s the most broken of them all? ~(‾▿‾)~
This demo whispers that validation isn’t salvation.
Disturbing. Symbolic. Uncomfortably close.
When the walls stop making sense, home isn’t safe either.
Eyes grow in cupboards, the fridge breathes, and a wooden father wants his beer back ミ●﹏☉ミ
When the walls stop making sense, home isn’t safe either.
Eyes grow in cupboards, the fridge breathes, and a wooden father wants his beer back ミ●﹏☉ミ