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7DRLs / Re: XENOWARS (7DRL 2015) - SUCCESS
« on: March 15, 2015, 06:23:53 PM »
Fun to play! I just let my underlings do the shooting as I go for the objectives myself. The music makes it feel very epic 
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7DRLs / Re: Hurt Yoghurt (7DRL 2015) - Finished
« on: March 15, 2015, 04:43:49 PM »
Thanks! Glad you like it The music is all made with a tomato can thumb harp from Ouagadougou.
The music is all made with a tomato can thumb harp from Ouagadougou.
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7DRLs / Re: Hurt Yoghurt (7DRL 2015)
« on: March 15, 2015, 04:22:05 AM »
It's in the best shape I can put it in the time available: playable, completable, perhaps challenging, certainly frivolous. Been a satisfying experience getting it to this point!
http://doubledashgames.com/HurtYoghurt/HurtYoghurtWeb.html
Itch Io
http://doubledashgames.com/HurtYoghurt/HurtYoghurtWeb.html
Itch Io
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7DRLs / Hurt Yoghurt (7DRL 2015) - Finished
« on: March 09, 2015, 02:50:04 PM »
PLAY HERE: http://doubledashgames.com/HurtYoghurt/HurtYoghurtWeb.html
In the holy house you sit, like you do for a watch every week, in your sacred tree under the starless sky, by the vats where the food grows, caring for the curdled nourishment of the second mind.
But today is different, today the vats won't hold. You remember the old tales, the rituals that ward off the thing that never happens and now has. You've raised the alarm. This is not the first time, though memory is scant. This yoghurt will grow, relentless, the pores will be filled. But what is it whispering? You've warned the others, they are safe. But you are the one on duty and you know what that means, no matter how you sob.
The relics, the weeping statues, the hearts and livers of your forebears, the ones that have fallen silent but whose roots stretch down past the oldest memories, those few who still speak, you must save the relics.
There is still time, there are things to grab that will help. Spread some salt here to stunt the growth? See: it grows slow on stone, it sprouts up on soil... Spill some vinegar, mess the soil, leave yourself a path out. And what of the lanterns on the wall? You have fire... let that which is formless meet something of its kind.
What can be saved of things immemorial?
And what is it whispering?
What are you when the formless angel spreads itself in its stronger existence?
Hurt Yoghurt - A game about the relationship between man and woman, between individual and society, between mankind and the universe.
In the holy house you sit, like you do for a watch every week, in your sacred tree under the starless sky, by the vats where the food grows, caring for the curdled nourishment of the second mind.
But today is different, today the vats won't hold. You remember the old tales, the rituals that ward off the thing that never happens and now has. You've raised the alarm. This is not the first time, though memory is scant. This yoghurt will grow, relentless, the pores will be filled. But what is it whispering? You've warned the others, they are safe. But you are the one on duty and you know what that means, no matter how you sob.
The relics, the weeping statues, the hearts and livers of your forebears, the ones that have fallen silent but whose roots stretch down past the oldest memories, those few who still speak, you must save the relics.
There is still time, there are things to grab that will help. Spread some salt here to stunt the growth? See: it grows slow on stone, it sprouts up on soil... Spill some vinegar, mess the soil, leave yourself a path out. And what of the lanterns on the wall? You have fire... let that which is formless meet something of its kind.
What can be saved of things immemorial?
And what is it whispering?
What are you when the formless angel spreads itself in its stronger existence?
Hurt Yoghurt - A game about the relationship between man and woman, between individual and society, between mankind and the universe.
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