Forsaken Souls: Hidden Ward The letter had no name. No return address. Just a whisper from the past, sealed in paper. Thirteen years had passed since Hawksley Asylum last saw your face. Back then, you tore through its walls and unearthed the dark secrets and horrors buried deep beneath its stone. But time doesn’t bury the […]
Ahmad Salahuddin I got to know Ahmad while trying out Hieroglyph Historian in the Micro May Campaign. And I observed this strong connection to his games with heritage and spirituality, which intrigued me. Curious about his approach and genuinely impressed by the game he created, I reached out to him in June. So here’s my
Lizard’s Lair Being a lizard sounded easy. Slither around, nap on warm rocks, feast on an egg or two. Then I found myself in a twisting lair, where paths altered in every move, snakes lurked around corners, and one wrong turn could trap me for good. Can I score some eggs and somehow make it
Hanzō The Samurai came at night,With orders cold and tight:To steal your weapons in dread of fame,Of a young ninja bound to earn a name. Now, burning with purpose, you slip through moonlit shadows toward the Samurai village. Ten sacred weapons await. One sacred house calls. When you reach it, you will no longer be
Hyperdrive Odyssey There’s a numbing silence in space, far from home… You didn’t come out here chasing trouble. Just distance. A chance to disappear, patch up what’s left of your ship, and maybe yourself. Make a few humble trades. Drift toward a quiet retirement. But peace doesn’t last long on the fringe. The distress signal
Hieroglyph Historian My love for the ancient world might just be the death of me… The moment I stepped into the tomb, I felt it. The shift in the air, the weight of centuries pressing in. Then the tremor. A low groan rolled through the stone beneath my feet, and before I could turn back,
Feral State: Revolt Ever been an unpaid intern?Let me rephrase that. Ever been an unpaid intern for a gang of raiders in a zombie apocalypse? That’s your life now. You and your sibling, once free, are now trapped in a crumbling petrol station, breaking your backs to pay tribute to overlords who barely see you
O.OQUO – The Forgotten Game O.OQUO A name passed without words, but a sound carved into memory, wood, stone, and bones. ○. Two circles. A ritual. A rhythm. A game. A game whispered through generations, carved into the earth by people who never stayed still. A game that traveled across deserts, mountain ranges, firelit camps,
Cinderella at Midnight A poetic race against time. I was nine years old, wrapped up in my quilt at midnight, when I first read Cinderella. I was immersed in a tale that showed me magic comes with limits, and sometimes, you have to make your own escape. And as fate would have it, I find
Cleaning Service Hi. Welcome to the most unusual gig you’ve ever had. The job’s simple- you’re a professional crime scene cleaner. Wipe down every last trace of blood, dodge the security cams, and for the love of freedom, stay out of the cops’ way. The more scenes you clear, the deeper you get pulled in.
