Recent reviews by catbox

a throbbing excursion of inventory pulsations and unexpected bloody delights
well played, developer.


https://madnukin.itch.io/the-pulse-of-evil
GODOT ENGINE
played in GNU/Linux (proton 5.0-10)

i buy skeletons and dead things, i leave dead and alone


not one single patch or bugfix since launch. (Apr 14, 2023 - Jun 3, 2023)
its indie, i did not expect much. its playable and has a story and interesting game style
i finished the game, somehow. dont ask me just watch someone play it


"TAKE HEED AND BEAR WITNESS TO THE TRUTHS THAT LIE HERE-IN" -- cain

** GNU/Linux steam proton 7.0-6

c t h u l h u
awakens (in retro vision)

https://tim-rachor.itch.io/cotog

its great. open source game engine (GO-DOT)
the developer listens and takes your ideas into consideration to improve the game!
classic look and feel.

played on GNU/Linux

Lime and limpid green, a second scene
Now fights between the blue you once knew
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten

Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam, pow, pow
Stairway scare, Dan Dare, who's there?

Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters under
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters underground

-- Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine (1967) Piper at the Gates of Dawn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOta1fulN1Y

The Dreams in the Witch House (1932-1933)
By H. P. Lovecraft

Whether the dreams brought on the fever or the fever brought on the dreams Walter Gilman did not know. Behind everything crouched the brooding, festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable where he wrote and studied and wrestled with figures and formulae when he was not tossing on the meagre iron bed. His ears were growing sensitive to a preternatural and intolerable degree, and he had long ago stopped the cheap mantel clock whose ticking had come to seem like a thunder of artillery. At night the subtle stirring of the black city outside, the sinister scurrying of rats in the wormy partitions, and the creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house, were enough to give him a sense of strident pandemonium. The darkness always teemed with unexplained sound and yet he sometimes shook with fear lest the noises he heard should subside and allow him to hear certain other, fainter, noises which he suspected were lurking behind them.

He was in the changeless, legend-haunted city of Arkham, with its clustering gambrel roofs that sway and sag over attics where witches hid from the King’s men in the dark, olden days of the Province. Nor was any spot in that city more steeped in macabre memory than the gable room which harboured him for it was this house and this room which had likewise harboured old Keziah Mason, whose flight from Salem Gaol at the last no one was ever able to explain. That was in 1692 the gaoler had gone mad and babbled of a small, white-fanged furry thing which scuttled out of Keziah’s cell, and not even Cotton Mather could explain the curves and angles smeared on the grey stone walls with some red, sticky fluid.

Possibly Gilman ought not to have studied so hard. Non-Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of the Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. Gilman came from Haverhill, but it was only after he had entered college in Arkham that he began to connect his mathematics with the fantastic legends of elder magic. Something in the air of the hoary town worked obscurely on his imagination. The professors at Miskatonic had urged him to slacken up, and had voluntarily cut down his course at several points. Moreover, they had stopped him from consulting the dubious old books on forbidden secrets that were kept under lock and key in a vault at the university library. But all these precautions came late in the day, so that Gilman had some terrible hints from the dreaded Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, the fragmentary Book of Eibon, and the suppressed Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt to correlate with his abstract formulae on the properties of space and the linkage of dimensions known and unknown.

10 minutes of blurry ambient wandering around waiting for death scenes QTE.

no complaints if you died, youre dead. find a shallow grave for your misfortunes!

cool indie FMV horror retro modern V H S with a Video Cassette Recorder interface

GNU/Linux Proton 7.0-5

ive been playing as a dwarf in real life since DF 0.22.107.21a (October 2, 2006)

experience life through the eyes of a dimly lit underground bearded hermit
try to grasp the squiggly lines of randomly assorted congruent characters and colors as blood sprays across your "tiles"
watch as others go absolutely insane from their boredom
put that ... classic audio soundtrack... on repeat for days, weeks, months
drown yourself figuratively in ale and immerse in water to become a legendary planner.

A S K E E (ascii) faux tablet, give the old originals a chance to play
buy this to support a developer group and series you truely admire with respsect.


inspired by RPG, Simulation, Rogue, and text adventures... certainly amalgamation congregated a monumental task

inspiration of 100 years ago, a visual style and narrative story exploration.
simplistic rudimentary early adventure style point and click
hidden complex puzzle assessment figuratively examines intrinsically

"ACT 1"
introductory progression towards a more full character driven experience?