The Way We Left, by Elien Pathcarver
I was not born in the undergrounds.
But I had gotten used to them.
Maybe... maybe they had even become my home.
TW: blood, gore, death
An interactive fiction scroll, quilled by these alphabetical grenblyns:
- alyyyd: drawings and some css
- fae.exe: writing & inky sorcery
- Grizembrrr: writing
- Nuelijarma: tunes and echoes
Written in ink (the programming language, I mean).
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Damn, this really hit me in the feels! I loved the atmosphere, the narration was well written and detailed, and the drawings were a perfect match for the story!
Wow, this is fantastic! The art and format are terrific, really drawing me into the setting. The music's changes made me feel more and less tense as I read (wrote). The writing itself is so free-flowing and yet so poignant. One of my biggest fears, what brings on my depression the most, is a loss of purpose. I smashed that "I hope you purpose" option in a heartbeat lol.
Really fantastic work, let alone in a 72-hour jam!
- ✨Beth
The atmosphere of the story is incredibly managed in so many levels! The illustrations are beautiful, the sound design gave me the chill, and the narration is extremlly rich and punchy.
I loved every bit of it ✨