Popular games built on game engine Twine
"Open Sorcery" is a game about technology, magic and becoming a person.
Degrees of Lewdity is a text-based erotic sandbox roleplaying game, currently in development by Vrelnir.
Depression Quest is an interactive fiction game where you play as someone living with depression. You are given a series of everyday life events and have to attempt to manage your illness, relationships, job, and possible treatment. This game aims to show other sufferers of depression that they are not alone in their feelings, and to illustrate to people who may not understand the illness the depths of what it can do to people.
A small interactive fiction about the day of a writer, their routine, their work, their fears, and anxieties...
In It Makes for Painful Work, you spend a few days as a contract worker in a late-capitalist hellscape where you'll do fun things such as customer service, review AI training data, and vote for slogans made by terrible AIs.
Solve puzzles, enlist magic beans, eat soap, plan your escape, and confront the menacing mage who keeps you confined in his tower. Will you keep cracking jokes or learn from your mistakes? Your choices matter.
You are Lucas: a runaway teen in New York City’s Union Square, trying to make it to the hospital— with a dead phone and no money —before your father dies from cancer. This is a story about losing the fear to ask others for help, and the dangers of going it alone.
Follow user StaircaseHaven14 on a Neopets-esque site called Ruffians as she faces life's challenges, RPs with her long-distance BFF (or more than BFF?) Bee, and encounters familial hardship, from age 8 to 18.
How to Train Your Human is a video game about cats using themselves as sleeper agent weapons to take down humanity.
Reflections of a postmodern vampire.
The Uncle Who Works for Nintendo is a Twine horror game created by developer, Michael Lutz and illustrator, Kim Parker.
An interactive novel: weird, confusing, icy. Everything gained is loss. What is held bleeds as one wrings what matters most. We are all trapped in our desires' viscera, my skin, a mail impervious to x falling in snapped shapes. Totality, what terror springs upon its pilgrims, is it not best to seek a single perfect second and winter eternity there? And yet we fill up the faulty ongoing. Hunt my formerality and ravage me, dump my scarred corpse in the water, assume my guise veins, live my life as this lingering simulacrum in search of the apex moment before ultimate decay, ultimate disgrace, I am not revealed to be who possesses me. Trapped by my own momentum a molten enshaming. Shortfuse forcer bundled broken on the cliff I could not beg summits from besensed for the moment the sun pierces briefly the great and gray to bask the fallen silent forever in split warmth until unto rainy ages time consigns the corpse. She whose name I would not wish to whisper lest she overhear my bent spine snapping, her close passage is the light by which this longing to thrust forth shoots rootless shoots through ribcage mine to slipping freedom, some foreign unseen where could I congeal again new fleshlies no longer lying in yesteryear filths. Anchors forestalling my mind its free flight, I opened my mouth to choke on squalls, to taste what presumes not death.
You're lost in a dark and strange place that defies logic, what makes it worse is that you're followed and preyed upon by unknown forces. Find your way through the catacombs of this horror text adventure as you struggle to survive with your life and your sanity intact.
A breath born of boredom rises in the wintry sky. Hooves and bells approach. The school bus is late.
You've been out there for a while. Now it's time to come home.
You thought you were fluent at Galactic Basic, but no one seems to understand you when you say "I'm not interested in guys!" Your lasgun ends up having to do the talking for you. The number of star systems you've had to flee you can count on your knuckles. Well, enough! You've heard rumors of a secret paradise planet where people like you can be people like you, a glittering world where women walk arm-in-arm with women, where you can feel the heat of a lady's reciprocating gaze without having to feel the burn of a thousand judgemental stares on your skin. Lesbionica. The gay planet. Let's find it.
To a town by a crater lake, a traveller comes.
Neotrogla is a Twine horror story about discomfort in who you are, urban decay, weird hobbies, and bugs. Written for the SCREAM JAM 2022+1 in a little under a week.
Newly hired by Reparative Faith Counseling, you take your first unsupervised client. How the sessions go is up to you. Play, experiment, share, feel the feels!
What follows is a tale of neither predetermined tragedy or comedy. You are Detective Clean, the most respected and feared crime fighter in Mupuqolis.
A saucy sci-fi population management game, with lashings of transhumanism and transformation fetishism.
A hole-based economy and a venison-based diet. You and your dog. And a turnip.
—our company mission to provide grieving families with accurate, compassionate simulations of their deceased loved ones— You! Winnifred Meyer. Remember? You are Winnifred Meyer, and you died at age twenty-six in a car accident.
Draw Nine puts you in the role of a magician whose powers depend on a pack of magic cards. These can help or harm, but the selection available to you is determined randomly at the start of the game. Since you cannot choose your cards, you must find the path through the world that makes the most of the powers at your disposal.