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.
The high priest of an obscure cult is preparing a ritual. Don the priest’s sacred mantle, for these holy labors are yours to direct. You may carve a votive, lead a prayer, or make a sacrifice — but you must see to the task with care. Unearthly eyes gaze down upon you from the sea above. Will your devotion reach them? Does it matter?
A gothic mystery game in which you rely on your environment to uncover the truth. Contains religious content, multiple endings, optional audio, and lots of Latin.
A short story about food, belonging, and seeking home. Text your friend, call your mum, and search for congee on this rainy night.
We are haunted by the houses of our childhood. How unfamiliar they are, when we return. Yet you never forget, do you? You never really forget. A Southern Gothic horror story. Remember, of all the masks we wear, it's the final one that matters.
An investigative Interactive Fiction journey into the unknown.
It is year 2888 and the home planet earth is a wasteland. Your mission is to eradicate evil space bees and make full safety for humans all over.
an interactive essay on memes, labels, cauterization, and the decay beyond idealism.
Everyone who’s anyone summers in France - which means master thief Lady Thalia is there too, attending garden parties by day and stealing masterpieces by night. Unfortunately, this holiday is less than restful, as she crosses paths with foes both old and new. Case your targets, steal works of art, and team up with your Scotland Yard nemesis in this puzzle-based Twine game.
The only game that will turn you into a woman. A compilation of award-winning hypertext fiction by Porpentine Charity Heartscape.
A mystery told five paragraphs at a time.
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.
A maiden leads a unicorn hunt.
it speaks to you in a voice of a birdmany-limbed bird like an angel
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.
A derelict vessel drifts slowly closer and closer to a red sun, a massive seed in its depths the only clue to the starship's fate...
Earth Year 2952: the corsair crew of the Oblivion spaceship gets attacked by some mysterious kidnappers, but they leave behind the Captain, Ivory Joyner, who is determined to take them back; in the meantime, her Second in Command, Nathaniel Shada, is making up a plan to get everyone back on the Oblivion. Will the two of them succeed? Fight // Flight is a short interactive novel divided in 6 chapters, with two POVs.
So, Agent! Are you a bad enough Trusted Internet Investigator to conduct a "Knock-and-Talk" with ███████ (henceforth known as "The Subject")?
A short game where you play as a content moderator with your job being to look for and remove lewd selfies. You're shown a mix of Christmas-themed photos & have to decide whether they need to be removed according to the strict guidelines your boss gives you.
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.