Popular games built on game engine Twine
"Open Sorcery" is a game about technology, magic and becoming a person.
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.
You have come to this enigmatic house in search of the secret that you know is here. You shall not leave until you find it!
A short interactive narrative set in a fictional country that has recently been invaded. You have the role of the protector – though who you are protecting is part of the choices you make.
I.S.I.S. allows you to play as an indifferent, or malevolent, artificial intelligence trapped on a space station with a single human crew member.
You’re a courier for the resistance, trapped on a university campus under siege. The environment around you is coming apart, fast.
An entry for Cozy Autumn Game Jam 2022. A bite-sized text-based game about what happens when you meet online friends for the first time.
The sky is dark. It is a time of mystery, change and struggle. It is a time of opportunity. In this asymmetric, two-player piece of interactive fiction, you and your partner each take on the role of a leader of a great nation on the last night of a war. A war one side did not even know it was fighting. Will you play as the general of the King’s army, riding north to retake the lands that rebelled against the royal line hundreds of years ago? Or will you play the Dictator of the Republic, who finds herself abandoned in a city wholly unprepared for war, now apparently only able to decide what her last few hours will look like in the city that she loves? Both have little doubt that the city of Alexisgrad will fall tonight. The question that both must ask is how it will fall.
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?
You have many faces. Your form is multiple. You are the cards. Created many years ago, infused with dark magic, you have seen many things. What secrets do you contain? What visions have you conjured up? How will you nudge the hands of fate?
genderfelt is a short interactive zine, in which you read the blog of young person called Anon, going through the process of discovering himself. It focuses on the issue of transmedicalism, and how one can help to pull their peers away from a harmful ideology.
Navigate fraught social situations by day and pull off heists by night as Lady Thalia, the not-actually-aristocratic thief bent on making a mockery of British high society.
Amity Watkins and her girlfriend Li Anderson are seniors in high school in the smallish, obscure town of Foxville, Massachusetts. It's Saturday, only five episodes of Sailor Moon Crystal have been released, and Amity wants to give Li a flower pendant. A Twine story about two girls in love, chatting about life.
A dialog-only interactive fiction game where you play the role of Diplomat Calliope, charged with maintaining good relations with the planet Syzygy.
Come read this Scottish poem from 1926.
A headstrong twelve-year-old detective gets in over her head when she's hired to solve a murder mystery at an internet technology conference.
A twine game about reading.
Esthiru, a 24-year-old truck driver, is waiting for their friend Aston to arrive so they can play fighting games. But what waits for them is more than that. Aston May Die is a piece of yuri interactive fiction about being in love with someone that is dying and about not caring about that, living in the moment.
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.
A short, interactive fiction horror game about moving over and over again. You seem to have a knack for moving into haunted houses and apartments - in fact, every place you've lived in the last year was haunted. You're hoping this new apartment will be different.
A very short game about having an uncomfortable conversation with a vaguely sinister white guy.
Some time, in some country, in some town, there are hundreds if not thousands of people going about their lives, happy and content with who they are. Unfortunately, you are not as lucky. To whom it concerns, you've described yourself as a homosexual purely out of simplicity. But you know for a fact that it's not that simple. You can't explain it, but there has to be a name for it... ...right?