Popular games built on game engine Twine

06.05.2016

"Open Sorcery" is a game about technology, magic and becoming a person.

15.06.2021

Degrees of Lewdity is a text-based erotic sandbox roleplaying game, currently in development by Vrelnir.

14.02.2013

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.

07.08.2020

An investigative Interactive Fiction journey into the unknown.

29.09.2013

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.

01.11.2024

On your way home one gloomy night, you find a book on the sidewalk titled "Don't Open This Book." Do you? Your choices will change not just what happens, but what has happened. Is this a mystery, a family story, horror, science fiction? Genre Issues meet Daddy Issues in this meditative fiction journey.

01.09.2024

You have three seconds to kill your former friend. The nuns and sacred algorithms have willed it. And no matter how much you want to save her, you can’t.

01.07.2013

Horse Master: The Game of Horse Mastery is a horse management sim, crossed with Cronenbergian body horror.

01.10.2018

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?

06.04.2024

"PoeticRambling" is coded as a layered ramble in Twine. With an interactive fiction approach to a ramble that happens to rhyme.

14.02.2021

Painting a picture of love, but with a palette precariously limited by language. A short interactive poem which placed second in the Valentwine's Game Jam. It has music and sound, so I strongly recommend having the volume on.

31.12.2013

Take a shot. Answer honestly. Bare your soul. How well do you know the person sitting across from you, holding the bottle? Some secrets just aren't meant to be shared. A short horror story.

22.08.2022

It is forbidden to leave peklo. point & click graphic adventure made in twine for the Women Gamejam 2022.

01.09.2024

In Verses, you play as Eca: a data analyst working in a laboratory on the coast of far-future Romania. The land around you is grey and dead, the residents sickened and mutated by the poisonous soil or swept up into endless war. But your job is not to save the world — rather to understand it, digging deeply into the meaning of objects, organisms, and poems. Keep your mind clear and open. Be a conduit. Stay hungry.

22.02.2022

"In FLATSPACE, on HJÖ, where HJÖRIANS live in DOMES in symbiosis with RAINCOATS...you'll find MR.RAINER'S SOLVE-IT SERVICE. You've got a problem - we solve it." One day, HEINO's partner dies. He gets a new one.

01.05.2021

Explore a mysterious graveyard and its secrets before your time runs out. But be wary — not everything is as it seems.

30.10.2017

Little is a small, choice-based text adventure. The game is a La Petite Mort entry for Ectocomp 2017.

23.02.2018

Zoe is a neuroscientist who's researching methods of resurrecting the dead… by rebuilding them from their memories. When her girlfriend Sara dies, Zoe uses her experimental technology to save her - but there isn't enough room to save all of Sara's memories. You must choose which ones will be saved, and which ones will be lost.

04.09.2021

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.

06.07.2021

A twine memoriam for the author's puppy.

27.01.2018

Seven years ago, five heroes were brought together to save the world. Their success came at the cost of their leader's life; the secret behind it cost them their friendship. Now they've been summoned for a new heroic quest. if not us is about the moment when they realise everything isn't going to be okay.

02.04.2021

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.

15.10.2014

The Uncle Who Works for Nintendo is a Twine horror game created by developer, Michael Lutz and illustrator, Kim Parker.

05.04.2022

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.