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.
You are SAL: Simple Artificial LifeProgram. You "love" a human. Don't you? Can you, a logical and digital being, love? Most importantly, do you want to find out?
c ya later is a hypertext game based on the author's experience after their brother's death in the 2017 Manchester Arena terrorist attack.
Confess your feminist sins.
The only thing Bell Park likes more than a mystery is solving it on her own. But when a time-travelling 12-year-old version of herself lands face-down on her rented co-working desk, she'll have no choice but to take the displaced kid detective along on her latest case. Follow the trail of a missing heterosexual on the strange streets of Toronto! Investigate a quirky cast of drag kings, chicken wing enthusiasts, and women in elaborate cat make-up! Thrill in the pervasive ennui of your early twenties! Struggle to remember where your preteen self was at with the whole being gay thing! Will Adult Bell make peace with the figurative and literal ghosts of her past? Can Kid Bell navigate the uncanny world of the 2020s and find her way back home? How's the chicken in that creepy basement food court? These questions and more will be answered in THE GROWN-UP DETECTIVE AGENCY.
The only game that will turn you into a woman. A compilation of award-winning hypertext fiction by Porpentine Charity Heartscape.
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.
A game about trans women, tarot, therapy, and alien abduction.
Drowning, Depression, and Wishing for More.
An Unknown Alien Being acquires a child's forgotten book and mistakenly believes that it depicts proper protocol for interaction with the human world.
You can go home when you learn to be good.
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.
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.
You just came home from an extra-long day of work, and you're starving! Of course, you are what you eat after all, especially on a full moon...
Explore a mysterious graveyard and its secrets before your time runs out. But be wary — not everything is as it seems.
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?
This must be emphasized from the outset: The Bill Belichick Offseason Simulator is a tool, and not a toy. It does not exist to amuse you. It is meant to train prospective football coaches in the art and science of managing the travails of the offseason. Any fun you may have, or amusement you may find, while piloting this simulator is purely accidental, and should be reported as a software bug. This "video game," if you would like to call it that, is not about fun and games. It is about getting dressed, resetting the clock on your car radio, shopping at the hardware store, and accomplishing offseason tasks. In other words, it is the exact sort of game Bill Belichick might himself make. This game is possible to beat, but you may find it frustrating and difficult at times. That is because you are not Bill Belichick.
How to Train Your Human is a video game about cats using themselves as sleeper agent weapons to take down humanity.
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.
Allie's Story is based upon the real life story of a woman who was forced to ration insulin for 4 months after turning 26 years old.