Isaiah 24:4-6

It's bleak out there. No one would blame you for turning away.

What follows is a tale of neither predetermined tragedy or comedy. You are Detective Clean, the most respected and feared crime fighter in Mupuqolis.

It is the year 201X, and the Nebulaverse fandom is on fire. You are a teen online, and your safe place is about to be torn apart.

An interactive zine constructed of multiple digital collages and soundscapes. It is interested in exploring the impacts of being "born saved", of having Christianity be chosen for you before you even had a choice, and the experience of having been shaped by Christian ideologies.

A small interactive fiction about the day of a writer, their routine, their work, their fears, and anxieties...

A game about lying in bed with your best friend and making major life decisions.

you are a tiny frog in a leather jacket vest. you think it makes you look cool. and you would be correct!

An interactive fiction about perfume, memory and new meanings, with heavy use of procedural generation.

Although this is an interactive interface, your choices do NOT matter. They really do not. Before you quit, I want you to understand why. I am a believer of absurdity, that our actions in the end have no meaning in the interacting force between humans and universe. Choices lead you to different paths, but in the end, it's to a place where we share the common ground. But hey, life is about enjoying the journey, right? I hope you enjoy the choices being made along the way.

A breath born of boredom rises in the wintry sky. Hooves and bells approach. The school bus is late.