Bite sized stories
Looks like that meteor crash from page 12 wasn't as harmless as everyone was expecting: now your clothes are playing mad!
"Underoos" is a nicely-designed game with a silly premise and several clever puzzles. There's not much there, but what is there is fun.
A day's hiking in the Great Smoky National Park. Trails run along mountainsides, dotted with a fine array of wild flowers and the occasional stunning vista.
A short game about grief, with occasional snakes.
*The intepid Adventurer has escaped the caverns. Nought remains to block a successful escape but this troll here. Hmmm. A one-room adventure. *
You've already overcome dozens of obstacles, collected lots of treasures, and scored 240 points out of 250; now there's just the little matter of getting past a canonical troll bridge and scurrying out of the caverns with your loot. But how? In the game's words:
Your task is simple enough. Just nab the chalice.
Byzantine Perspective makes the perfect lunchtime game: quick to play and very satisfying to work out. Just a single puzzle.
The curtain lifts to a torrent of applause, as the city's gents and ladies lose their decorum for a just few moments in anticipation of something magical. The spotlights drown the glitter of sequins and pearls, the metal cane-tops and the shining buttons on the waistcoats. From where you are, centre of the boards, behind nothing but a baize table with nothing but the clothes you stand in, you are quite alone in the blinding white light.
"Homecoming" is a short, twisted comedy about a newly awakened Artificial Intelligence.
You are a dog and you’re hungry. It’s not dinner time in many hours, so you need a snack. Unfortunately, you’re not very good at making sandwiches, so you must get your human pet to make one for you.
There's just one room. How hard can it be? Just unlock the door. Oh. There's 69,105 keys.
It's been almost a month since your parents disappeared.
One Tuesday, they just didn't come home, and there's been no sign of them since. For the University and the rest of the town, the mystery is beginning to pall. To those people, it's as if Claire and Scott Colborn suddenly stopped existing -- strange and inexplicable, to be sure, but forgettable in the long run.