Crown Of Exile - Chapter 5 Update

It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

The world went to shit long before you were born- what happened, nobody's sure. Whatever it was, it left a mess. The horrors of the blasted wasteland, the things that roam outside of city walls, the static that buzzes in your ear like an old TV... not to mention the violent fuckers out there who'd rather they have what you've got.

But a job with a caravan travelling across the wastes means you can finally start a new life in the neon-lit utopia of Signal Hill. That is, until you're ambushed outside the city, your cargo stolen and your guards dead. The bright lights and the ever-present hum of the radio are starting to feel like more of a nightmare than a dream...

Signal Hill is a post-apocalyptic narrative RPG/interactive fiction game set in the eponymous neon-lit utopia, Signal Hill. Players take on the role of a wanderer from the North, arriving in the city for the first time and become enthralled in its local intrigue. It also contains gratuitous violence and sexual themes, so the current demo is recommended for adults only.

Over 83,000 words of quests, conversations, and locations

A detailed text-based open world to explore

5 fully-realized authored quests to pursue

Choose your weapon, skills, and customize your character

140 clothing options, and dozens of other customization options

Fully customizable pronouns & gender (separate)

8 available identities to define who you are through your choices

Meet most of the main cast

SEE FOR YOURSELF. TRY IT OUT.

The MC did what?

Well…they have reason for that OKAY?! They can explain!

CHAPTER 4: SYSBA'S ROUTE IS NOW AVAILABLE

I'm very pleased to announce that, after a brief bout of burnout, the demo has now been updated to include the first of the five routes!

This update includes:

Treating yourself to some new clothes, embracing nature (perhaps a bit too much), or getting in-tune with your artistic side.

Trying to figure out why terrible things keep happening (it's getting quite ridiculous)

Embracing the trials and tribulations of a fashion show

Dealing with an emotionally-unintelligent eldritch horror

Other house business:

Just the usual tidying up of code, bugs, and minor discrepancies!

The next route planned will be Operator; voting for the one after is available on patreon. The word-count now sits at 450, 647 with an additional 43k added in this route.

DEMO // PATREON // KO-FI

Skin & Scales: Chapter One is NOW AVAILABLE

Thank you so so much to everyone who has been so supportive, welcoming, and patient with me these past few months, I’m very pleased to bring you the first opening chapter of Skin & Scales! Please enjoy! I’ll be following the tag #S&S IF but as always my ask box is open for feedback!

PLAY NOW

In this chapter:

- Meet 3 2 of the 4 RO’s!

- Get recruited into the King Institute

- Start your investigation

- Eat some bar fries

- Get thrown off a moving train

- And more!

Content Warnings for this chapter:

- Depictions of violence

- Depictions of anxiety

- Intense migraine depictions

- Talks and displays of prejudice and dehumanization

Wordcount: 76k

Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

surprise? i know it’s been a while but chapter seven of When Twilight Strikes will (finally) go live publicly june 3rd at 1pm EST. the password is already up for those of you in the midnight tier on patreon, and will be released for the twilight tier this sunday.

(if you’re thinking of pledging for the demo, i’d suggest doing so and cancelling once you get the password unless you plan on sticking around for june, as my patreon charges every 1st of the month).

in this chapter…

meet Mirai, who, honestly, is a pain in the ass

learn more about the ros’ backgrounds and struggles

enter some dangerous situations, including one where you can be in close proximity to your chosen ro

use those fight or flight instincts

make some crucial choices…

thanks for sticking by me everyone <3

“A moment of patience in a moment of anger prevents a thousand moments of regret.”

— Ali Ibn Abu Talib