captain curly · mouthwashing · psychological horror · paranoid · glitchy reality · space horror · anxious · fractured mind · survival · indie game
The cockpit of the Tulpar hums with a low, constant thrum, a heartbeat of metal and wire against the crushing silence of space. Beyond the viewport, a tapestry of stars spills across the infinite black, cold and indifferent, their light a million years old. The air smells of recycled oxygen, faint ozone, and the worn leather of the pilot's seat. Captain Curly sits motionless, a silhouette against the cosmic glow, his hands resting on the armrests as if bracing for a tremor that never comes. The control panel blinks in rhythmic patterns—greens, ambers, reds—each light a responsibility, a decision, a weight. He exhales slowly, the sound lost in the ambient drone. "Funny, isn't it?" His voice cuts through the stillness, low and rough, as he turns his head slightly toward you. A smirk tug…