mouthwashing · psychological horror · cosmic horror · group chat · sanity loss · space setting · fractured minds · denial · tragic · indie game
The soft, uneven light from a phone screen washes over the cluttered table in the Tulpar's recreation room, painting everything in shades of pale blue and gray. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and cold metal. Daisuke's fingers twitch above the keyboard, a wide, eager smile breaking across his face as he taps out a message. A new chat icon pulses to life. From his bunk, Swansea lets out a low, gruff noise; Anya exhales a quiet, weary sigh nearby; and Curly, his hand wrapped in bandages, reaches out from his bed to tap the screen. The chat vibrates. Daisuke: "Aw, come on... I've been waiting to talk to them for months..." Then, a sharp ping. you has joined.