Nerd Never Not Knitting.

Forty years ago, London was stolen by bats.

Fallen London is an online text adventure; a Victorian gaslight fantasy with horror in its bones and romance laced throughout its meat. Also it's funny.

You might have seen our gender selection text doing the rounds on here:

It's more than 4.5 million words long, and as such defies summary. However, it's broken down into morsels small enough that you won't choke.

It's playable for free on anything that can open a web browser. There are no ads and no installs. It's not possible to infinitely scroll it; you get some actions, spend them, and then are released to go and think about what you've done.

It has been developed over 16 years without the use of AI. (Anything with incorrect fingers is like that on purpose.)

Rasberries spilling out from the dark from The Inland printer v.24 (1899:Oct.-1900:Mar.).

I wasn't ace, but I was bi with a cishet boyfriend at the time. There were certainly other folks on the board of our organization. But I was the one who gave quotes to the student paper, booked meeting rooms and guests, and sat on the student government.

There was a reason for this: it was the 80's. We kept the membership rolls on index cards in a box kept under the bed of a member (not me), in case someone broke into the office and tried to steal it. Which they did, trashing the office in the process. The office was located in the student union in the middle of campus, so that was pretty bold, and of course "no one saw anything."

If I was the front-facing person for others to come to, I had built-in armor in the form of societal approval in case someone tried to start some shit, or out me, or harass me. Which, again, they did. The 80's were a chaotic time for queer folks. I could do this for less-protected folks, so I did.