Moral Anxiety Studio

The evergreens open up, and take you to a wide, paved road. It would be a more welcoming sight if it wasn’t for the signs of the destruction borne by the stockade.

It’s early spring. Your adventure will end with the arrival of winter, before snow covers the roads and the tree crowns. You can’t escape this - each day is going to count.

The wind raises up small clouds of dust, but it’s nothing that would slow down your steps. You decide to split, with each soul following a different set of tracks.

Hi! If you’re asking about Roadwarden, it uses the 2008 Philosopher font in non-pixel version. The pixel one is called Munro. Both were crudely adjusted for the needs of the game, however, so you may get slightly different output. But I’ve noticed that 2024 Drova is also using Philosopher, so I think it’s well-proven to work in games.

It’s little more than a game trail, but a pattern of flowers runs alongside its verges, beckoning you to follow. When you approach the corner of the tower, the star-winged owl begins to step left-and-right, puffing up its chest and snapping its beak.

Hi! Definitely not intentional. I have an embarrassing history of rewriting and restitching sentences as I move them around paragraphs and at times I get pieces of older writing missing the necessary updates. I apologize for both causing the confusion and making the writing feel compromised!

Nothing louder than a gust of wind comes from the valley. The gallop of an auroch lingers above the burnt woods, as distant as it is haunting.

Sharing these because of vibes.

You grab a piece of rope and tie the plank to the post. Time will tell if the new finger will earn the switch to steel nails.

The scent of fish broth is inviting, if a bit too potent. You can only hope that taking a sip won’t mark your lips with the same type of grimace that's been carved on the innkeep's smile.

I'm working on a "see that mountain? climbing it would be silly and dangerous, and there are monsters there, and why would you, let's do something interesting and with lasting consequences" type of indie game

"Days get blurry. The same few trees, over and over. You put on the gear, take it off, and put it on again. You listen to howls, to chirps. Nothing happens, then everything crashes down. And at that point, you’re either too on the edge, or too drowsy."

I don’t run any sort of crowdfunding projects or patreon-like accounts, but I’m still proud of my visual novel Windy Meadow, if you want to throw some coins my way. ; )

art, as always, by Sonreir/Angel

They are small, but numerous, afraid, yet angry. Their feathery shells begin to fidget all over, erratically hopping between the rocks, in and out of the stream, even running into one another.

You put on the worst clothes you can dig out from your bags. Thankfully, the bucket you find in a corner - most likely a chamber pot for the nighttime dwellers - allows you to discard the goblins’ legacy, even if some of the scent will stick around for years.