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Hi - I’m Elle and I’m making a story-driven survival/farm RPG called Veil of Dust: A Homesteading Game with my husband. I’ve been told the characters and story are well-written and that I should go hang out where the VN fans gather, which is on Tumblr. So… What’s up and stuff?!

The game follows Áine and Shane Callahan. They are second-generation Irish-American siblings dropped by circumstance into the unforgiving deserts of the 1860’s frontier after a catastrophic journey over the Oregon Trail. The game follows them as they navigate the challenges of building a homestead in such a sparse environment and as they journey beyond the veil to discover a world of magic, fae kingdoms, and dangerous monsters.

Casual Mode will be accessible to those new to management and survival mechanics, or those who are looking to engage more in the crafting and story aspects. Moderate Mode is for experienced survival game players who are looking for more of a challenge.  

But, like, don’t take my word for it. Here, have some impartial sources - like a play-through video a youtuber made. Or you can play the 2-3 hour demo yourself on steam, which is my preferred outcome. 

You live in a nice estate. Everyday after school, you play with the same kids. You don't know their name, surname, nor their phone number. All you know is which block of flats they live in.

You go to school. A strange woman says she knew you when you were younger. She's the school principal. It's been at least 10 years. She hadn't aged.

You walk by the dumpsters. They're on fire. It's the 9th time today

You walk to school. There's a strange creature walking on the destroyed pavement in front of you. You'd don't look at it. You cross the street and keep walking.

There's an Old Woman wandering the woods with a doll. Neither of them have eyes. She asks you 'where's my child?' You answer.

You meet the city's president. He seems happy. He doesn't know what's going on after the sun goes down.

Wherever you go, there's a forest. The woods are never ending. They all look the same.

You go shopping. There's a Żabka. They're everywhere. There's no escape.

Someone destroyed the fence. They want to get in. You block your doors and windows and pray to the ancient Gods. You made them angry.

You double lock your doors at night. You never miss someone trying to open the door from outside.

There's an empty building next to your estate. Children are always warned not to go inside. Bad things happen there.

Another car accident in front of your gate. Another candle left for those who haunt the streets.

You sit at your friend's flat. A strange image of soldiers flashes before your eyes. You freeze. You vaguely recognize where they are. You know that place.

You fear your bathroom; the shadowy presence looming in the corner. The pipes rattle at night. It's not good to enter it when it's dark.

There are strange things in The Forest. Sometimes you hear whistling, sometimes it's laughter. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of Something.

There's an empty field in front of your house. It's always been empty. At night, strange creatures come out.

Your aunt's dog dies exactly on Halloween. You've opened The Gate. You lock your doors and windows.

There's exactly one school in your new town. Everyone goes there. There are many roads, but all of them seem to lead to The School.

You don't go out after dark. You mustn't go out after dark. You don't wanna see what wanders the empty streets.

You've never been in the same school for more than three years. You're used to the weird looks, and how some of the students don't seem human. It'll pass. Soon, you'll become one of them.

You feel uneasy being homealone. Now, you're vulnerable. You're prey.