Here We Go Again

i made an actual title screen for DOVECOTE.

DOVECOTE is a 3d infinite-runner-style racing game that involves traveling very fast down a very tall spire, across 10 finite levels. DOVECOTE was designed to generate a specific sense of hysterical speed, the joy of going far too fast in a way you absolutely cannot control, screaming between obstacles a hairs-breadth away from death, and speed boosting yourself into mach 5 with shenanigans-like advanced movement techniques.

DOVECOTE is designed so that you can finish it in a reasonable amount of time (10-20 minutes) if you take your time and perch regularly, and an unreasonable amount of time (3-5 minutes) if you are insane and like to live at the bleeding edge.

SOLIPCYST

DON'T YOU WANT TO BE BETTER?

Dr. Lilith Fleischer - Lily, please - is a gifted therapist, a licensed psychiatrist, an exceptional hypnotherapist, and a mildly dangerous solipsist. She has concluded, after careful consideration, that she is the only person who is actually in there. Everyone else runs on chemistry. Fortunately for everyone else, chemistry is her whole job.

Her new patient is a 24-year-old game store clerk with six weeks of flat nothing, a single-car accident she is very done talking about. The chart says depression. The chart is a liar, but then again, so is she, and so are you.

SOLIPCYST is a puzzle visual novel inspired by Phoenix Wright, Return of the Obra Dinn, and grade school polymino puzzles: one patient, eight weeks, one hour at a time. Peel apart everything she tells you in good confidence to dig for clues. Pack her mind like a suitcase. Medicate, manipulate, stabilize, groom - anything necessary to heal the patient. Among other things.

A brain is a board: Therapy is polymino packing with a license.

A diagnostic interrogation: claims, evidence, challenges, and a woman who fights the label with everything except the truth.

The classic blunder: A visual novel that responds to your actions.

Eight endings, with variation. Designed to be replayed.

Average playthrough will discover around 12,000 words of Visual Novel, and hundreds more trying to pry apart all her testimony!

Content warnings: therapeutic abuse from the therapist's POV, grooming/manipulation of an adult patient, gaslighting, bipolar disorder, mania, depression, medical coercion, grief and parental death, a serious car accident (recounted and depicted), sexual themes. All characters are adults. The game does not endorse what it lets you do. Obviously.

Made for the Toxic Yuri VN Jam II.

Future case files to come, probably.

Credits below the read more.

DOVECOTE is like lethal league and lorn's lure were roommates with something weird happening between them and they end up raising a toddler for nebulous, possibly tax related reasons, and then it becomes serious.

DOVECOTE is a game about diving really fast. as a bird.

DOVECOTE is a game about being swallowed by the world.

DOVECOTE is a game about finding the light at the end of the tunnel.

DOVECOTE is a game you can complete very casually without much effort, or you can be a freak and chain twenty wallkicks together and accelerate to mach 5 to speedrun it, then crash, start yelling, and do it again in 5 minutes. over and over and over.

i know what i want. do you? go play DOVECOTE.

hello everyone. i hate having to make these posts every time, but the past two weeks have been just a successive continuation of punches to the balls.

i am the sole breadwinner of a household of two soon to be three, and after rent, food, and meds, we generally have maybe 400 dollars a month to hold things together, of which we usually can save 0, maybe 20 on a really good month. about a week ish ago, a cat in our care died, which cost $1300 for the vet visits as she declined + cremation. two weeks before that, my parents heard my laptop broke and decided to chip in for a new desktop, and then did not get me a screen, mouse, keyboards, and speakers, because "i could handle it", which cost about another $250 ish. before that, $250 on laptop repairs.

and also yesterday i had to send my laptop into the shop again for repairs. $100 just to peek inside to see if the charger port was broken (in which case they could reseat it), $150 to just yank the charger port out and replace it. i said fuck it and paid the $150 because what the fuck else can i do, my livelihood depends on having access to a computer.

meds are expensive when you are disabled and in a wheelchair. so imagine my unpleasant surprise when today i found out that suddenly, between the start and end of june, my insurance stopped covering <medicine x> which, btw, out of pocket costs fucking $1350 i'm so god damn mad. thankfully i could coupon it down a little but it's still just shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile and now i have to either go off of it (extremely bad) or argue with insurance (bad and slow). and my boyfriend needs help moving out, which is its own thing that i need to help with, so he can get here.

i am applying to jobs every god damn day. you would think a career developer with a well-stocked portfolio of professional projects and excellent references would be able to get something, anything, even a contract position. nothing. i am trying and trying and trying and i hate begging on the internet but i am at the end of my damn rope here and it's causing me enough physical stress that it's degrading my already perilous health, given my autoimmune disease.

so. if you have anything to chip in, i know this corner of the internet is just gay people passing 5 dollars back and forth until it vanishes down a hole. but it would be really, really appreciated. every new catastrophe i've had over the past like three years has just drained more and more of my savings and i do not know how much longer we can weather it before it starts getting bad. it's just too much for me to handle.