#((roleplaying))

Gallerie TTRPG launches in less than 5 days! ✨

*LOUD BUZZER NOISE*

I LOVE BEING A TEENAGER TODAY!!!! I LOVE AO3!! I LOVE TUMBLR!! I LOVE WEIRD MUSIC!!! I LOVE BEING A CRINGE TEEN WHO READS YAOI AND ROLEPLAYS IN DISCORD SERVERS!! I LOVE HAVING DIFFERENT LABELS TO SHOW MY TRUE SELF!!!! AND MOST OF ALL...

I really really really really didn’t want to go back to doing this as regularly, but A.N.I.M. really needs money. The past few months for us have been pretty bad, and I’ve been making less than minimum wage with my cut of the profits for a while.

We make sure not to paywall the majority of our project so as not to bar them from people who can’t afford them, but that means we’re reliant on the good will of those who can afford them to choose to pay.

If you like what we do, want us to keep doing it, an want to keep a disabled game designer who can’t do other work able to pay their medical and food bills, please consider paying for one of our games on itchio, and/or subscribing to our patreon for more regularly updated versions of all our projects.

If you can’t do that, rating them 5-stars on itchio, downloading them, and playing them/talking about them/sharing them is a huge help too. Like, it really can’t be overstated how reliant we are on word-of-mouth.

I am going to have to reinstate the Income Goals to make sure we make an income of at least $2,000 every month across both itchio and patreon, gradually increasing that goal probably until we are making at least $3,000 every month.

The Crimson Court - 75x90 XL battlemap for some creepy October vibes

As you approach the vacant gates of this once magnificent estate, the towering trees along the road transition into the hanging willows, branches swaying at odd intervals, as if the plants themselves bristle at your presence. Nearby, a tent and campfire have likewise fallen to ruin. The resting spot for an adventuring party, perhaps, or simple looters lured here by the rumors of the bacchanalian feasts once held on these grounds for the nobility.

Deeper, the faint scent of acrid waters and decaying flesh hit your nose, and a steady din of mosquitos is impossible to ignore. If the stories are true, what happened to the noblemen and ladies that disappeared past the iron gates so long ago, their night of revels never to end? And what fate found the explorers that dared venture deeper into the crimson court...