#innchanted

I have more steam keys to give away!

The weather was tempered; it’d been pleasant these past few weeks. Nathaniel decided—for the second time this week—he’d like to take a longer trip around the outer skirts of Baldur’s Gate, closer to the seaside and the salty zephyrs tickling his cheeks, rather than to beeline for his abode deep within the city’s heart.

As he walked, quite a leisurely pace, he came to a gradual halt. A few moments passed, the cogs of his brain churning: forced into a double-take, he snapped his head to the left—to this clifftop inn. An inn around these parts wasn’t necessarily a shocking happenstance, but what was, was the fact that this inn definitely didn’t sit here approximately two days ago when he took the same dragged-out route to his house. Everything was prim and proper, and alien flora sat about, beautiful and hugging the infrastructure in a way that felt simultaneously pretty and also protective.

The land had once been cleared; swept down. What sat prior was a humble home of a fisher, but, as the cliff began to chip away, it became too dangerous for them and their family to stay—they left some time ago, hoping to set up elsewhere. The land had been up for sale for some months, flirting with a year, before all attempts were naught but sadly scratched away. The cliffside flanks had been lashed down, the maws of the relentless seaside dragging down piece by piece of rock and rubble. What was once a modest home of this fisher and their family, had been decimated to a few, scraggy piles of wood and other mediocre leftovers. Every time Nathaniel walked by it felt like the land got narrower still just by a lick.

Now stood this inn—and if he wasn’t mistaken, it seemed to have reconstructed some footing of this here cliff, extending its chin enough to form something safe and sturdy for the inn to sit upon. Nathaniel stepped closer to it; curiosity piqued.

Developer: DragonBear Studios

Gameplay Genre: Frantic co-op cooking sim Story Genre: Fantasy Story/Gameplay Ratio: 1:4

Hours played: 1.5 Finished: No Achievements: 26%

Gameplay Ideas: 4/10 | This is so obviously a play on Overcooked, and it doesn't do much with it other than putting vague fantasy theming on the whole thing. Execution: 7/10 | That being said, it is decent at being an Overcooked copy.

Story Ideas: 5/10 | Fairly basic fantasy story. Execution: 4/10 | Not integrated very well into the gameplay at all.

Characters Ideas: 2/10 | Boring. Execution: 3/10 | Basically no distinction between characters aside from design.

Visuals Ideas: 5/10 | I feel like I see this same top-down chibi art style in every mediocre indie I play. Execution: 7/10 | To be fair, though, this is one of the better-looking ones.

Cohesiveness: 8/10 | Say what you will, it is cohesive. Personal Favor: 4/10 | I don't hate it, it's just boring.

I have a ton of games from random bundles which I decided to try these days even if they didn't interested me to see if someone was good enough for me to pass my time.

And I found Innchanted.

"As if you don't already know which one I'd prefer!" he exclaims, laughing so brightly that the sun shines a little brighter in the forest surrounding them. That observation alone should make it clear enough what has taken place since his last visit. "I have half a mind to think you're trying to buy my silence, Ada. What a cruel trick."

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 , when she's returned after a stroll. geralt looks up from his task of sweeping the hearth , that he knows she could achieve with magic in an instant ( but frankly , she shouldn't have to do everything ) , and frowns softly in the wake of it. ' which state? you'll have to be more specific. '

Such a shame when one's birthday falls on a weekday, though at least a Friday is better than a Wednesday. A Friday affords him time to enjoy his evening and the ability to sleep in as long as he wants the following day.

"I would hate to be late to my own birthday party," he returns with a warm smile and a glimmer in his eye. He slips his book bag off of his shoulder and sets it down on the table before wrapping her into a tight embrace. "Thank you so very much, Ada."

@innchanted said : from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds. to Eldwin

MONSTER KNOWS ALL TOO WELL the curse he carries on his shoulders as heavy as a cross dragged through the streets. It burns his skin in equal measure. It, too, refuses to let him rest. Feet rest on the wood of the table ; HANDS DO NOT HOLD A DRINK. He craves something richer than she can legally provide him after all. A raised eyebrow speaks louder than the song and the mixed voices of the other patrons echoing through the room. He knows how to command a room, consider it years of practice.