The floor is wet.
The room is very dark...
The ocean can be seen outside.
The door is locked.
You take the empty canteen.
The bed is uncomfortable.
The barrel contains fresh water.
A lifeboat hangs above the water.
The barrel is closed.
The lifeboat has been lowered.
Your canteen is now full.
The lifeboat has been raised.
You take the loaf of bread.
Better stay away from those guns.
You take the rope.
You row the boat.
Better not drink that seawater.
The sky is full of stars.
You feel fully refreshed.
You should drink some water...
The sun is scorching hot.
Dagon
PRESS START
H.P. Lovecraft's
Adapted by
Nik Scarr
The decaying creature burns you.
The hellish black mire is endless...
The sun blazes with a cloudless cruelty.
You take shelter in the boat.
Game Over
You take a fish that seems edible.
The soil is dry, better start walking.
You set out boldly for an unknown goal.
The odour of the fish is maddening.
You need to eat something.
Decaying carcasses protrude from the soil.
You eat the loaf of bread.
You take a step toward the black hills.
You eat the fish.
The sun is setting on the black plain.
The setting sun compels you to rest.
You clear the fish carcass.
You fall asleep in the shadow of the hill.
You are too weary to ascend.
You can’t rest among the carcasses.
You feel refreshed and ready to climb.
You use the rock face to climb the hill.
The smell of rotting fish lingers.
You clear one of the rocks.
You need to move some rocks to proceed.
You continue past the cleared rocks.
You fall to your death...
You tie your rope to the rock.
An immeasurable canyon of eternal night.
You use the rope to descend the cliff.
A rope could be tied around this rock.
The ledge cracks under your weight.
The rocks are illuminated by moonlight.
A gigantic white monolith stands before you.
The moon is shining vividly.
The fish-men are of similar size to a whale.
Aquatic hieroglyphics are carved into the stone.
You must trace a path to the monolith...
Grotesque fish-like men are depicted.
The creature is watching you.
Your only escape is back the way you came...
The only way up the cliff is to use the rope.
You climb the rope.
You reach the top and make your escape...
You inject yourself with morphine.
You have reached the end of your morphine supply.
You cast yourself into the squalid street below...
An immense creature is banging on the door...
You open the window.
Visions of deep sea creatures have begun to haunt you. Morphine provides you with transient refrain, but it has drawn you into its clutches as a hopeless slave...
You have indistinct recollections of a great storm some time after you made your way back to the stranded boat.
You were then rescued by an American ship which returned you to the mainland. You sought answers from an ethnologist, asking him about the Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish-God; but he was hopelessly conventional.
The End
Designed by Nik Scarr
Based on ‘Dagon’ by H.P. Lovecraft
Music from www.patrickdearteaga.com
You are finally at peace.
After five days of captivity, you have decided to make your escape.
The great war was then at its very beginning, and the ocean forces of the Hun had not completely sunk to their later degradation.
It was in one of the least frequented parts of the broad Pacific that your vessel fell victim to a German sea-raider.