The Endless Forest was our first release. A multiplayer online game where everyone plays a magical deer in an idyllic forest. With its peaceful atmosphere, lack of chat or game goals, freedom to play and interact, The Endless Forest set the tone for all our productions to follow.
We are celebrating its tenth anniversary with an attempt to remake the technology that drives The Endless Forest. Because we want to be able to continue expanding the game and give it as lively a second decade as its first.
Being a completely free game, development of The Endless Forest relies entirely on non-commercial funding. To be able to remake the game, we are currently collecting contributions via IndieGogo.
If you care about free games where people can experience a beautiful harmonious magical and often hilariously funny community, please consider helping out! https://igg.me/at/theendlessforest
Sunset is 1!
Exactly one year ago today, our last game Sunset was released.
To celebrate its first anniversary, you can buy the game for $1 today, and only today.
Steam wouldn't allow such an extreme price drop so either get it here for $2 or get a Steam key at Itch or Humble.
Share the news with all your non-Sunset having friends!
Last hours for Cathedral-in-the-Clouds!
The Kickstarter for our new project has not achieved its goal yet. Please help if and how you can!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/taleoftales/cathedral-in-the-clouds-contemplation-in-the-digit
Cathedral-in-the-Clouds is not a game. It's a series of virtual dioramas intended for contemplation to be distributed for free on many different platforms. To gather the dioramas, we are building a cathedral in VR.
It's a challenging project because it is explicitly inspired by medieval Christian art (the Flemish Primitives worked in our town 500 years ago) and we're actually atheists. Exploring this is very exciting to us but probably a bit difficult to stomach for the masses. Luckily we only need a small group of believers. Will you be one of them? Be quick!
Thanks you.
Michaël Samyn.
Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 44
Yes, we did it! Miraflores is stepping down and Anchuria is free! Throw that dictator in prison. Let him take my sweet brother's place. Oh, David, are you safe? Did you survive this hell?
Tonight I'll meet Gabriel.
We've known each other for a year, but we've never met. What should I call him? Good evening, señor Ortega. No. It'll be Gabriel. Inhabiting his space, I feel like I know him already, better than anyone else. What he will think of me? Or should I remain a mystery...just leave? I'm sure I'll be able to go home soon anyway. So what's the point of staying here?
Help us build a cathedral!
Our first "post-game" art project is in need of your support to get started.
Please have a look at
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/taleoftales/cathedral-in-the-clouds-contemplation-in-the-digit
and back the creation if you like what you see.
And please spread the word so everyone who likes this sort of thing will have a chance to get it, even if it's not your cup of tea.
Thank you!
—Michaël & Auriea.
Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 43
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damn the United States of America! Those assholes are sending the air force to drop bombs in support of the cretins running this country.
Home of the brave? No, they're cowards, terrified of anyone who dares to reject their dogmatic way of life. Worse, they're bullies, loaning out their war machines to pissant regimes willing to play whore to the US. They're only the land of the free if you count freedom stolen from others, built on the corpses of former slaves. Such arrogance, such utter hatred of all that's best about life, the things that can't be bottled, bought and sold. May the ground open up and swallow the United States of America.
My God, oh my God. What airbase are they coming from, and how fast do bombers fly? How much time do we have? What can we do, but run? And to where?
Gabriel, I need you.
Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 42
The siege continues, so maybe Miraflores won't have time to think about the inmates he's consigned to death. David might have a chance to hold onto his life, provided the people of Anchuria can win this atrocious battle.
And what is Gabriel doing right now, with his allergy to violence? He wants me to protect the things in the apartment. Is he in complete denial of what's happening? I wish I could hold him as he slumps in this chair, sobbing into a cut-crystal glass filled with one of his expensive liquors.
Don't cry, dear, you did the right thing. Even if everything goes wrong I forgive you; we all forgive you, because you tried. And that's all anyone can do.
Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 41
We're all products of history. You've got to look at the past with approval, no matter what happened, because you survived it and took your shape from it…all the crimes, all the death. Surviving and passing through, into the now, that justifies it all. The vessel that holds you defines you. And that means every gunshot, every lie, and all the evil, done in the name of cruelty or apathy, they're a part of your story. You can't reject it without nullifying your own existence. The poor souls who got snuffed out lost their voices. Only they've earned the right to reject history.
Some day all this will be history too. And if I'm alive then, I'll accept today as part of my story; part of my becoming of whoever I'll be. Acceptance and abhorrence are strange bedfellows.
Traduzione Italiana
Grazie al lavoro di Enrico Donati, Sunset può adesso essere
giocato in lingua Italiana. Speriamo che questo possa migliorare
la vostra esperienza di gioco.
Buon divertimento!
Italian subtitles have been added to the game. Enjoy!
Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 40
Bombs are pounding San Bavón, and it's almost more than I can take. The shock and the incredible noise, the smell of things burning on the wind. In the moment, it's too much for the mind to stand against, and the implications afterward are too disturbing to bear…nightmare visions of limbs torn away, people blinded, their flesh melted.
What have I done? What have I done?
I tell myself that the rebel attack would have happened with or without my involvement, but is that true? A housekeeper brought explosions down on the city.
