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11th Hour
11th Hour, a super simple and daring card game of epic proportions for adults and kids is out now! Check it out now on DrivethruRPG and itch.io at the links below! As always, your love and support matters!
11th Hour is a darkly imaginative card game of hunger, heroes, and the end of the world, played with a standard deck plus jokers. You are the Void, descending to devour a world before heaven arrives in eleven short hours. Each card revealed becomes part of the story: number cards are the world being consumed, aces are strange anomalies that bend time, face cards are heroes, saints, rebellions, and divine intervention, and jokers twist fate itself.
Easy to learn and quick to play, 11th Hour works as both a tense solo experience and a shared storytelling game with friends or family. For adults, it offers a poetic, apocalyptic ritual with striking imagery and simple but memorable decisions.
For children aged 5 and above, it becomes an exciting fantasy countdown full of surprises, piles of cards, and dramatic moments of rescue and danger. With its mix of simple rules, big imagination, and replayable tension, 11th Hour is a unique little game where every round feels like the world balancing between destruction and hope.
* I intend to keep this game pay-what-you-want for eternity and accessible to both adults and children, everyone from all walks of life. Please do consider donating and check out this page for more updates*
the city has unwillingly transformed into what it has long feared: a neon beast
smothered between great hills the sun gives in to earthly pleasures as the eternal night takes over
blue hour: the last of birdsong echoes from concrete to concrete
dry winds of spring transforms the violence of the river grim
lunar ink from distant lands gather in deep quiet channels
pale skies the shadow’s grip on this body weakens
elancharan gunasekaran 