tonight the silence is prey hunted and flees the forest on quiet steps
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why do we play this game this riddle called war when there are no winners only losers
left too long to exist in the rain of time moss covered stones without a name
Dark Ones
Dear Friends,
New journaling micro rpg released- Dark Ones, download for free or pay-what-you-want from itch.io or DriveThruRPG at the links below:
https://elancharan.itch.io/darkones
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/515126/dark-ones

You are one of the Dark Ones—an ancient entity, feared and forgotten, cursed to walk a world that no longer remembers you. The hunger within you is insatiable, gnawing at the edges of your soul. Through daily journal entries, you will explore your struggle for identity, power, and purpose. Will you reclaim your past, forge a new path, or be consumed by the darkness that lurks within?
In Dark Ones, your choices shape your fate. Each roll of the die dictates encounters, challenges, and revelations. Play for 7, 13, or 21 days and uncover your final destiny.
A solo roleplaying experience blending horror, mystery, and personal storytelling—Dark Ones invites you to step into the shadows and discover what lingers there.
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Embrace the Darkness. Write Your Fate.
Dark Ones is a solo micro-journaling RPG where you embody a forsaken entity from the depths of myth and nightmare. Using just a d6 and your imagination, you will record your harrowing journey as you battle hunger, memory, and the unknown.
Perfect for solo gamers, horror enthusiasts, and storytelling lovers, Dark Ones offers:
- A rich narrative experience—weave your own dark legend through daily writing prompts.
- Quick and immersive play—roll, write, and uncover the fate of your lost soul.
- Replayable scenarios—multiple Dark Ones to embody and dozens of randomized encounters.
- Compact and rules-light—play anywhere, anytime, with just a notebook and a die.
Will you resist the abyss, or will you succumb to it? The only way to know is to roll the dice and begin your descent.
the fires stop dancing to witness the sacrifice a mousedeer leaps into the pyre laughing
the rivers no longer obey the laws of mad gods spiralling upwards and beyond into voids unseen
spring at dusk the vanishing god whispers a prophecy to the elder tree
no one rules the tide only fools demand and expect obedience from the seas
it takes a keen and compassionate eye to see that the sky still remains to this day full of fire
touch alone tells a tale of leaves burnt blue by the echoes of lost gods