to ask is to echo and to echo is to drown
Tag: Singapore
coughed up constellations
horror rots the knees and you never leave the forest grim ever again
cicadas swarm and gather to interpret the clay maiden’s silence
That 90’s Weirdo

Super excited to share my next journaling/ micro TTRPG- That 90’s Weirdo, is now available for download for FREE or pay-what-you-want for the next few days (while it lasts) from itch.io or DriveThruRPG at the links below.
That 90’s Weirdo- DriveThruRpg
You wake up in a smoking crater behind a strip mall, your clothes aren’t yours, and your memories hum with static. It’s the 1990s—but off. The air is thick with VHS haze. Tamagotchis blink warnings. Mixtapes mutter secrets. Everything familiar is distorted, and you… are someone else. Or were.
In That 90’s Weirdo, you play a warped relic of a bygone decade: a solo journaling RPG where you wander six surreal directions—Mall Ruins, Parking Spiral, Neon Woods, Forgotten Arcade, TV Sky, and the Crater’s Heart—each laced with uncanny nostalgia, psychic rot, and glitched identity.
Using only a d6, your weird self mutates through forgotten commercials, haunted mixtapes, and dream-cartoon logic. You’re not trying to remember who you were. You’re trying to survive what you’ve become.
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That 90’s Weirdo is a solo micro TTRPG where flannel meets fever dream. Build your character from psychic scars and retro detritus. Wander six corrupted zones of 90s Americana, each with prompts that blur reality, memory, and syndicated reruns.
Whether you’re a haunted zine anarchist or a Furby-warped mall goth, every roll is a chance to uncover (or erase) your name. Perfect for fans of liminal horror, VHS-core, and dreamlike solo journaling. Play it in 30 minutes or lose days in the static.
phantoms gather in spectral fields to prune unripe omens
the librarian burns her name in a weekly ritual and wades through bloodlike fog
limbs grow alien spines and his pen begs for silence by breaking its nip
his thoughts stain the walls neon and unfamiliar bones argue with furniture
pilgrims shave heads and burn braids in great bonfires on the border