https://patrick-lauser.itch.io/vvalkabout Basically this is a proof of concept for making 3D environments in Twine. I was seeing what I could do and how I could do it, and was quite pleased with the possibilities. There are three controls: left, forward, and right (in some places some directions are not available). You can explore all the various places you can go - but if you take too long to find "them" then "hunter" will catch you.

"This is Croc Colch speaking, to you, Gunther, my travelling companion." The walls, and, strangely, the floor, are of concrete blocks. If you reached out, you could touch either wall. The plaster ceiling is low enough that you have to stoop; Croc, being at his age less than five feet tall, walks erect freely. "Do not look too long or too close at the concrete blocks: you begin to discern the sphinxes, and their smiles bewitch." The incandescent lights are set in reflective concavities at frequent regular intervals, so that, though so often the labyrinth has a corner or junction, there is always a little too much light. You feel the heat as you pass under the lights like the throbbing of a fevered heart. "Watch the footprints - I forgot, sorry." Your eyes cannot see so well as his, and are not as used to noticing such things as footprints. Wedge faces of assailant beasts of the labyrinth: you fence yours away, and brutalise it, with your long and heavy file. Croc frightens the rest by expressing his intense interest in them, and photographing them with his white Rotorwand camera. Not long after a gangrel fiend launches upon you from a recess with shrubs (looking very suspicious underground). With the end of your file you had punched the fiend upward into a light fixture, where it was electrocuted. Croc Colch gives you a thumbs up. You wonder if there are still footprints that he sees. "Naturally, squatter at the seal." This squatter grins as is custom, and claps all its paws together and on the ground. Stinking creatures akin to worms or slugs on membraneous wings swarm around the two of you. Neither of you are frightened of them, and do not fight or kill any of these. The squatter frowns so profoundly as to leave drool on its complex seat, and squeezes into the hairline crack between two concrete blocks, like a child pulling the bedclothes over his head, with a sound like wet yarn pulled through a tight hole in leather. "Mind the lintel." Sharp as an axe, and humming a deadly tone. Now for the prize: tearing off the paper in the closet. "Succulent, flavourful, that biteable consistency: these are the best dates." They are. ~ Every working day I create an OOM in some medium, to show some of my unapologetic fascination for the OOMlich. ofourmaker.com #DailyCreatedOOM 2023/06/14