when we became the moon

A Solo RPG or Meditation or Journaling game, where you live on a moon sainted by the darkness left behind from the implosion of the old world and its fascist dead young gods  and you are adapting to your new home and heart, while teasing the shadows that orbit you - in evil or righteous or friendly or hungry ways. Or some mixture of all of that. You play the game using Wikipedia and your curious heart, and this is the gentlest reminder that donating to the Wikimedia Foundation is a small but meaningful act of resistance against the living young gods and their penchant for revisionism. Float in anti-gravity liberation, but hold your grief heavy in your stomach because it is yours, it’s yours, it’s yours. Made for the TittyRPG Jam No explicit NSFW in the game text, though it is a playfully and plainly and painfully demisexual game. CWs for game text include: Apocalypse, grief, blasphemy, mentions of fascism - violence - oppression, death, haunting, religion, toxic relationships, disassociation, manipulation, abandonment, betrayal