A Mind Forever Voyaging, by Steve Meretzky Average member rating: "If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not..." --Shakespeare It's 2031. The world is on the brink of chaos. In the United States of North America, spiraling... |
Mind The Gap, by quackoquack Average member rating: You're in London for a day, and your friends are all unhelpfully scattered across Zone 1. Can you visit them all before your night bus leaves the city? A quick text adventure game made for Game Dev London's... |
Mingsheng, by Deane Saunders Average member rating: |
Mirror and Queen, by Chandler Groover Average member rating: Your mirror never lies. A puzzleless reflection. Fifteen to forty minutes. |
Missing Grandpa: Lost in Time, by Becky Kinkead Average member rating: In this severely under-implemented game, you play as someone looking for your Grandpa. Grandpa's been missing for three days. You have a suspicion where he's gone and you decided to check his notes in his... |
Molly and the Butter Thieves, by Alice Grove (as Cosmic Hamster) Average member rating: You are Molly Butterfield, dairy farmer extraordinaire. In the past week there have been two mysterious butter disappearances from your own kitchen. There will not be a third. Molly and the Butter Thieves... |
Monday, 16:30, by Alexander "Mordred" Andonov Average member rating: How long is half an hour when you are bored and miserable? How about when it's Monday, and it's 16:30? How about when you're in love? |
Moon-Shaped, by Jason Ermer Average member rating: In this game partly inspired by Little Red Riding Hood, you play as Rosalind Wechsler, a girl on the cusp of her 13th birthday. What begins as a trip to Grandmother's house in the woods leads to disturbing... |
Moonmist, by Stu Galley, Jim Lawrence Average member rating: More ghosts haunt the misty sea-coast and stone ramparts of Cornwall than anyplace else on earth. One such soul roams Tresyllian Castle: a pale phantom with flaxen hair and a luminous, flowing gown. It seems... |
Morris, by Dee Cooke Average member rating: The bells. The bells! You left it too late to leave the pub... and now THEY are here. How are you going to escape them this time? You are in the pub... but you've stayed too long. It's the Pokey End Folk... |