Dead Cities, by Jon Ingold Average member rating: (31 ratings) The letter you received from Arkwright's nephew Carter was clear enough: when the old man dies the inheritance tax will be too great. It's certain ruin, much like the estate itself. To raise some capital the... |
Dead Like Ants, by C.E.J. Pacian Average member rating: (58 ratings) You play as a young woman in red overalls, a red worker ant. Every spring, five dangerous creatures visit the tree and threaten the village, and every spring, the Queen sends one of her daughters to... |
Delightful Wallpaper, by Andrew Plotkin ('Edgar O. Weyrd') Average member rating: (78 ratings) |
Domestic Elementalism, by fireisnormal Average member rating: (23 ratings) The plants that grow out of your bedroom walls are associated with Earth. The fairy lights strung across your kitchen are associated with Fire. Change an object's element, and the object will turn into... |
The Dreamhold, by Andrew Plotkin Average member rating: (175 ratings) The Dreamhold is interactive fiction — a classic text adventure. No graphics! No point-and-click! You type your commands, and read what happens next. The Dreamhold is designed for people who have never... |
Eat Me, by Chandler Groover Average member rating: (97 ratings) In this castle, you'll eat or be eaten. May contain dairy, carnage, puzzles, nuts. |
The Edifice, by Lucian P. Smith Average member rating: (84 ratings) "Something new in your everyday hunter-gatherer routine: where did this strange edifice come from? Dare you enter and explore the secrets of this... thing, or do you try to face your enemies? Like you have a... |
Endless, Nameless, by Adam Cadre Average member rating: (53 ratings) The first time I ever saw someone play a text adventure was in fifth grade. One of the sixth-graders didn't go to outdoor ed, and therefore spent the week in my fifth-grade classroom, playing Scott Adams's... |
Epitaph, by Max Kreminski Average member rating: (13 ratings) idle game about existential risks and the death of civilizations |
Ether, by MathBrush Average member rating: (32 ratings) "For the first time in centuries, something is different. Your tentacles tingle as you float to the east past icebergs and whirlwinds. You skirt a pocket of hot air, bounce through a field of ice, and... |
Final Selection, by Sam Gordon Average member rating: (18 ratings) |
Fine-Tuned, by Dennis Jerz Average member rating: (23 ratings) "Can Troy, the handsome daredevil autoist, live up to his "sterling" reputation? What secret threatens the career of the talented singer, Miss Melody Sweet? With the help of the mechanical genius Aloysius... |
Fingertips: I Walk Along Darkened Corridors, by Andrew Schultz Average member rating: (5 ratings) There are 1001 doors in the darkened corridors. Which is right? |
First Things First, by J. Robinson Wheeler Average member rating: (23 ratings) You’ve just arrived at home from your nightly visit to the science and invention section of the local public library, where you spend each night dreaming your dreamy dreams of one day inventing a time travel... |
Floatpoint, by Emily Short Average member rating: (98 ratings) It is night on this side of the planet. Settled areas are lit: a jagged crescent in the tropics, lining the inland sea. The bright splatter along the top of the curve is Tanhua, as bright from space as New... |
For a Change, by Dan Schmidt Average member rating: (115 ratings) "The sun has gone. It must be brought. You have a rock." [--blurb from Competition '99] |
Goose, Egg, Badger, by Brian Rapp Average member rating: (21 ratings) |
The Gostak, by Carl Muckenhoupt Average member rating: (87 ratings) "Finally, here you are. At the delcot of tondam, where doshes deave. But the doshery lutt is crenned with glauds. Glauds! How rorm it would be to pell back to the bewl and distunk them, distunk the whole... |
Grandma Bethlinda's Remarkable Egg, by Arthur DiBianca Average member rating: (23 ratings) How do you break out of handcuffs when all you've got is an egg? |
Grue., by Charles Mangin Average member rating: (13 ratings) It is pitch black. You are a grue. Can you catch your next meal, or will you succumb to starvation and worse? |