A PLANET CALLED NIGHTMARE

ASHCAN.ASHCAN.ASHCAN.ASHCAN.

The seedship landed aeons ago, a wire mother. Now her metal womb awakens, progeny spat out to an alien dawn. They are children unaware of the encroaching tide. They are welcomed to the rock-pool - welcomed by smiling teeth.

This was (is?) going to be my entry to Hexcrawloween 2024! 

Tragically, some medical stuff got in the way of finishing this so the project is on hold for now. Most of the art (doodles) and dungeon maps are completed but unkeyed, and a lot of what I had otherwise planned is unwritten and undeveloped, let alone unplaytested.

I do have some big future plans for this project however, so keep your eyes peeled and watch this space.

Thank you for your patience.
-Ewen

ASHCAN.ASHCAN.ASHCAN.ASHCAN.