she died 17 days ago. you think. last weekend you got the letter in the mail. her handwriting. her lipstick stain on the crease. the return address carefully penned as her childhood home three states away.

so you drove. barely packed. just drove and then you were there and then you were knocking and walking in when the lock clicked open and that was two days ago, maybe. you've been walking since.

toxic yuri bury your gays haunted house game ... an attempt to make a ttrpg "walking sim"

ideally a game that feels bad and sucks to play

32-page formatted zine with unique layout on every page. explore 7 rooms (endlessly), with 15 rituals (mandatory), and 70 items to find herein

you'll need paper or a journal, a writing implement, as well as one full set of dice (d4 through d20) and an even surface to stack them on (and knock them down ...)

made for the eternal ttrpg may 2025 jam from prompts "void" + "empty space" + "ritual play" and inspired by a. a. voigt's conversation about a ttrpg "walking sim"

CWs: death, past familial death, medical, toxic romantic relationship, degrading mental state

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