Dayseyemay

just a bean trying to write games

novice game designer and tabletop podcaster. check out my wanderhome project on the 2’s company podcast! my games can be found at https://dayseyemay.itch.io/


1, 2, 3..... 9, 80

the abbacus clicked as it shifted beneath grey-white feathers. A metallic plink matched in time as each penny was dropped into the small wooden box at the foot of the desk.

The Piegon merchant let out a deep sigh as he laid his head on the cool metal frame. The all too cluttered room only faintly illuminated by light of the glow moss outside, made Red feel even more trapped in a corner. If only he had counted before the moon dances' end, he would have caught this miscalculation before the twins drifted apart. It would be a whole year until he could return to his coffers on the third moon.

By now Red Gold had nearly a 1/4 left of the journey to Day Dream inn. The disheartened accountant just had to hope this amount would suffice for the fesivities planed come new years.

now sitting up in his chair the bird adjusted his glasses and stood up. Peering out of the little window, in his little room, in the little cabin nestled in a crater on the moon; Red took in the view of Hæth from above. The sweeping valleys and dew soaked fields all blended together from this height, so far that even if his wings could carry him the trip would be ill-advised. He almost couldn't think it possible that such a beautiful land would be steeped in the poison of war.

But he did know better than that. Of course the wars are over now and violence is seldom found; but pretending like they were never there would just discount the experience of those working to rebuild, recover, and heal their communities. Their stories of what was are just as important to the future as the wonderful natures that surround them. Shaking his head to clear the thought, Red turned away from the window. Three moths fluttered by outside, out of his view, making their way to the fourth moon, to daydream inn where their spirits can rest for the new year.

With nothing to do but think, Red sat back down in his chair with hopes to clear his mind. Best to count one more time anyways, he thought as a picked up the heavy box at the foot of the table.

1, 2, 3.. 5.. 10....



I had the chance to play through a solo game of crossroads today and I was such a good experience. Crossroads is a game about exploring grief and loss and seeing what path you choose to take in the end.

I ended up using the game as a way to work through a solo session idea for the wanderhome character I had been following. I had wanted to do some big look back on her journeys for awhile and Crossroads was the perfect thing to help me through it. i’m now feeling more inspired to jump into a season 2 and see where I end up!

here is a link to where you can find Crossroads on itch! https://sebastianyue.itch.io/crossroads



a short reading inspired by the TTRPG Wanderhome

The Devildays Sun was bright as Beau ran through the grass sea of Miewel, not a care in his head. The little Calf with his fluffy brown fur and stomping boots would leap from puddle to mudpuddle, splashing up what little rain was left from the month of Monsoon. Mud and grass stains covered the bandage wraps around Beaus body, giving them a much more "earthy" look than his mother probably would have liked. Gleeful laughter caught on the warm winds and lifted up to the small and forgotten gods in the bright red branches of the trees nearby.

Beau was nearing the edge of the meadow now. A sturdy looking wooden fence set a sharp boundary where the grass sea ended, the soft blue glow of the aching woods just beyond it. Determined to find his way to the spot where he saw the star fall last night, Beau would not let anything stand in his way. He slowly backed up lowering his head, ready to charge through the fenceposts (even though he could easliy slip under the not so impeding barrier).

WHAM! Beau hit the bottom plank hard with his head and tumbled over it and onto the ground on the otherside.

laying in the cool mud, looking up at the glowing blue branches above, Beau quickly rearanged the flowers that had fallen out of the tufts of hair on his head. Picking them up one by one, and adding in a few of the pink blossoms from the fields, he made sure to position them around the nubs on his head where his horns should be growing in.

Now facing the woods infront of him, Beau felt slight aprehension in his heart. His mothers words rang in his head. "now now little-one be careful, the world is bigger than you can wrap your head around. You can learn much more useful things in this classroom than in the grass." NO! Beau exclaimed out loud. He shook his head and began striding into the forest with renewed vigor. He knew what he saw, and he knew what he came here to do. That star is somewhere in these woods, and its probably scared and alone like him. He is going to find it and together they can make a place that will never end.

Once again Beau lowered his head, and ran, disapearing into the blue glow of the trees.