JessalynCrimson

screenshots from a little game i've been working on recently..!

it's about two women trapped in a ruined temple on mars, being hunted down by the malevolent force of the planet itself. every day they wake up with just a few minutes to search their surroundings before the Heart of Mars appears to kill them again.

"don't sing me the blues, please, sing me a BRIGHT RED SONG OF LOVE" is a game about exploration, cooperation, love, secrets, clever planning, and learning the language of your surroundings. i'm excited to show off more as it comes along ~ please follow if you like!

BRIGHT RED SONG OF LOVE will available as part of A Space Atlas, an anthology of experimental games put together by our local dev group and it comes out next month!

the anthology has eight games ranging from horror to shooter to survival to fishing, all of them flung into the deep depths of the galaxy

you can wishlist the anthology here:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2915920/Locally_Sourced_Anthology_I_A_Space_Atlas/

"don't sing me the blues, please, sing me a BRIGHT RED SONG OF LOVE" is a game about two women trapped in a temple on mars, caught in an endless loop and being hunted down by the goddess of the planet herself. it was a strange and fun project to make, and i hope you enjoy it! please check it out!

This adventurer clawed their way up from the bottom.

"That thing's as big as a cart," Pull-Down-Heaven says, chewing on a toothpick.

"You think Zincodemus is okay?" Dan-Bagh asks.

The dragon fledgeling stretches, rolling its head against the rough floor of the abandoned mine until it's peering at them upside-down, claws glittering as its extended forefoot flexes. It licks its own nose with a long tongue, and purrs.

"Biiiiig stretch," Harris says, absently cheerful, across the chamber and already rummaging through their supplies. "Zinky's fine!" ey add. "Practically indestructible, compared to flesh! You really wouldn't think installing a life inside an elvenoid war-engine would work so well."

The dragon wriggles, making itself comfortable against the determined squirm of something underneath it.

"Why do you think it went straight for him like that?" Dan-Bagh shifts guiltily, thumbs tucked into his sword belt, making absolutely no move to attempt to help.

"Runs warm, doesn't he?" Harris says. "Ah, there we are," and produces a ball-peen hammer. "Cuddly, like."

"He's an animated siege machine!" Dan-Bagh says. "Eight feet of plate armour stuffed with military golemics! Cuddly?"

"That thing's as big as a cart," Pull-Down-Heaven repeats.

A determined metal hand shoves its way out from under the dragon's bulk, and the dragon delightedly bats at it, then rolls over so it vanishes out of sight underneath it again with a muffled clang.

"We're gonna be here all day," Dan-Bagh says.