The Delusions of Maximillian Wurst
The first chapter of a loop-de-loop platformer in which you control Maximillian Wurst, silver-tongued poet and abject moron, as he pursues a fantasy that wants nothing to do with him. Escape Father Time! Shoot as many Chadwicks as you can! Stumble along with poison coursing through your lily liver!
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You're so much prettier when you smile. And here is something that I know will make you smile: the opening chapter of an idiot's odyssey! Play as Maximillian Wurst, a grandiloquent poetaster who is in pursuit of the resistant, fiesty Fialova (and by "fiesty" I mean "understandably outraged"). Fialova cannot stand Max for the simple reason that he is, as the Spanish would say, a douchebag. Does that deter Max? Only you can decide! It's all up to you! But actually, no.
The Delusions of Maximillian Wurst constitutes about 20-30 minutes of gameplay. The game so far is free, and I would love to hear your feedback!
Features
- Loop-de-loop platformer levels.
- Artwork derived from classic paintings and sculpture.
- An original score by the inimitable composer Elizabeth Legierski.
- A rather uncomfortable anecdote told by father whilst you are intoxicated.
- Purple prose up the old wazoo.
