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The Dust of the Violet Crystals

A flesh-eating dust leaves you to survive alone against hordes of Listless.

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April 23, 2024
2 years and 101 days ago
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Positive20 reviews95.0%

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About the Game

The Story:
After a flesh-eating dust blows through your small town you are left trying to survive alone against hordes of Listless humans. Starved for social interaction you find yourself questioning your sanity when a voice speaks directly into your mind begging for your help.

Game Features:
Navigate an apocalyptic world full of Listless humans while managing your health and toxin levels. Collect items and choose travel locations that you feel will most aid in your survival. Can you choose correctly and survive until you solve the mystery of the anonymous voice? Or will you fail and drag others down with you when you die?

Multiple endings, and almost every choice will have some impact, sometimes immediately. Good luck!

Excerpt:
NARRATOR
Huddling in the corner of our modest shop I can see them.
I can see them through the glass, weaving to and fro as if only held upright by the merest of threads invisibly dangling from the hazy sky.
The light that had previously consumed their retinas has faded to a dull glow.
For hours I have hovered inside my shop. Waiting. Watching.
My wife and I had chosen the reflective lettering on the glass of our shop in an attempt to catch the eyes of passerby to peruse our wares.
I do not understand why, but it seems to confuse them.
Almost immediately on turning to the glass the light in their eyes will fade, and they will either stand idly, waiting, or join the ranks of the others.
A sudden scream shatters my thoughts and I slowly stand and walk toward the glass pane.
A lone woman runs screaming through the street.

YOU (horrified)
No…No!

NARRATOR
As soon as I speak one of the Listless turns toward the window and I press myself against the wall in terror.
It weaves to and fro in indecisive consternation, its ears aware of sound but the mirrored letters confusing its vision.
After a few moments it turns back towards the woman.
By the time I work up enough nerve to return to the glass and try to help, it is too late.
But the Listless aren’t even the worst part.
The dust.
The dust is always worse.