#from the mud

[beckwritesif]

The vast stretches of lone trees and wild grass of the rural countryside lures the ego overboard, pulling consciousness off course into addiction, delusion and seduction’s disintegrating madness. You barely pull yourself home from there every evening, the sun telling your time, the birds your weather forecast. One day you might not return home at all.

From the Mud is a Midwest gothic inspired horror romance set in a solitary countryside occupied only by two small towns and stretches of untamed nature. You play a troubled cowboy/girl/puncher who‘s ground deep into a maddening, repetitive routine that a string of deaths suddenly upends. The sheriff of the neighboring town along with a driven journalist and an old friend whose bridge you’ve long since burnt comes to town having heard the news. As you’re hunting for the culprit and running from yourself, your quiet life on the ranch is disturbed, forcing you to keep your cards close and choose your company carefully. But the most pressing matter proves to be whether you can trust your own mind.

From the Mud

☆ Interactive fictional psychological horror written in choice script

Features

Play as either a man, woman, or other

Choose your appearance from overall features to minor details

Experience nuanced romance as either straight, gay, or bi, or forgo romance altogether

Choose whether you’re religious or not in an overly christian rural town

Experience the world react differently towards you depending on who you identify as

Get wrapped up in the chaos to solve the mystery of several murders

Lose touch with reality and slowly question everything around you

Remember: you have to choose to get better

Reject the possibility of unnatural forces at play, or believe

Rot in a jail cell

Ride a horse!

Play a game mostly not driven by numbered stats but meaningful actions and a fuck ton of trackers

Demo! | pinterest | forum thread

Advisory for the story so far: death, gore, profanity, substances

Basics about some of the important RO characters and other below

The Sheriff ☆ Zachariah “Zach” Mallory ☆ a man in his mid thirties

Sheriff Mallory works from his office in Two Rocks, and though his occupation means working closely with other people and seeing to their needs, it would be indolent to describe him as being good with people. At all. Being abrasive and ill-natured, the man does, however, suit the role of authority well. When the angry crease on his forehead soften, you might find there is something else within his tired eyes.

The sheriff has dark brown, chin-length hair and a matching little effort short beard. His sand-colored skin is sun-kissed from being outside, the circles under his eyes almost a purple kind of shade. Under a heavy set of brows sits a pair of dark blue, almost stormy gray eyes. Standing at an imposing height, Mallory is nigh refused anything, and can’t be forced to wear the ugly uniform his rank requires. Instead, he sports a simple white fitted t-shirt and a pair of well-loved denim jeans.

The Journalist ☆ Candy Tillman ☆ a woman in her early thirties

Working for the local news station in Two Rocks, Ms. Tillman has through work experience and excellent mentoring from her predessessor become a hound chasing stories and truths. She is both idealistic and romanticizing (that which shouldn’t), and yet entirely unsusceptable to bullshit. When her facade falters who will accept her then?

The woman with the sweetest name has blonde hair that falls to the middle of her shoulder blades, which she loves to blowout. Her tan skin is contoured by a natural style of makeup, her small, light blue eyes painted. Candy is average height, reaching taller stature with her go-to minimalist pumps. The journalist prefers simple, feminine silhouttes of clothing, keeping up with the times.

The Best Friend ☆ Blythe Abel Goodwin ☆ a woman in her mid twenties

Blythe is your best friend who you grew up with in Ashley and who stuck around when everyone left, though you know she would’ve loved to leave just as much as you once did. In response to the death of her dreams and the narrow-minded opinions of the general inhabitation of the area, she has defiantly become a person of unique and unpredictable character. You’ve known each other through thick and thin, but is there a side to her yet to be discovered?

Your childhood friend is a contrast-filled woman just under average height. Long, black, cascading hair falls from her head down to her mid-back. Choppily home-cut bangs frame her small face. Her fair skin turns rosy in the cold. Blythe’s almond eyes that are sometimes obscured by a pair of reading glasses, are hazel. She wears whatever the fuck she wants.

The Colleague ☆ Ford Wiley Mallory ☆ a man in his early twenties

Ford Wiley is the younger half-brother of Sheriff Mallory and your colleague on the ranch. Working there only half-time, the younger Mallory is dedicated and driven only in the field of his passion; music. His band has only ever played at the local bar, though. Reserved and perhaps somewhat more thin-skinned than most living out on the countryside, Wiley makes do with refreshing optimism. Whether this optimism is genuine or fabricated is yet to be revealed.

Your part-time cowboy coworker has long, wavy brown hair that he sometimes makes an effort to style, and otherwise lets it live its own life. He and his half-brother have little in common, appearance included; Wiley has olive skin covered in freckles. His eyes are dark brown, and he is of average height. The musician’s clothes consist of unwanted (by himself) hand-me-downs from Zachariah and ill-gotten items.

The Old Friend ☆ Sawyer “Saw” Brennan ☆ a gender selectable person in their late twenties (m/f)

You grew up with Sawyer along with Blythe, and the three of you braved your childhood and youth in this godforsaken place for years. But they left when things got hardest, and you haven’t been able to get past it even after all these years. Over the years Sawyer has been away they’ve grown into a person you barely know anymore, and you struggle with their sudden return. Will you be able to understand and forgive them for leaving?

Sawyer has inky brown curly hair, worn long (f) or short (m) and loose, carefully taken care of and styled. They have warm brown skin and sharp eyes to match. Your old friend is tall, fitting their frame into oversized graphic t-shirts and either color matched sweats or baggy jeans.

My intentions with this game: It is not supposed to be a beautiful story, it is supposed to be ugly. Writing this game in the way I am is my taking a step away from perfection and seeing where my unpolished writing takes the story. I have been ruled by fear of inadequacy and a desire for ‘perfect timing’ long enough. If I continue to wait for the ‘right moment’ to create, I will end up not creating at all. My only desire now is to simply create, and continue doing so until I have something to show for it.

Story is written and coded by me

Credits to Cole Meanor for the beautiful photography done for the headers!

[darkstarnetwork43]

From the Mud

Ladies and gentlemen, i address to you from the mud, because that's the only way to look at the sky. Back against the earth, Hands stretched wide, Feet firmly sat upon the ground, Water flowing freely, upside down. i'm here for a check, i'm here for a reason, Not once shall i ever consider the word treason. i'm here for a carry, i'm here to say, i'm here not to worry, i'm just here to…

[canisalbus]

Ok I drew them with silly 'hats' to cover their ears too (Vasco is wearing ear socks)

Machete looks like a jester

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[beigetiger]

Two interesting things I haven't seen anyone point out yet:

Jack has an organ donor card, implying that that is a service that is both possible and necessary in the Gaslight District. He lives in Chainport (same as the main gang). He's also been very generous with what he's offered to donate, he's ticked donating all necessary organs and tissues and has offered his body up for research/medical purposes (even though he can't die? Nobody can die? What is the purpose of this?).

His next-of-kin is his mom, so his mom is present in the gaslight district and there is a possibility of the people on the island dying or disappearing (probably the latter, considering what actually happened to him). I can't fully read his witness's name, but I think it might be Kathy. You know, another person who got cemented. Edit: it's not Kathy, it's Ken Hill. That has a whole other set of interesting implications for the show.

Also his signature has a little heart next to it, that's so cute :D

SECOND THING:

It's interesting how much emphasis they put on Mud's sleight of hand and his ability to do magic tricks. He randomly pulls two during the pilot, and in addition he's shown to swallow objects for safekeeping. It'll be interesting to see how and why he picked those tricks up in the future.

[stil-lindigo]

birds on a wire.

[oil slick halogen. the angels gave up on us. we’ll make do with feathers and tar.]

prints (all proceeds go towards purchasing e-sims for Gazans and helping re-locate Palestinian refugees)

[mud-muffin]

Starfire sketch 😼

[wiztarm]

idk about this one gang

[ky-landfill]

[prongss78]

james: i would die for you, i would live for you

regulus:

james: i would eat slugs for you, i would splinch myself for you

regulus: james...

james: i would drink mud for you, i would-

regulus: literally nobody is asking you to do any of that???

barty: well, hold on now, reg...

[beckwritesif]

Chapter one is now up!

Fuck it took me way too long to get here, but here I am. There’s a singular scene that’s still to be written, but that’s because it’s new territory for me and I don’t want to force it out. I don’t have much more to say honestly, but this is still a very first draft and I want to expand on certain scenes and put in a few more choices to get more engagement in the beginning of the game. Let me know if you find any inconsistencies, hopefully I hunted all bugs away.

Have fun with this!

Demo here

[diabolicalevil]

rogal dorn being informed of the 3 little pigs story like it's a real thing real guys did and he gets so angry he pops 6 blood vessels

[night-the-starfish]

I thought of angels choking on their halos, markers on paper.

[pieflavoredartz]

reimi 💕👼🏿

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Some more doodles for this idea where Mud stayed at Paradise Lost :)

I’m thinking of giving him a different name like Apathy or Languish or smth like that :0

[saintmachina]

"oh so you're spiritual but not religious" no actually I am deeply religious in alarmingly carnal and esoteric ways. If you even care.

[utane]

I made myself laugh so hard with this but then again I am full of cold medicine rn