About this game
✤ overview ✤ become an impeccant feline whose existence is bound by registers of ailuric abstraction. uncover a prodigious maze of audiovisual crystallization at soul-rending pace ✤ features ✤ • explore a cat notebook • many unique illustrations to look at and songs to listen to • do cat-like things • 40+ hours of gameplay • suffer alone or together as a great party game • only enjoyable while delirious • non-referential content • extremely limited features and gameplay • exasperatingly challenging, impossible to speedrun ✤ genre ✤ the dark souls of walking simulators, the desert bus of yume-nikki likes. more virtual museum than game. not for the faint of heart ✤ more ✤ chelladine approached the mysterious screen, emitting a pale glow of curiosity and illusion. she pressed her gentle paw pad against the screen and it sparked to life. suddenly, a gray speckled cat wearing a burgundy cloak climbed out of the screen and confronted chelladine "you've come here to learn more about this game," the gray cat declared chelladine turned her head to the side in bewilderment "no, i do not wish to know about your game. in fact i am not sure why i am here at all!" mused chelladine the gray cat looked her in her ruby eyes "even past the beauty of your eyes, i can see the curiosity," the gray cat taunted chelladine took a small purse from her backpack. a ruby-like dangly dangled from the silver-trimmed pocketbook. she slowly and deliberately took out a small leaf, which she began to gnaw on the gray cat was visibly impatient "look, there's only one reason why anyone ever comes here, and it is because they require, no, need, information about nair's game," he said, dragging his ragged paw pads against his face, stretching it out downwardsly "downwardsly is not a word," chelladine pointed out, swallowing the remainder of the mint tasting leaf with a pronounced gulp it was at this point the curator realized he was in an abstract construct stepping back, the curator conjured a knife in his paw. the knife was a pronounced silver with red accents bleeding through it, as if the knife's previous victim had been immortalized "downwardsly is probably not a word!" he cackled. "but nair was using wordpad for windows 10 when he wrote it, which he forgot did not have spell-check" chelladine liked the knife the curator was holding quite a bit. "can i see your knife?" she said, turning her head sideways with the same previously innocuous motion the curator tried to regain her focus. "chelladine, do you realize you can read the script we are performing? why did you mention that misspelt word?" he waved his knife around wildly chelladine did not seem interested in metaphysical aberrations. she did seem interested in the knife, though. "i wish to see your gorgeous knife!" she asked again, a smile beginning to form on her precious ****ing face the curator looked toward the 4th wall, eyes beaming. "with pleasure..." the curator considered leaping forward and stabbing chelladine in the eye, but then scried the bottom of the store description to find out that this ends poorly for him and decided against it chelladine turned around, panning over walls 1, 2, and 3, which were an endless, verdant, canopy filled forest. vibrant rays of imaginary sun seeped through the soothing trees. wall 2 was perpendicular to the computer monitor which she had touched and which the curator had climbed out of it was at this point nair realized that despite his writing reticle having the appearance of a page, writing 10 pages for this description would be impossible since wordpad did not have page delineators. he searched around for a word count, or something similar that would give him an arbitrary goal to aim for the curator slashed frustratedly in 3 dimensions. "nair! all you had to do was write a ****ing description for your ****ty game, and here i a-" unwilling to ponder the dynamics of the scenario, nair reverted the scene to a previous instance, remembering to check the box that prohibits the story's characters from being able to observe the medium they exist in chelladine sat on the grassy floor. "i love that this forest unpacks their grass. did you know there are lands that do not? huge, towering cubes of still-packed grass, looming over acres of raw dirt...such an unsightly spectacle" the curator was dizzy, an all too familiar feeling. he looked down into his upturned paws, a gorgeous intricate handcrafted knife laying in them. chelladine's paws were above his, touching the knife "thank you!" mused chelladine chelladine sat on the grass with the knife in her paws, appreciating how the sun played off the silver and crimson. the silver had infinitely detailed oil-slick ravines, the crimson was like a bloody amber the curator sat across from her, sighing, paws on face with his head held low chelladine sniffed and licked the side of the knife with her prickly tongue "hmm... i certainly can not figure out what kind of gem this is..." the curator seized the opportunity "may i ask your name?" he asked, tilting her chin up carefully enough to not risk hurting her with the knife she was observing "it's chelladine. the pleasure is mine. yours?" "i'll tell you in a brief second, darling." the cat known as the curator said. "chelladine, i would like to explain why this monitor is here in the middle of this forest. mind listening?" "chelladine pulled out her gun." chelladine said while not pulling out her gun '****...', thought the curator "chelladine pulled out her gun....chelladine pulled out her gun...." chelladine repeated the curator gazed at the hypnotized chelladine, who was clutching the knife with both paws while licking the broad side of it "chelladine pulled out her gun" chelladine sat lopsided, drooling and licking the side of the blade. the once rigid crimson amber was now melting, staining chelladine's white face and neck fur. her brilliant white silken bow was now nearly entirely red chelladine spasmed and twitched, her eyes rolling…
