False Idylls

A mother and her two daughters live cut off from the rest of a ruined world, bound by a closeness the story keeps calling unspeakable. That's the hook here, not the horror trimmings hung around it, though those are very much present.

The setting is bleak: the internet is gone, a century-long war has emptied the surface for space colonies, and what's left of humanity down here answers to government control. Storms that shouldn't exist and things that shouldn't be watching close in on the Hortimus house while family members go missing. You watch all of it happen and decide, through the choices you make, whether the household stays locked in its private twisted intimacy or gets pushed toward whatever truth is waiting outside it.

Play is standard RPG groundwork: walk the maps, talk to people, pick up and use items to push rooms and routes open, with light puzzle-solving and some combat stitched between story beats. A cooking system, a dream mechanic tied to found notes, and a stamina meter that gates which documents you can read all sit under the surface, feeding the same slow accumulation of detail rather than replacing it. Nothing here is animated, and the game doesn't pretend otherwise.