Monday, January 18, 2010
I've been drawn into a murky world of intrigue in an old London that has been stolen away from our own. I am playing as a charming and watchful individual of mysterious and indistinct gender. I have seduced a painter and his model, I am trying to find a card game that may cost me my soul, and I need someone to help me with the nightmares.
I blame Sylvia myself. (She tweeted about it and I couldn't resist.) If you enjoy language or steampunk or interactive stories you might like it. You need a Twitter account to log in and it's worth setting one up just for this game.
I can't stop now, I need to catch a tabby cat in the alleys of the city. I'll be in Echo Bazaar if you need me!