#digital ghost

[starwardchaos]

Updated Noir ref with the little details that I liked from my little test

Now he’s finally done and I can stop messing with him and work on the other designs and doodles I’ve been want to do

Obligatory @jaybirdhitman for my nonsense

[jaybirdhitman]

A kiddo!

Have a kid WPNZ design for the au! Nit that it'll Really show up in Digital Ghost proper, but we have given him a backstory, so it felt important to have a frame of reference

Obligatory ping @starwardchaos

[body-poetic]

"u cant save smth that doesnt want to be saved"

I Dreamt of Something Lost is a fake desktop game about data, grief, and memory. It is about the Facebook profiles of dead friends, about parts of yourself still stuck in a particular social media profile like a fossil stuck beneath layers and layers and layers of sediment, about the fragility of digital storage, about what it feels like to have your world shrink to the breadth of a computer screen. I made it back in 2023, during a particularly difficult time in my life. I was convinced it wouldn't come to anything; instead, it won a New Media Writing Prize and more-or-less launched my career. Funny how things work out.

I'm trying to grow my writing to the point where it can financially support me - crazy difficult, I know, but I believe in my work and what it can do. I Dreamt of Something Lost is possibly the best thing I've ever made - it would mean the world if you could check it out on itch.io HERE.

You can also buy it as a cassette game (with bonus creator commentary) or postcard HERE!

[the-most-humble-blog]

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MINDFUCK: THEY WARNED YOU ABOUT LIVING FOREVER

They warned you about living forever. You ignored them. Laughed in their faces. Told them you’d conquer time.

They said immortality wasn’t a gift -- it was a sentence. You told them that’s what cowards say when they’re afraid of greatness.

They tried philosophy. Told you you’d outlive everyone you loved. You said love was a distraction.

They tried ethics. Told you your mind wasn’t built to withstand eternity. You smirked.

They tried fear. Told you you’d see things that don’t belong in sanity. Things older than gods. Things that blink when galaxies die.

You scoffed. Called it “cosmic bedtime stories.”

But time kept going. And now you’re here.

The Earth isn’t the Earth anymore. The moon cracked open 300 years ago. No one fixed it. The sun is pale and mean. The wind howls in numbers. You haven’t seen a mammal in decades. Not even yourself.

You can’t die. But you can rot. And you have. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. A living fungus of who you used to be. Trying to remember what warmth meant. Trying to remember why you wanted this.

You belong to no era. No one remembers your language. You outlived names. You outlived gravity. You outlived meaning.

The universe has changed physics three times since the last time you cried. And now crying feels like a punchline to a joke you no longer understand.

You told them you wanted to see everything. You said that like it was brave. Now you stare out at a universe that doesn’t blink anymore. A black sky that yawns open like a wound and whispers new elements into existence.

And none of them are love.

You told them death was for the weak. But you were wrong. Death was release. Death was mercy. Death was the right to belong to a time.

Now you drift through centuries like trash stuck in a wind tunnel. You live in museums made of regret, haunted by the bones of everything you outlasted.

You are not wise. You are not powerful. You are not a legend.

You are a rotting god in a broken simulation. And you have no one left to blame but yourself.

🧠 More scrolltraps 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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[AUTO-WIPE IN: ∞ -- IDENTITY UNSYNCED FROM REALITY.]

[grand-zammy]

Happy Ghostbusters Day

(during Pride Month)

[not-fun-dot-com]

nothing i can keep,

but my love…

•.

[thiswasarealplace]

You don’t remember what the joke was. Just that the sun was setting, your heart was light, and for once, being a little cringe felt like freedom.

[derangedrhythms]

take a closer look at what it is that’s really haunting you 

Tori Amos, Digital Ghost