Before you woke up in a costume chained to your friend and three strangers. That’s what you assumed before you were knocked unconscious. After all, Whimsey wouldn’t ask its cast members to stay behind if it was potentially dangerous. You and your friend seized the opportunity. When it was announced that Imogen, a category three hurricane, would soon hit Orlando, Florida, your employers asked for volunteers to remain in the parks during the storm, promising triple pay for at least 24 hours. You’re one of the many overworked interns working at Whimsey World. Mousetrap by Albietied second place overall You might get more than you bargained for. something watches from amidst the tree’s leaves and some villagers might know more than they let on - about you, about the tree, and about the war that ravaged the world.
you don’t know - or don’t remember - why, which isn’t surprising the last years are foggy for many, since the war of the angels ended and the world, shattered and hurting, started healing.įor a heartless being like you, nothing is as tempting as the hanging heart on the branches of the hungering tree.īut claiming it as your own might be even more dangerous than you thought. your chest is empty like theirs, but you have no heart to call your our own. In a world where people wear their glimmering hearts, sources of power and magic, in bracelets and in chains around their necks, you have none. no one dares to approach it, not anymore - too many lost their minds to its vicious pull, but none can resist casting a quick glance, admiring its vibrancy against the dead sky or even coveting the shimmering heart hanging from its lower branches. it rises high, trunk white as snow, leaves a mix of gold and crimson.
It is a beautiful but dangerous, almost malicious thing. The hungering tree stands tall on the hill beyond the village. Thank you to everyone who participated in Interact-if’s first ever game jam!
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