INKBORN
You wake up in a comic nobody finished, and an eraser is eating the world from the edge of the page. You have a sketchbook: trace an axe and you are holding an axe. Everything costs ink. Colour the page back in before it is gone. Up to four.
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You wake up in a comic nobody finished, and an eraser is eating the world from the edge of the page. You have a sketchbook: trace an axe and you are holding an axe. Everything costs ink. Colour the page back in before it is gone. Up to four.
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About This Game
A COMIC THAT IS BEING ERASED
You wake up inside a comic. Paper underfoot, ink lines, halftone dots in the sky. And the page is
shrinking. An eraser chews inward from the edge, day after day, and whatever it reaches is simply gone.
No weapon, no tools, no camp. You have a sketchbook. That is the whole plan.
YOU DRAW WHAT YOU NEED
There is no crafting menu. You open your sketchbook, and on the page are grey guide lines in the shape
of an axe. You trace them by hand. And then you are holding an axe.
Nothing snaps your line onto the guide. That part is you, and the page can tell how well you did.
INK IS EVERYTHING
One resource, and it is inside all of it. Every stroke drinks it. Every glyph. Every obelisk costs a
lot. Enemies splash ink when you land a hit. At night it rains ink, which tops you up and chills you at
the same time.
PUSH THE ERASER BACK
Nine obelisks stand on the page. Walk up, hold the key, pay the ink, and the eraser gives up thirty
metres. That is the only language it understands. Let a day pass without re-inking one and it comes
closer.
SURVIVE THE NIGHTS
Hunger, thirst and warmth drain the whole time. Your tools crack, then break. The Unfinished come out
after dark, and nobody coloured them in. Build a shelter that holds, or draw yourself a bed and sleep
through it.
