'The earth dries up and withers, the world languishes and withers, the heavens languish with the earth.

The earth is defiled by its people; they have disobeyed the laws; violated the statutes and broken the everlasting covenant.

Therefore a curse consumes the earth; its people must bear their guilt.'

This is a short piece about THE TERROR, the peace from THE TERROR that a walk can bring, and the looming worry that we don't have many of them left to console us.

I wrote this in a day using the Narrat game engine, as part of the Narrat Game Jam themed around 'Finite Resourses'. I hope you enjoy it, even though it's a bit sad.

If you want to check out the photos featured in the game in full colour, I have included a zip file below. They're well worth the look, Wales is very beautiful : )

Content Warnings

Climate grief. Hopelessness. Piss chat. Animal death. Suicidal ideation.

StatusReleased
PlatformsHTML5
Rating
Rated 5.0 out of 5 stars
(5)
AuthorDigital Poppy
GenreInteractive Fiction
Tagsclimate-change, Short, walking
Average sessionA few minutes
LanguagesEnglish
InputsKeyboard, Mouse
AccessibilitySubtitles, One button

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(+1)

Y'know, in some ways, I really wish I didn't connect this. It must be nice in its own way to not feel The Terror. But I can't drive it away forever, really. It's just not who I am. Just like it's not who I am to do anything Big that would Affect Things. (Even if I could, I'm self aware enough to know I'd fuck it all up along the way.)

It's too humid here in the summers for real walks. Some people can stand it, but not me. Summer is a time of retreating as much as possible into climate controlled buildings and depression in the long sunlight, relishing the moments of stormy relief.

But... if I let The Terror overtake me, then I'm not even alive now. Not really. So I just have to have hope and support the people I care about, and when The Terror creeps up I try to let them support me. 

Because I don't want to die. And I don't want to live like I'm already dead. So what else is there?


Thank you for sharing. It's a downer, but it connects. And the photos of Wales are lovely.

(+2)

Relatable. You're not alone in feeling this sorta way either.

When it affects me worst... I try to remind myself that the situations that generate and prop up THE TERROR are fundamentally unsustainable. Overhunting predators that deplete their food, die out, and make room for new life/ways of being as they do.

Even if it seemed unstoppable at one time... by it's nature, it'll inevitably crumble in on itself. And as more of the apparatus breaks, we'll have more opportunity to join together to meaningfully help unbuild it, too.

For now, I think we can keep going for walks. Making art to connect with others. Finding resilience in ourselves, and with our communities, to carry on. Weather the collapse or the unbuilding process, whatever form it takes. And when the time comes, work to make something better together.

At least, that's a way I comfort myself! Maybe it can bring some comfort to you, too.