Postapoland by Bartosz Zaskòrski New slicing through the endless waters

slicing through the endless waters of the 1840s

let the torch smoke climb towards the blue-black sky and the stars twinkling like fireflies in deep

but Ive seen stranger things and have no wish to test my luck

You'll like this game if you enjoy exploration and interactions with your surroundings rather than combat

Translated by Dantzel Cenatiempo

Postapoland by Bartosz Zaskòrski New slicing through the endless watersA pyramid on the top of a mountain. A tomb on the top of the pyramid. A coffin inside the tomb. A sun lies in the coffin. This sun is a really angry one. One day, due to mysterious circumstances, it rises from the coffin. It rises high into the sky and rapidly goes mouldy. The world changes. The times of Postapoland come. Humans turn into beasts. The gods no longer listen. We then learn the fate of two beasts. They fight each other, fight each other