The Ensign vs Number Nine

death awaits. their humanity makes them strong. - 100% playable via VoiceOver - Pre-sequel to the #1 viral smash hit, A Dark Room. - Made with love by indie game developers. - No ads. - No data collection. - No IAP. - No crippled gameplay. - No data requirements. - No elevated device privileges. - Stupid difficult, but that's why you'll love it.

A story you receive, not read. Your estranged brother is dead. He has left you a house where the land gives up and becomes marsh, a war-surplus shortwave receiver, and nineteen years of listening logs kept in a hand that never once wavered. On the fourteenth of June his entries stop mid-sentence. Every night after it is blank. Tune the set. There is a station where none should be: a music box running down, and then a woman counting in groups of five, unhurried, as though she had every night in the world and meant to spend them one at a time. She has been counting for nineteen years. Tonight she says your name. SIX BROADCASTS One a night. The prose is the map. It turns, it mirrors, it goes down the cellar stairs and climbs back up them, and you turn the phone in your hands to follow it, because the room turned and not the typeface. Fifty locks stand between the first page and the last. None of them is a quiz, and none is answered by choosing the right option from a list. The house asks things of you and it asks fairly. Nothing it asks for is missing from the book. WHAT IT ASKS Patience, and something to write with. Some of these will hold you up for an evening. By the sixth broadcast you will be going back through notes you made in the first. Nothing is timed and nothing can be lost, so an evening spent stuck is an evening spent in the house. HER VOICE Recorded, not synthesised. A woman reading numbers in the register of a speaking clock, coming up out of shortwave static. Sound is atmosphere here and never information, so a reader in silence loses nothing but the dread. BROADCAST ONE IS FREE The whole first chapter, start to finish. No account, no trial clock. The other five unlock with one purchase, paid once, never a subscription. TONIGHT'S SIGNAL, FREE FOREVER Every night the station sends a new cryptogram, and every listener on earth gets the same one. She does not always send it the same way. A few minutes to break. Behind a year of them lies a dead man's log, 365 nights of it, in order and a night at a time: the year before Broadcast One, and how a patient man came to be sitting in that cellar. Keep a streak and you are reading a second story for nothing. No ads. No tracking. No account. No timers, no energy, no notifications. It honours the text size you have set, and it works with the aeroplane switch on. Headphones on. Lights off. One broadcast a night.