Tend the farm, the chickens, the grieving jars. COZY-PICKLE-HORROR experience set in the rotting mountains of Czech Switzerland. Preserve what you couldn't save.

You couldn't save them. So you try to preserve them.

Someone deer to you had to leave in a hurry. There was a note on the kitchen table: take care of the cucumbers, you know how important they are to me. Water my flowers when you have time. I want to smell them when I get back.

Arriving on a sunny day. You plant. You water. You pickle. You keep busy.

The farm needs tending. There is always something that needs tending.

Tend the Farm

Work a real daily farming routine: plow plots, plant seeds, water, harvest cucumbers, collect eggs, seal pickling jars. The work is repetitive on purpose.

Talk to the Pickles

The jars on your shelf are not quiet. Unable to move, the pickles have had a lot of time to think about what you do when everything around you is being destroyed and if there really is nothing you can do about it.

Explore a Land Already Dying

An isolated homestead at the foot of Bohemia's sandstone cliffs but the cliffs have company. Mining towers squat on the ridge. A lake sits in the valley where ground used to be, eaten out from underneath by decades of excavation. The creek runs the color of rust. The trees at the forest's edge are already already bare, stripped long before autumn by smoke that settled in like a second sky.

This is the 1980s Black Triangle. The land was sick before you got here. The purple rot spreading through your plots is just the latest thing wrong with this place. The mountains are still beautiful. You remember when the air was clean.