Run, little amphora!
During a recent house clearout I discovered a cache of creative writing from my teenage years.
Naturally, I now consider most of it to be unbearable.
Reading certain notebooks makes me feel as though my stomach is mounting an upwards assault on my brain.
“No evidence of my failure must remain,” he bellows in the Itch preamble.
“Prepare to be scrapped!”
It’s a simple play, so simple that my previous sentence feels desperately overloaded.
The unspoken objective is to last long enough to hear the entirety of the game’s pulsing background track.
I have yet to manage this.
you’re able to download Amphora Hell for free on Itch.
