You're meant to be doing a quick cat-food run. Uncle's list is in the glovebox. The record shop's front door is a wall of Taylor Swift superfans. Morp is not cruel; Morp is accurate.
←↑↓→ or click to walk · type verbs + Enter (look, take paperclip, use seatbelt, talk becky…) · 1–6 pick a dialogue reply · Esc leaves a chat · F1 CRT scanlines · F2 sound.
Elastic. Eyepatch. Gratitude. Door.
DELAYS HAPPEN. DON'T PANIC. PANIC IS FOR TOURISTS.
There are 250 points, two deaths, and a true ending. Don't read signs aloud unless you have all the words. Don't eat the kebab. (You'll eat the kebab.)
The MRPGI engine (a Rust reimagining of Sierra's AGI), backgrounds by nano banana squeezed into 160×168 EGA, chiptunes by a 60-line Python synth. Adapted from the Beyond Morp text adventure next door. Monster Robot Party.