GhostArchipelago

Ghost Archipelago is an interactive saga where every choice shapes the destiny of Matulo — a young man cursed to wander among forgotten islands, vengeful spirits, and civilizations that time has swallowed.

In this vast archipelago, where the supernatural and the mythological are as real as the salt of the sea, you will guide Matulo on an epic journey:
Will you unravel the secrets of the Shipwrecked Gods or surrender to the whisper of drowned souls?
Will you be a hero revered by mystical tribes, or a feared villain who commands dark tides?
Will you choose peace, power, or... oblivion itself?

Create your Matulo: define his past, alliances, spiritual abilities, identity, and hidden desires.
Navigate haunted seas, make decisions that change everything — alliances, loves, betrayals — and dive headfirst into an odyssey where death is only the beginning.

 Experience chapters inspired by a variety of genres:

"Tides of Blood" – Survive an invasion of ghost pirates on floating islands.

"Breath of the Ancients" – Explore living ruins that remember your every step.

"Heart of Coral" – Discover secrets buried deep where light never reaches.

"Songs of the Abyss" – Negotiate with entities beyond reality.

Ghost Archipelago

"That's what I don't understand!" Nomi says. "The company buying up real estate in the Valley is Huvud Development, and their point-man is a creep named Oliver Boone. Pretty minimal online presence, but I know for a fact that he also goes by Heinrik, and that alias is linked to Neo-nazi and white nationalist activity over a dozen forums."

"And Boone is interested in this place?" you ask.

"I'm not sure," Nomi says. "Either Huvud Development wants to intimidate Hog Throne, or they see some value in an old abandoned farm with water table problems."

Nomi shakes their head, like that's absurd. And the land does seem economically worthless. But what about its spiritual value? You think back to those brick tombs.

Roscoe works in the curtains beside the stage, fiddling with a laptop and some kind of jury-rigged power system. The speakers switch over from canned music to the microphone. The horrible puppet that fronts Scritti Ligotti introduces the band, then they get right into "Dr. Locrian in Jerusalem," apparently one of their hits. But even as the crowd starts to get excited, a chill runs through the people immediately around you. You turn to ask Nomi what's up, but they're gone. Maybe they do have self-preservation instincts. You spot them a moment later following the other Hog Throne manager, Fornam, and trying to ask him questions.

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