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Kids With Knives is a simple-yet-elegant turn-based RPG taking inspiration from early-2010's creepypasta RPG Maker games. It's not really a horror game, but it incorporates spooky elements. It mostly makes use of stock assets and is fairly low-budget to replicate the homegrown amateurish aesthetic, with the emphasis on the story and gameplay. The game takes place within a single small town and its surrounding areas, which nevertheless constitute a surprisingly expansive, open, and explorable world with many secrets to find. Development is still in progress, but we are expecting to release a playable demo sometime in early 2022! No jumpscares, but content warning for animated blood and violent imagery and descriptions. You and your mom have just moved to the small Minnesota town of Pineshade in search of a new lease on life. For you, this means a new school, new friends, and an unfamiliar environment. Despite being a bit lonely at first, the lush wilderness around the town is ripe for indulging your drive for exploration, and soon you manage to make some friends whom you can drag along on your adventures. But as you begin to notice strange occurrences around the town, and unexplained disappearances are reported, the three of you soon realize the town holds a dark secret: numerous malevolent cryptids and monsters of folklore and urban legend, collectively known as Unfound. The grown-ups don't believe you when you tell them of the supernatural forces at work, and you can't simply let them destroy Pineshade Town... so you and your friends resolve yourselves to stopping the Unfound menace and their mysterious leader. The Player: An adventurous, strong-willed kid who lives alone with their mom, having recently moved to Pineshade Town from the city. The pragmatic Rogue of the group, they can get down and dirty in a fight, with stunning sucker-punches, handfuls of sand, and sneaky hit-and-run attacks all on the table. There is a certain untapped potential in them that could potentially lead to moveset diversification down the line... They carry a pocketknife. Luke: An introverted and somewhat cowardly boy who is nevertheless committed to helping his friends out of a jam. He is a genius tinkerer, able to build all kinds of gadgets to assist his friends in the war against the Unfound. Functionally the Mage of the group, he builds his expansive Tech skill arsenal not through leveling up but through crafting Tech Weapons. He carries a Swiss Army knife. Kiera: A very strange girl who seems to have her head in the clouds most of the time. Reclusive and socially-awkward, but still eager to make friends, she also seems to have a connection with the Unfound that has yet to be discovered. Kiera is the Warrior of the group, savagely attacking and maiming enemies with bloodthirsty abandon. She carries a kitchen knife. Shauna: A classmate of the Player, she is cheerful and studious, but tends to keep to herself. As things escalate, though, it starts to seem like she may have more of a stake in the fight than was previously thought... Shauna plays a support role to the main trio, providing situation reports and offering sidequests that can reward you with additional skills. Maria: The Player's mom. A dedicated parent through-and-through, Maria welcomes the Player's friends as if they were her own kids, giving the trio someone they can always turn to. Frank: Luke's dad, and Pineshade Town's trusted mechanic. Frank is a rough and hardened type who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty, and he tries his best to be supportive despite not always understanding everything. Mysterious Figure: This sinister being appeared in Pineshade Forest just before the Unfound began to make themselves known. What secrets are they hiding? Featuring art by: AmityAsphodel LunarProjections CrazyCrab vanzuhn Hiddenone Johan86 Avery And more in the future!

Story: In the early 1990s, there was a software company called EduWare that published crummy educational games for children. I specifically remember this one game called “Harry’s Happy World.†The premise was pretty simple -- you play as a grown-up named Harry, who has a job and a family. As you played, you needed to find ways to keep Harry happy while balancing all the things adults have to do. It was just like real life. Or, so I thought. The game was intended to teach kids the values and responsibilities of adulthood in a computer simulator. But, shortly after its release, the game was recalled from the market as hundreds of complaints were filed against the company. Since then, EduWare labored to keep knowledge of their failed project hidden from the public light, until they were sued and went bankrupt in 2001. Don’t bother web searching for their site -- it’s been taken down. The game began innocuously enough; bright colors, cartoonish characters, and some pretty hilarious dialogue. At first, it looked like just one big joke -- like real life. All you did was go to work, go shopping, mow the lawn, pay the bills ... Piece of cake, I thought. But then the game began to behave very strangely. It gave me some error messages, then graphic corruptions, and then the game crashed into a blue screen. Whenever I recovered the game from one of its crashes, everything about it just kept getting ... more twisted. More insane. Eventually, I couldn't handle it, so I just stopped playing. Later I learned that hundreds of children who played this game have reported nightmares. Some have been prescribed medication their entire lives for the horrifying things they witnessed in the game. I was one of them. Three weeks ago, while I was sorting through junk in my garage, I found the disk to “Harry’s Happy World.†Immediately, I wanted to break the disc in half and burn it, but decided against it. Instead, I cleaned up the disk and put it in my drive. Wouldn’t you know, it actually plays. Mostly. I have meant to upload this game for weeks now, but I’ve just always hesitated to actually do it. I want to forget it and move on, and yet I just feel like if I show the world this horrid thing that destroyed my childhood and has kept me on Prozac for twenty years -- that even caused me to attempt suicide two years ago -- it might help me to find some resolution. What I’ve uploaded so far are just fragments of the game -- the file was corrupt when I found it, so there are substantial portions missing. I’m still working on repairing the data, but I think there is enough here for you to play through and get a substantial idea exactly how fucked up this supposed “children’s game†really was, and why the company was shut down. Let me know if you would like to see the game in its entirety, and I will do my best to recover the rest of the data. This is my first and only warning: please play “Harry’s Happy World†only at your own risk. Genre: A children’s game, but seriously ... this is not for children. Demo Time: 10-20 minutes. Game Progression: * Story: 30% * Maps: 97% * Sound effects/music: 30% * Character sprites: 50% * Dialogue: 45 % A few of the important characters: * Harry: An upstanding citizen of Happy Town, his sole purpose in life is constant happiness. * Harold: Harry’s best friend and reclusive writer. * Helen: Harry’s wife. He lives to please her. * Haley: Harrry’s co-worker ... and something else. Credits: * AABattery for Single Save File script * Seer UK & OriginalWij for Fixed Picture script * Yanfly Engine Ace - Parallax Lock v1.00 * Hime for Custom Event Trigger script * Yanfly Engine Ace - Button Common Events v1.00 * Simple Diagonal Movement 1.0 by Shaz * Word Wrapping Message Boxes, by: KilloZapit * Galv's Move Route Extras * Yanfly Engine Ace - Ace Message System v1.05 * Skip Title Screen by JV Master * Fullscreen++ v2.2 for VX and VXace by Zeus81 * Backspace for Window_NameInput by Gambit * Map Effects v1.4.1 for VX and VXace by Zeus81 * Galv's Cam Control * Yanfly Engine Ace - Stop All Movement v1.00 Screenshots: Features: * Mood meter Indicates your happiness. When the game begins, Harry is happy. But when you’re an adult, things happen -- you step on a bug, you read a sad poem, your wife cheats on you -- that make your sad, and your mood meter drops. It is up to you to find ways to be happy. If you are sad ... the game begins to malfunction. Known Issues: * Sometimes the menu becomes screwy, background will vanish. * Some transfer points might guide to wrong location, since the game relies heavily on parallel maps. * Occasional demonic possession of your computer. Download: https://www.dropbox.com/s/mtzlxulkya9qo6f/Harry%27s%20Happy%20World%21.exe?dl=0

I'm working on a new game project based on Creepypasta stories about Lavender Town from Pokémon Red and Blue Versions. I am even using the graphics from Pokémon Red/Blue. All I need is a menu system and battle system that replicates the actual Pokémon Red/Blue games (if possible). I am accepting help with my game project so if anyone knows if it's possible to create a battle system and menu system that looks like the original Pokémon Red/Blue games and if you want to help with the project, please let me know. Here are the Screenshots so far:

Why hello again my children! It’s a pleasure to see you all doing so well! How about another story? This tale is once again set in times long forgotten, hidden in a dark corner of my childhood. This is the tale of The Axle in the Pond. ***** In an ungrateful tone, I say to my mother “Really? This is our new home?†“Yes, really, and you’re going to love it here, just give it a chance will you?†replied my mother in a stern voice. “Fine†I said with a hint of reluctance. It was the dead of winter, the year is late 2000. With the scare of Y2K over and with and my new life starting out in an old farm house in the middle of nowhere I wasn’t holding out much hope for a social life. Allow me to elaborate; We had recently moved from a town called “Tofield†to a relatively large sized farm house between the twin towns “Holden†and “Ryley†in Alberta, Canada. This was the beginning of a new life, and the beginning of a terrible nightmare I couldn’t hope to wake up from any time soon. While opening the back of the moving truck my mother turned to look at me and said “Go on ahead, we’ll start unloading our stuff. Tell you what, you can even pick which room you like.†“any room?†I asked “Of course!†She replied, with a kindhearted smile on her face. I quickly took this opportunity to explore my new home. The house itself was well built, sturdy and looked to date back to before even my parents births. I entered the front door which lead into a decent sized den, connected on the north and east sides of the room were empty doorways. To the north was a bedroom, to the east was the kitchen. Then I just so happened to look up, I saw a pull string attached to what appeared to be attic stairs. After several unsuccessful attempts at grabbing the dangling handle to what could possibly be my new room I grabbed a few of the boxes my parents had been lugging in and managed to finally get the stairs to drop. I ascended slowly, fearing that the rickety old steps would collapse from underneath me. I already had a fear of heights and some decrepit staircase wasn’t helping the situation. After reaching the top I realized that it was just an attic, complete with a peak ceiling and a circular window at one end of the room. I approached the window and peered through the dusty glass out into what would now be our yard. It was massive, it had to be at least 5 km each way you looked. (Km is Kilometers for those that don’t know but I digress). There were numerous things that caught my attention at first but the thing which seemed to hold my attention the longest was this small pond-like body of water about a km and a half away. It was hard to see in detail anything that far away as it was all just pure white, a fresh sheet of snow had just fallen 2 nights prior and since this house had been previously uninhabited it was all undisturbed.. except the pond. “Wade!†came my fathers voice from downstairs. “Yeah?†I replied? “Have you decided which room you want? We’re bringing in your stuff now!†“Yeah, I think I’m going to take the attic, it has a nice view and there’s plenty of room!†“Alright, I’ll be up in a little bit with your bed and I’ll start putting it together. Also be careful, we don’t need you falling down these stairs!†My father said before exiting the house. With my attention from the pond broken I decided to give my parents a hand with the unpacking, so I carefully started descending the staircase. About midway down I heard a terrifying crackling noise and the next thing I knew I was pinned under the collapsed half of the staircase I had just been standing on. After hearing the sudden crash, my father came bursting back into the house where he found me lying underneath about 3 feet of broken, rotted wood. He rushed over to me and began lifting each piece off as carefully but as swiftly as he could. Luckily the only injury I sustained was a sprained ankle which didn't really bother me much anyway. During the winters when I was a child I’d often find that if I got hurt it didn't hurt as bad because the cold helped to numb the pain, but I’m getting off topic. A few days later, after we had fully moved in and my temporary bedroom in the den was fully set up, my father began building a new set of stairs leading up into the attic. Most likely the only reason he even considered doing that was because I pestered him night and day about making the attic my room and that no other room would suffice. So while I waited to have my own giant room in the attic I decided I’d go out into our yard and play. “Wade, if you’re going outside remember not to go past the chicken coop alright? We don’t know how damaged the land is and we don’t want you getting hurt!†came my mothers voice from the bathroom where she had been hanging up her decorative candles and such. “Okay†I replied, halfheartedly. While I was outside I built snowmen, inspected trees around our property to see if I could climb any of them or really just anything a child would normally do while outside playing. That is, until I saw the pond in the distance. Once my eyes were fixated on the distant pool I couldn’t stop myself, my legs seamlessly moved on their own as I slowly took one step after the other towards my destination. About halfway there I begin to see another shape jutting out from the pond in the distance. It looked like those weights you see strong men lifting in those competitions. However, when I finally reached what I was looking at, I realized that it was an axle to some sort of vehicle. It didn’t look like it was still attached to anything except part of it was stuck frozen in the ice so for all I knew there could be a whole vehicle stuck under the ice and I wouldn’t have known. “WADE! What do you think you’re doing?!†came a gruff voice in the distance. “Dad?†I responded to the approaching figure. It was indeed my father. “We told you not to go any further than the chicken coop, weren’t you listening?!†his voice boomed. “I’m sorry, I just saw this pond over here and-†I was cut off before I could finish. “I don’t care if you saw a leprechaun or a unicorn or whatever, if we say don’t go past the coop you don’t go past the coop do you understand?!†“Yes, sir. I’m sorry†I said with an apologetic tone. “It’s fine, I’m just glad I got here before you decided to do anything stupid like walk on the ice or something†We walked back to our house in silence, it was probably the smart thing to do as my father wasn’t one for back talk. However while we were on our way back I couldn’t help but peer back for but a moment, what I saw was probably the trigger to the chain of events which eventually caused us to move again. A tall, rather skinny woman with long brown hair in a white nightgown stood atop the axle waving with a creepy smile while I walked away. I immediately snapped my head to face forward for fear of whoever or whatever she was. I dare not tell my father else he think I was trying to make up an excuse to go back out there, no, staying quiet was probably what caused that whole terrible ordeal… “Good morning sunshine†came my mothers voice as I sat up in bed. “Morning†I replied with an obviously sleepy voice. “What would you like for breakfast?†“Pancakes!†I screamed, almost leaping out of my bed in the process. “Okay, okay†she replied laughingly “you and your pancakes†My gaze slowly met with the window as I went from the den to the kitchen. I could see the pond off in the distance, this time lacking any sign of the woman I thought I saw the previous day. “What you lookin’ at?†asked my mother “Oh, uhm, the chicken coop! yeah, it looks kind of funny being all tilted the way it is. Just looking at it is enough to make me dizzy†I said with a forced laugh. “I guess so, but like we’ve told you don’t go near it. If it collapsed you could be trapped inside and freeze to death and nobody wants that!†replied my mother with obvious concern on her face. “I know mom, I promise I won’t go into the coop†“Good, you’re my baby and I’d hate to lose you†she said quickly turning her concerned look into one of joy and happiness. After enjoying the breakfast my mother had made for me I decided I’d try to sneak outside while my dad was at work. I was going to see what exactly it was that I saw out by that pond. I didn't know why but just the thought of being near that pond sent shivers up my spine and it took a hell of a lot of courage but I pressed on and once again I found myself standing there for what seemed like seconds but was in fact a few hours. Once again my father came darting out, this time grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to follow him back to the house. I was clearly in a lot of trouble, I didn't resist and allowed myself to be lead back to the house. I once again looked over my shoulder and there she was again. The woman appeared to be in her late 20s, wearing the same white nightgown, long brown hair with no shoes or jacket on. It appeared as if she belonged in bed, not standing atop a frozen axle stuck in a pond god only knows how deep it goes. That’s when it hit me, could she be trying to tell me something? I was never really one to believe in ghosts or bogeymen when I was a child but I’d like to force myself into believing sometimes just for the sheer enjoyment I’d get out of playing make believe. So I forced myself into believing that the ghost of this woman was trying to tell me something, I wish I would have left that damned pond alone and listened to my parents. For the next few days I was grounded, not to leave the house except for school. My father finished the new set of stairs relatively quickly and so I now had my own room. I spent most of my time sitting in my bed, which I had placed below the circular window, staring out into the winter wonderland which was our yard with my telescope.I liked to observe things at a distance, I could also occasionally see that woman standing there with that twisted smile on her face just waving at me, always in the same spot, never moving, just smiling and waving. Finally, the day had come where I didn't care how much trouble I’d get in, I needed to see what was under that ice! So I grabbed my jacket, my dads chisel, a hammer and set out towards the pond. When I arrived it was just as I had left it, frozen and still in this winter hell. I took the first step out onto the ice, it was thick and cloudy, obviously full of mud or dirt. This pond was not a clean one, it took me about 5 minutes of hitting the ice with the chisel and hammer before I finally broke through and that’s when it all started. I fell through the ice, it felt like a million pins and needles were forcing their way through my skin. I had never felt pain like this in my life, it hurt even to breath. I didn't know how to swim either and this pond went down a good few feet deeper than I was tall. It was clear I was about to drown, I didn't want to accept that fact and was starting to panic when I noticed something floating a few feet before my eyes.. it was a windshield, with the woman who I had seen nearly perfectly preserved in the chilling water. Her eyes opened, I tried to let out a scream but was instead treated to a mouth full of freezing water. I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer and that’s when I noticed the girl again. She was looking right at me, she reached out, seemingly passing through the thick glass that made up the windshield and grasped my throat tightly. I expected to be strangled to death but instead I immediately felt warm, I could breath and I could even speak! This woman, whoever she was, saved my life… or so I thought. It wasn't till moments later that a man, also seemingly perfectly preserved leaped through the windshield, breaking it into many pieces that floated around me. He came screaming at me, I could tell he wanted me dead. I furiously swung my fists at the woman who was still clutching my throat firmly, each fist impact seemingly doing no harm to the woman in any way. After only a few swings I was tackled in my stomach, the man had hit me with such a force that I had been knocked out of the grasp of the woman. As this happened I could no longer breath nor speak and so I gasped once more. This time, bits of glass came flowing into my opened mouth and down into my throat. I was now drowning, not only in this pond but also in my own blood. The glass caused me to cough and wretch under water but with each attempted gasp more freezing water and glass came flowing in. I was dying, I knew that now, the woman had lead me here so this man could kill me. After what seemed like an eternity I attempted to get one last view of my killers but was treated to another view entirely. Bodies, there had to be at least 30, just floating.. Suspended in perpetual darkness and I was to join them. As I neared my final moments I couldn't help but cry, I had become the victim of some superstitious entities and I was probably never going to be discovered. Forced into a darkness for eternity, preserved perfectly in the chilling waters of that accursed pond..