A tiny game about putting yourself back together — one wobbly foot and hopeful arm at a time.

Disclaimer: I had circled down the date of the Epic Game Jam to come and try out the exciting games of all the jammers during the postmortem. But when I arrived at the Case à Chocs on Sunday at 13:20, I realized that there had been a huuuuuuge misunderstanding: I was supposed to make a game (omggg). I tried... but just like Dino Rigolo, I unfortunately didn't manage to finish it. I’ll therefore appeal to your imagination.

Pitch: it’s a reversed hang(wo)man game, where you’re supposed to pick up the pieces and eventually swing cheerfully with a festive ribbon on your head.

Some pieces are crooked. Some even got swallowed in the cyberspace. But that’s okay... Let's say that it’s a gentle, clumsy celebration of trying. Of showing up late and still joining in.

Much luv' to y'all! <3