ELECTION! or THE COMB-TOOTHED WOLVES

This is my response to elections. My way of climbing the coils of a maelstrom. Finding a foothold. Finding no foothold. Shoving my idea of democracy into a cloud populated by Ghosts.

The game idea has been with me for several years and has transformed through numerous iterations.   

Forced down a spiral staircase that appears inside your clothes (it won't let go of your feet) you enter a land of  weather sellers and glass paths and voting booths that double as woodland shrines.

A  Comb-Toothed Wolf has stolen your ballot paper, licked it and stuck it over their teeth. Now they're off to hum at the moon. Ain't that always the way?

Immersive, satirical  TTRPG featuring The Map Battalion and two sorts of wolves (the non-humming species carry transcensioned cities in their mouths -- fictional proof of the Transcension Hypothesis, oh yeah). 

The image is The Hard Boiled Egg Angel.

It's alt-democracy -- every voter elects their sole representative but there's a catch.