Our crowdfunding campaign has a date!

After several long years of development, attending cons and just trying to put this in front of as many people as possible, we’ve decided it’s time to pull the trigger on going to Kickstarter with The Great Nameless. Now that Arkhangel is out in the world, we wanted to get the companion piece out there as well!

Hope to see you in March.

<3 Josh

 It’s been a long time coming, but assigning a date makes everything seem so much more real!

It’s been a long time coming, but assigning a date makes everything seem so much more real!

Winter Night Games will be at BGGCon!


The holidays are almost upon us!  Besides watching horror movies all throughout October, buying elastic-waisted pants for November, shipping a massive update to our original point & click adventure game, Arkhangel: The House of the Seven Stars, and already dreading Christmas shopping, it's *also* been a pretty busy time for our table top game, The Great Nameless!

We attended RinCon in Tucson at the end of September, Archon in St Louis in mid-October, and this weekend we hit BGGCon in Dallas, TX!

So if you were at the either of the first two cons, it was very nice to meet you! If you are at BGGCon, come and say hi!  We'll be wandering the hall Friday and we'll be at the Indy Booth Saturday afternoon, and we'd be happy to demo the game for you, or just give you a fist bump.

Looking forward to 48 straight hours of gaming!

~Josh & Zack

Excerpt from "The Phantom on the Road," by Clarice Maulwroth, 1881

“…however, when the wagon rounded the bend, the freshly painted, beautifully restored covered bridge was not at all where the trio of travelers’ eyes fell.

The blood drained fully from Lady Harper’s face, and Lord Harper’s breath caught in his throat.  Behind them, atop the burlap tarps, Ms. Anderson fainted dead away, almost falling over the edge of the cart entirely.


In the middle of the road, but above it by the height of a full-grown man, there hovered an apparition.  But no apparition about which had ever been written in books or whispered in dim firelight.


It was translucent, but colorful.  Colorful is a poor word to describe it, however.  Light shone from with it, light from a spectrum never before seen by human eyes.  The colors that composed this ghostly being were not from this world.

It was formless, and yet constantly changing shape.  It was amoeba.  Medusa.  Jellyfish.


As the couple stared, mouths agape, faces ashen, Lord Harper was vaguely aware of the sound of snoring coming from behind them.  And then, the protoplasm looked at them.  It smiled at them.”

 say cheese!

say cheese!