Working on a multi-media project! Horror! Scary!!!

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So, I am working on two things so far at the moment. 

The first is a horror documentary made for the Singapore Youth International Film Festival. It's done so far, but I'm not really satisfied because of the limited timing that they provided, so I might be expanding that someday or something. The documentary is about a mysterious ritual based on several tapes found throughout Singapore that were compiled together and given various opinions by experts in the field. I hope you will enjoy it!

The second is a tie-in game that you can check out here. I hope you will enjoy the game. Currently, I am thinking of what direction I want to move the game towards. Having a bit of a roadblock at the moment.



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