NASTY'S DEV
We craft atmospheric games about myth, memory, and roads no one walks twice.
A railway dispatcher on the home front of the First World War. One small station on the Petersburg–Warsaw line in 1915: troop echelons, hospital trains, refugees and supplies — and people behind every number.
A wise-woman herbalist and her donkey wander the cold reaches — brewing potions, guarding memory stones, and following the trail of a vanished mentor. A warm game about a harsh world.
An atmospheric journey of a herbalist, her donkey, and the memory stones. Myth, mist, and the road.
A beer-brewing sim in Ancient Egypt. Grain, gods, and PS1 aesthetics.
A diary of one winter in a besieged city. A game about the weight of every choice.
A railway dispatcher on the home front of the First World War. One small station in 1915, one timetable, one telegraph — and people behind every train.
An atmospheric journey of a herbalist, her donkey, and the memory stones. Myth, mist, and the road.
A beer-brewing sim in Ancient Egypt. Grain, gods, and PS1 aesthetics.
A diary of one winter in a besieged city. A game about the weight of every choice.
A game can be quiet and still hold you tighter than any timer. We build worlds you want to stay in.
Our worlds grow from real roots — Baltic and Slavic folklore — not stock fantasy.
We are few, and that is our strength: no committees between the idea and the game. Just the forge and the hands that work it.
Screenshots, work-in-progress, and honest notes straight from the forge.