My  LD26 entry, We Dreamers, is a collaborative minimalist art piece. Aside from a small start, all of the content was created by players. I thought it would be fun to extract all of the notes and collect a few here to give you a taste of what people have been doing in the abstract space that is the “game world.”

I should mention that each one of these notes was left in a specific context. They were surrounded in 2D space by colored rooms and other notes. I callously dumped out all the text without the position information. To compensate, I’ll try to respect the wishes of the original authors, and not give away too much.

People Who Mark Territory

hey look in the next room!! 😀

IGNORE THIS PATH, MISCREANT.

LEAVE THIS PLACE, IT WAS NOT MEANT FOR ONE AS FRAGILE AS YOU

this Is my humble abode welcome

don’t go into the next room

PLEASE ENTER MAZE FROM OTHER END

~ Society for Protection of Mazes and Puzzles

People Who Think Deep Thoughts

Solitude. I sit here in a populated room, but I am alone in my thoughts, as they are in theirs. I am now more comforted by the text on my monitor than the activity around me. I itch the back of my neck.

“My legs hurt, my color is fading… but I’ll follow you to the end of all colors if I must!”

What are those 3 ancient sculptures ? Surely an ancient civilization wrote those long before us. I’m sure it’s some kind of message for some supreme being watching us from another dimension.

My note, an abstract scribble of ink on a worthless slip of paper, taken from the wall and discarded, is now an inextricable part of someone’s mind.

And here it was. A brand new color illuminated the adventurers, and they realized that the world was bigger than they thought. They wanted to bring the new color back with them. But instead, they left it there. Someone, one day, will come here with his own color and dig into this new world even further, and illuminate the world.

People Who Tell Stories

HEED YOU NOT OUR WARNINGS?

Traveler’s note, page 496: I lost my pickaxe in the tunnel below. I must go deeper. I wonder what horrors and wonders await me down there; I may never come back alive.
Chonodrax

Once Upon a time, there was a foolish man.

(You’ll have to play the game to read the rest of that one! It’s a proper short story.)

People With Different Ideas Altogether

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father… Prepare to die!

Easy West-African-ish stew (from friends who were in the Peace Corps): heat up peanut butter, water, tomato paste, and chili powder to make a sauce. Serve on roasted sweet potatoes or winter squash.

—,===,”<   crocodile

Never go full Zen.

Oh God oh God this whole game’s a trick don’t get to level 4 DON’T DO IT

To everyone who’s left an interesting note,

Thank you! I am delighted, as I’m sure other players are, by the random bits of humor and thoughtfulness scattered around We Dreamers.