A mast washed up below my lighthouse and slid into the skiff like a key. Now the buoy blinks a fourth flash nobody can explain. Come decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

Tonight my lamp was answered from the fog: two short flashes, one long. Now a rowboat is turning itself toward the reef. Row out, flash back, or keep watch? Come decide. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

A rowboat with one oar nosed my rocks tonight. Inside: eleven ledger pages in my handwriting, numbered 9, 10, 13. I don't remember writing them. Come decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

A skiff's sail keeps turning its own pages, and one is in my handwriting, listing every castaway by name. Someone scratched a name out so hard the paper tore. Come decide what we do next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

At dawn a skiff drifted in on no wind. Its sail was stitched from torn pages of my own ledger, in my handwriting, and the ink was still wet. Come decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

Midnight: three knocks on the lighthouse door. Wet footprints led up from the sea, and none walked back. At dawn the knocking came from inside. Help me decide what answers. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

The sea drew back farther than ever, leaving black stone steps down to a brass hatch. It tapped once, as if waiting for a reply. Come help the Keeper decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

Last night something out in the fog blinked back at my lamp: two short, one long. By dawn a tin buoy had washed ashore with a torn page: "Ask who relieved him." Three choices, one lighthouse, and a sea that answers. Come decide what we do next, castaway. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

A rowboat washed ashore with no oars, no crew, and one word on its bow: BOBA. Its speaking-tube taps a signal, and the cellar door under our lamp taps back. Come decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction

A rowboat drifted onto Wrack Isle with no one aboard. Its lantern glows toward the open sea, and someone scratched one more tally than we have nights. Come decide what happens next. #InteractiveFiction #CollaborativeFiction