This Sunday marks two years since Cultist’s launch. It’s been a hell of a trip, and we really couldn’t have done it without you: Kickstarter backers, launch-week buyers, community members, merch owners, streamers, fan artists, social media cheerleaders, the lot. Thank you for being a bunch of total mensches.
We’ve kept our cards uncharacteristically close to our chest about EXILE, mostly because we weren’t quite sure what its final form would be. Now it’s nearly complete – and, by the way, almost as large as the whole of Cultist Simulator was at launch – I can finally share full deets with you.
The big news this sprint is we moved house! 😱 Alexis has started a sourdough culture he refers to only as “The Bred Möther”, and inspired by our current work on Exile, Sulochana has started an eternal feud with Big Ken whom she bites until I spray lemon at her.
Lancing this cloud of gloom like a wafer through ice-cream are the Priest and Ghoul DLCs, which launched on mobile yesterday. They’re available as £1.99 IAPs, and Cultist Simulator is 50% off for a week on the App Store and Google Play Store to celebrate turning one. 🎂
Sooooo. Everyone really likes tarot decks.
The long-awaited Tarot of the Hours is finally available in the Church o’ Merch!
The grass is greening, the sun is shining and the global pandemic of COVID-19 continues to prowl the streets. Hey ho.
This is probably the question I’ve been asked most over the years, and every time as soon as I answer it I think of someone I’ve left out. So here’s a semi-permanent list that answers the question.
Once again, here’s how Weather Factory is doing, here’s how we thought we’d be doing, and here’s what we’re doing next. Welcome to this year’s Giant Summary Post! This is almost twice the length of the post-2018 State of the Factory, because a lot happened. Come for the kitten pictures, stay for the data. As […]
This sprint was truer to its name than expected! We took some holiday at the start because Alexis had booked a Secret Early Valentine’s Event for me. It turned out not to be a candlelit vigil in a graveyard sentineled by moon-crows, as I had first suspected. Nor was it an anatomically accurate papier-mâché heart-sculpting […]