Deathpuddle: Choose Violence?

Hey. It’s me—Deathpuddle.
You were probably expecting a game description here, something classy, right?
Well, surprise!
I kidnapped the guy who was supposed to write this. He’s fine. He’s probably fine. He’s locked in a closet with a Capri Sun and a copy of How to Escape a Closet for Dummies.
Anyway, I do my own PR now. Kapish?
Deathpuddle: Choose Violence? is a cinematic, choice-driven, darkly comedic adventure where you play as me—a charmingly unstable, currently incarcerated ex-con accused of impersonating a prisoner on prison property and breaking and entering… into people’s hearts.
I’ve got a past, a temper, and a permanently attached skin-tight blue suit for reasons I absolutely will not be explaining to strangers on the internet.
Deathpuddle: Choose Violence? plays like a visual novel crashed into a movie and nobody got out alive.
Click play. Cause chaos. Regret nothing.
The Setup
In this first game, I’m just trying to survive the simple journey from prison to work release at a greasy fast-food dump.
And I would’ve made it too… if it weren’t for the Warden, the SWAT team, and that one horny shopkeeper selling “souvenirs.”
What You’re In For
The dialogue? Unhinged.

The consequences? Hilarious.

The path? Branching like a conspiracy theory rabbit hole at 3 a.m.

This is just the beginning—more games are coming. Each one dumber, wilder, and packed with even worse decisions.
If you don’t buy this game, I can’t make more.
I will hold you personally responsible.
Also, you’re gonna make your mother cry.
That’s right—I’m dating your mom now. Sorry you had to find out like this, sport.
Buy it and I’ll catch you on the flipside.
Don’t… and I’ll catch you slipping like you’re at an ice rink in footie pajamas.

*The first game is little less than 2 hours of content if you get all of the alternate endings.
DISCLAIMER
Hey, it’s me—Deathpuddle Prickster Esquire, Fake Attorney at Law.
Obviously, Deathpuddle is a legally distinct, emotionally unstable blue hero. He bears zero resemblance to any red-costumed icons—especially ones with high-priced, butt-hurt lawyers who scream “INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY!” like it’s a magic spell.
Do not attempt to impersonate Deathpuddle in real life.
Unless you enjoy getting pepper-sprayed inside and out. That’s a real thing that happens in prison… maybe.
Just… seriously. Don’t impersonate me, Deathpuddle... ever!