Real building
Floors, walls, doors, windows, stairs. Weight matters: if nothing holds it up, it falls down, sometimes on you.
Build by day, from straw to stone. When the sun goes down, the wolf comes to blow your house down.
You and your brothers are the three little pigs. Grandpa left you his journal, an old campfire and a warning: houses of straw don't last the night.
Every day you cut wood, haul stone and build. Every night he comes back. He listens for noise, sniffs out open doors, blows your torches out and tears at the weakest wall. Seven nights. On the last one, he comes down the chimney.
Floors, walls, doors, windows, stairs. Weight matters: if nothing holds it up, it falls down, sometimes on you.
He hears you, finds the door you forgot, puts out the light and goes for the weakest wall. Every night he learns a little more.
Down a pit in the forest there's a cave. Go down with a lantern while he sleeps. Walk softly.
Three nights, free, on itch.io. Playtesters from the Discord get in first.