You’re a hitchhiker on a strange journey, unable to remember who you are or where you’re headed. Something in your recent past has stolen your memory— but what? The highway offers clues: a matchbook hidden in your armrest, a photo in the glovebox, billboards and crows along the roadside. Your driver, a farmer, wants to help you, and his personal memories and recollections provide an unexpected window into your own backstory.
So far, so good… until a chance slip-up exposes a pattern of deception, secret correspondences and cruel design. From there, the road is full of surprising turns that will challenge every assumption you’ve made along the way. To complete your journey, you’ll need to choose your friends wisely— never knowing if your worst enemy is your own subconscious mind. Hitchhiker is a game about memory, identity and loss, all along a highway where nothing is quite what it seems.
Stoic raisin farmer; armchair philosopher. Likes: philosophical musings, odd anecdotes, corny dad jokes, sing-alongs. Dislikes: nosey questions. There’s more to him than meets the eye. What could it be?
You wanna know the clearest evidence that reality isn’t real?
Eccentric academic; “Patron Saint of Useless Stuff.” Searching for his dog, also named Hops. The search for his dog is intertwined with the Hitchhiker’s own search. How are they related?
You’re like me; the past is the only place left for us.
Waitress at Dante’s Diner. Day off: Thursday. Keeps several wigs in her car, just in case. Disguises herself as a brunette on the day she picks up the Hitchhiker. What’s her game?
Everyone has an agenda… You’re no different.
Refugee; fellow dreamer. Also known as: Al-Shatir. Used to tell his niece a bedtime story about a people where the sky touches the earth and must bend over at all times. What does the Hitchhiker have to learn from his story?
Even if I make it to my destination, I’m still not home.