A revision of an html text adventure I wrote in 2013 printed into a book form. I fully acknowledge the nature of this text, as well as its murky origins. It is bleak, perverted, and without light. If nothing else, I apologize. Through it, I examine the hellworld mechanics, the binaries in which games and their players operate, and my damned relationship with my own stupid maleness. The name Shitcup is based on a horrible urban legend my friend told me in Oswego.

Shitcup visits the town of Cumrag named after his father to revive his two dead party members/lovers. The original 2013 draft was the first product of my marriage of RPGs, queer theory, and Bataille/Lautréamont.