Polter Geists

About the Game

**Death isn't the end of your problems. It's just the beginning of a really weird management sim.**

Welcome to Polter Geists, a creature collecting RPG that traded tall grass for haunted graveyards. The world of Ohm is already dead, the towns are full of skeletons, and absolutely nobody has time for your nonsense. Instead of making friends with cute animals, you are aggressively stuffing spectral nightmares into magical flying coffins.

**Weaponized Hauntings**

The creatures you collect are called Geists, and their designs are beautifully unhinged from raven spirits that stalk prey in silence to stubby phantoms stuck inside fossils. Every Geist you catch features completely randomized genetics, meaning no two monsters are the same. Sift through the decayed husks of spirits to build the perfect team, or sacrifice your free time hunting for incredibly rare "Shiny" variants with 1 in 100000 drop rates.

**Strategic Turn Based Combat**

Button mashing will get you killed. The combat system is a masterclass in resource management. You have to balance Stamina for attacking and blocking, Spirit for casting spells, and a Power meter that unlocks your most devastating moves. The game respects your intelligence, and the undead will absolutely destroy sloppy tacticians.

**An Unhinged Goth Punk World**

Explore 28 different archetype biomes ranging from Abyssal craters with impossible geometry to Dream realms with reversed gravity. But the real star is the locals. The world building is a canvas for dark comedy. You will get roasted by skeleton guards, pressured into drinking highly questionable potions by alchemists, and uncover literal game exploits from embarrassed townsfolk.

**The Fate of Ohm**

Confront a terrifyingly polite Vampire Lord and punch your way through a supernatural mafia built entirely on bones. The villains here don't scream or throw tantrums they speak in dark, cryptic poetry and casually sentence you to death with the grace of a host offering you a cup of tea.

Polter Geists balances perfectly on a razor edge, using the macabre as a staging ground for dark, sly humor. It's fearless, poetic, and beautifully off kilter.

Enter the abyss. The world is only going to get weirder from here.