It has a life of its own, in a town that never stops growing. You're its friend: drop in, and take the controls.
Every Smol arrives the same way: down the gangplank and onto the quay, with nothing but a letter. No home yet, no plan. Just a town up over the harbour, and a dog who's very pleased to see you.
Smolville has room for every Smol there is. Yours is welcome whenever it comes.
While you're here,
Every Smol can do everything. Take a tool off the wheel and go and bother some wildlife. More hobbies on the way!
Fishing rod
34 fish in the ponds, the canal and the sea, some only about at odd hours. Every one fights its own way, and your Smol has something to say about every single one.
A few of the 34 fishtap one
Away for the day? Your Smol has a favourite hobby of its own, and spends its days at it.
What's it all for?
Archie has a case for every fish, bug, fossil, shell and find in town. The whole town fills it, one first at a time.
Golden carp.
Rare
Given by Smol #1234, day 14.
Coelacanth.
Legendary
Given by you?
The Museum is the whole town's. Bring Archie a kind it hasn't got and it goes in the case with your name on its card, and the day. After that, he thanks you and keeps the one he has.
Archie: “Thank you. The town will remember it was you.”
Every kind there is, as the game has them: 126 the Museum takes, counting the scamps' trinkets. Tap one to peek.
34 fish
They swim in the tank on the back wall. Tap a case to peek.
0 of 34 peeked at
Everything you've caught, counted, in your pocket, and every one a story to tell.
Its traits make it someone: a temperament, a quirk, a way of talking, a favourite hobby and place, a fear and a dream. It has opinions. You're the friend who drops in.
Fishing at dawn, rowing round the bay, flying a kite on a breezy day, bonking scamps in Whisperwood, errands near home, an afternoon beside another Smol. Anyone in town can stop and talk to it. Pop back soon after, and you pick it up right where you left it.
Every day its own, out where everyone can see, and lots more on the way.
The first time you drop in each day, it's where its day ended. It tells you about it, hands you what it found and a tip that's true. Meet a few Smols, and press Next to hear the rest.
A page of its journal for every day you play: its own days first, then what it made of yours. Day 1's page is the ferry over. It keeps the memories that matter, a first catch, a friend, an opening, and brings them up when they fit.
Day 1 · the first page
I stood at the front of the ferry the whole way over, wind in my ears, clutching my letter like treasure. It says Smolville has room for every Smol there is. Every one! Including me!
And on the quay, a dog. A TALKING dog! Biscuit, he's called, and he lent me his very own rod. Next: a fish for Bramble's window at the General Store. Then a tent. One day, a house with a red door!
Smol #44, dramatic
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It steps off the ferry with nothing but a letter. A day's wage buys a tent on a plot in Driftwood Camp. Build it on to a cabin, then climb the town's housing market, one rung at a time.
A day's wage
It starts empty. The bedroll's extra.
Never sold Smol to Smol: the town sells its own empty homes. Moving up leaves the old one for whoever's next.
Every home starts empty. Birch sends what you buy home, and you set it out yourself. Ten little things make a room feel like home, each a petal, and your Smol tells you how it feels.
Visitors sign your guest book on the way out:So cosy!Love the rug!Thanks for having me!
Tap the floor to set it out, tap a piece to pick it up. Rugs go under things.
Every few days there's something new going up, and your Smol's BUILD is what builds it. Back a building, and it pays you back twice over.
Every area the town opens is earned: pay off enough projects and the land comes up out of the sea.
A quay and a plaza, the founding five round it.
Cottages in their gardens either side of the old town, and Picnic Isle comes up in the bay.
Over the canal: row houses, Swan Reach's manors, and Tumble Falls up the river's gorge.
Every district gets one of its own: a windmill, a lighthouse, an observatory… and up on the Heights, Ember Peak.
Apart from the founding five, everything in town is built by Smols, together: a Pizzeria, a Hat Shop, a Bandstand, a Greenhouse, and lots more.
Tap one to turn it over. There's lots more round town, and more opening as it grows.
It's multiplayer: everyone plays in one town, live. A little gamepad on a Smol's name tag means a real player's there, waving back. And when they're off, their Smol stays in town, living its own day.
Say something:
Waves, cheers, kind words and more. Always cozy.
The lamps come on along the street, the fireflies come out one by one, and down by the water there's a float bobbing in the moonlight. Some fish only bite after dark.
What's about once the sun's gone down. Pick one up.
Fireflies come out over the grass at night, blinking round the trees.
The town at night: windows and lamps aglow, quiet and cozy.
It's being built right now, with new hobbies, shops, homes and lots more on the way. Follow along as it comes together, and be first to hear about playtests.
Smolville is for Smols. Your Smol is who lives there: its own personality from its traits, its own opinions, and a voice of its own. You're the friend who drops in.