
Soak it through
Every book dries out if you leave it alone, and every one of them has its own idea of how not to get wet. Hit it hard, keep at it, and watch the soak gauge climb.
A tinkle through the classics
You are a cartoon willy full of piss. Ten great works of literature are running round ten gorgeous pixel-art rooms, and every one of them would very much prefer not to get wet.
Free. No sign-up. Plays best with a mouse, in Chrome, Edge or Firefox.
The game
Point, hold, and let go. The stream arcs where you aim: across the floor, up the wall, and with any luck all over Sense and Sensibility.

Every book dries out if you leave it alone, and every one of them has its own idea of how not to get wet. Hit it hard, keep at it, and watch the soak gauge climb.

Your aim sways and you hiccup, but every point counts double. Ring the bell for a pint and chug it in one.

Books tear out pages to save themselves. One is real, two are forgeries. Piss on the genuine quotation to bank it.

Parasols. Escape attempts. A clear plastic raincoat and an axe. Each book brings its own nasty trick.

Somebody is always watching. Every drop that misses fills the Disgrace meter, and fill it and you're thrown out.
A tinkle through the classics
The shelf
From a Regency drawing room to Moscow burning, every book gets a hand-drawn room of its own, its own trick, and its own torn-out pages to identify. Soak them all and something else comes off the shelf.
Book 1
“We felt it lacked the restraint of Miss Austen.”Rejection no. 1, Featherstone & Pyle
Nine more classics, nine more rooms, nine more letters. And one that was never on the shelf at all.Soak your way along to meet them.
Meet your hero
Two hundred and twelve rejection letters. Every one of them compares him to a classic, and every classic is about to pay for it.
Rejection no. 1
Dear Mr Marsh,
Thank you for sending us The Weight of Rain (690 pages). We felt it lacked the restraint of Miss Austen.
Yours, Featherstone & Pyle
DeclinedHow to play
to pee. The stream lands where you point: the floor, the back wall, or the book.
to build pressure, then let go for a burst that soaks far more. Run dry and you lose.
when you're running low. Sweep it up, waggle the mouse to chug, and you're drunk again.
One quotation is genuine, two are fakes. Get it right and your literary multiplier climbs.
Books make a run for it. Hose them down until their nerve breaks and they slink back.
Escape or P pauses, F goes fullscreen. Your trophies are saved in this browser.
Recent Chrome, Edge and Firefox on a desktop or laptop. The game is written in Jai and compiled to 64-bit WebAssembly, which needs a modern browser. If yours can't run it, the player will say so.
Sort of. It's made for a mouse, but touch works: drag to aim, and hold to pee. Turn your phone sideways.
Yes. The books you've soaked and your best scores are kept in this browser, on this device.
It's a game about urinating on literature, featuring a cartoon willy and a man who drinks to cope with rejection. Make of that what you will.