In Folklore Americana, the horror is never just in the woods.

It’s in the last biscuit scraped from the tin.
 In the cracked fiddle string.
 In the silence where a song used to be.

As we build each region of this game — from the Dust Bowl to the hollers of Appalachia — we’re filling them with more than monsters. We’re filling them with culture. With the stuff real folks carried through the hardest years of their lives.

That’s why every regional book will feature sidebars with real recipes from the Great Depression.

Things you can cook for your table — gaming or kitchen.
Simple, clever meals made from what folks had on hand. These aren't just set dressing. They’re the heart of a place. And they tell a story all their own.

Same with the music.

Each region has its own sound — gospel choirs and shape-note singing in the South, coal miner ballads in the mountains, porch-pickin’ fiddle tunes, blues that ache, and the sweet ache of a hymn hummed under your breath when you’re too tired to sing.

In Folklore Americana, we’ll explore how music shapes communities. How songs preserve legends, warn of danger, or remember what history tried to forget. Some will be real. Some will be invented. 

You’ll find:

We believe games are better when they feel lived in — when you can almost taste the cornbread and hear the fiddle warming up by the fire. That’s the goal.

Thanks for walking this road with us.