Hi there ghoulies & rotten friends! Jacob Jazz here, solo dev creator of the Baobabs Mausoleum Saga! I’m also the Celery Emblem´s warlock, making indie games since 2010.
Baobabs Mausoleum is a dreamlike mix between the RPG-adventures of ‘90s handheld consoles and the great graphic adventures of the late ’80s. I’m creating a unique nightmare universe loaded with influences both literary and cinematographic.
The mix of ideas and emotions converges in a single point: The town of Flamingo’s Creek within Wlair County. This place only appears every 25 years, and only in nightmares.
Development background
After five years of development, and launching episodic chapters, Baobabs Mausoleum: Country of Woods & Creepy Tales, arrives in full today with its Grindhouse Edition on PlayStation. Developed in Jacob Jazz’s gloomy monster garage in Madrid city.
Inspiration
To build the stories that make up Flamingo’s Creek, I decided to pay homage to my favorite cinematographic works, so I used the key artistic background in films by directors such as Tim Burton or Terry Guilliam, making use of picturesque plots that seem to be taken from a film by David Lynch, not forgetting the use of “video clip”-style music akin to famous scenes Tarantino scenes; As you can see, it is the mixture of many things in order to achieve a new and unique style.
About the town
The town of Flamingo’s Creek is a recurring dream of mine — a deconstructed mix of experiences. It is a rural mountain town, with a community of characters totally isolated from the rest of the world. From time to time, the idea of creating my own town (a la Twin Peaks), was a constant for years. I often think that the true protagonist of this adventure is not Watracio, but the citizens themselves.
Truly discovering Flamingo’s Creed requires playing all three episodes. However, in episode two players can freely explore, making use of a day and night cycle. The passage of time intends to create a window through the screen to better understand the town and its secrets. When you’re not playing, life at Flamingo’s Creek goes on…