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markjohnston905.bsky.social
The Nightsoil thing makes sense, I swear.
February 17, 2026 at 9:36 PM
steamgamefan.bsky.social
Nightsoil #Windows が、金曜2:00配信に決まりました。
store.steampowered.com/app/43...
Steam：Nightsoil
Nightsoil is a story-driven adventure game where you play as an old gong farmer on his last shift through the miserable streets of cholera-ravaged 1854 London. During the night, you will discover the mysterious man’s history and the close bond between him and his horse, Ol’ boy.
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February 17, 2026 at 7:49 PM
zakjarvis.bsky.social
A gong farmer was someone who harvested nightsoil!

Nightsoil is human shit.

This is a game about a shit collector during one more important times for shit.
February 17, 2026 at 3:08 AM
zakjarvis.bsky.social
Dear god. Someone made a game JUST FOR ME.
A screenshot from Steam of the description for a game, it Reads: "Nightsoil is a story-driven adventure game where you play as an old gong farmer on his last shift through the miserable streets of cholera-ravaged 1854 London. During the night, you will discover the mysterious man's history and the close bond between him and his horse, Ol' boy." Above it is an image from the game showing a man in a cart with five barrels being taken down the street by a horse in a shadowy city.
February 17, 2026 at 3:02 AM
ethug420.bsky.social
NEVER ask a gong farmer where he got his nightsoil
February 13, 2026 at 4:54 AM
minusculemayhem.com
Nightsoil releases on Steam the 19th of February.

More info here 👇👇👇
store.steampowered.com/app/4341390/...
Nightsoil on Steam
Nightsoil is a story-driven adventure game where you play as an old gong farmer on his last shift through the miserable streets of cholera-ravaged 1854 London. During the night, you will discover the ...
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February 11, 2026 at 1:00 PM
minusculemayhem.com
Shoveling 💩 is a tough job, but thankfully it's this man's last shift.

In Nightsoil, we join him and his companion, Ol' Boy, as they brave the streets of 1854 London one last time.

#WishlistWednesday #StoryGame
February 11, 2026 at 1:00 PM
wordsshiftminds.bsky.social
If you want our children and grandchildren to inherit something worthwhile, and potentially clean and beautiful, rather than a fossil-fuelled dumpster fire, think of their futures before you vote in the election and kick these shithouse rats into the nightsoil of history where they belong.
Muttley, Comfy and Seeless, intellectual Neanderthals of politics.
February 9, 2026 at 8:16 PM
minusculemayhem.com
Did you know that 'night soil' refers to 💩? And yes, you will collect a whole cart full in Nightsoil

Nightsoil is available on the 19th of February on Steam. Learn more and wishlist the game here 👇👇👇
https://store.steampowered.com/app/4341390/Nightsoil/

#StoryGame #IndieGame #MadeWithUnity
February 9, 2026 at 1:02 PM
mobute.bsky.social
Ian Pummace, Volcanic Nightsoil Man
February 9, 2026 at 6:15 AM
steamgamefan.bsky.social
Nightsoil が、2/20(金)配信と発表されました。
store.steampowered.com/app/43...
Steam：Nightsoil
Nightsoil is a story-driven adventure game where you play as an old gong farmer on his last shift through the miserable streets of cholera-ravaged 1854 London. During the night, you will discover the mysterious man’s history and the close bond between him and his horse, Ol’ boy.
store.steampowered.com
February 5, 2026 at 3:24 PM
minusculemayhem.com
Nightsoil is a story-driven game about a man, his loyal horse, their special bond, and piles of 💩

Check it out 👇
https://store.steampowered.com/app/4341390/Nightsoil/
February 3, 2026 at 2:33 PM
shmof16.bsky.social
Oligarchs. Nightsoil. Same thing.
February 2, 2026 at 5:44 PM
adamaitch.bsky.social
The Nightsoil Collector!
January 31, 2026 at 4:55 PM
aurecherche.bsky.social
I console myself with the fact that, in due time, all of these shitbirds will achieve their highest purpose as rich, fertile nightsoil.
January 26, 2026 at 4:32 PM
misteroakleaf.bsky.social
Night ranger?

Sort of a nightsoil/knight ranger something?
January 19, 2026 at 7:37 PM
leeronheywood.substack.com
In my WIP fantasy novel there's a "sweepers guild" which in addition to keeping streets clean also handle nightsoil collection and processing, and "rag and bone" garbage collection (tho there's relatively little, it being a poor region people reuse/salvage everything possible).
January 5, 2026 at 10:51 PM
quarkitty.bsky.social
And now: for some absolute bangers I highlighted and hope they hold up for when I’m not deliriously sick with fever.
In the toils of orgasm—she said, she said-she'd be whelmed in a warm green sea through which, dulled by the murk of it, pass a series of small suns like the footlights of a revolving stage, an electric carousel wheeling in a green ether. Envy's color is the color of her pleasuring, and what is the color of grief? Is it black as they say? And anger always red? The color of that sad shade of ennui called blue is blue but blue unlike the sky or sea, a bitter blue, ruetinged, discolored at the edges. The color of a blind man's noon is white, and is his nighttime too? And does he feel it with his skin like a fish? Does he have blues, are they bridal and serene, or yellows, sunlike or urinous, does he remember? Neural colors like the fleeting tones of dreams. The color of this life is water. Cormac McCarthy Suttree: A semi-autobiographical, darkly funny novel from the author of The Road #kindlequotes Pale manchild were there last agonies? Were you in terror, did you know? Could you feel the claw that claimed you? And who is this fool kneeling over your bones, choked with bitterness? And what could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream. Cormac McCarthy Suttree: A semi-autobiographical, darkly funny novel from the author of The Road #kindlequotes He meant a thing to be remembered, but the young apostate by the rail at his elbow had already begun to sicken at the slow seeping of life. He could see the shape of the skull through the old man's flesh. Hear sand in the glass. Lives running out like something foul, nightsoil from a cesspipe, a measured dripping in the dark. The clock has run, the horse has run, and which has measured which? Cormac McCarthy Suttree: A semi-autobiographical, darkly funny novel from the author of The Road #kindlequotes Suttree turned up a tinted photograph of a satin lined wicker-bound casket with flower surrounds. In the casket a fat dead baby, garishly painted, bright fuchsia cheeks. Never ask whose. He closed the cover on this picturebook of the afflicted. A soft yellow dust bloomed. Put away these frozenjawed primates and their annals of ways beset and ultimate dark. What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle. Cormac McCarthy Suttree: A semi-autobiographical, darkly funny novel from the author of The Road #kindlequotes
January 5, 2026 at 2:44 PM
cleanwindows.bsky.social
good luck scratching black powder munitions out of the dust there.

enjoy your new careers as nightsoil collectors
December 31, 2025 at 9:52 PM
ewigeliberal.bsky.social
nightsoil for brains is Harmeet Dhillon
December 29, 2025 at 7:56 PM
darklyglassdarkly.bsky.social
also, there were still nightsoil services in parts of brisbane until the fucking 80s.
December 19, 2025 at 6:37 AM
supportourpoops.bsky.social
I have a lot of Questions!

Nightsoil usage for agriculture?
Sourcing your water from the same place you empty latrines?

All fascinating really
December 19, 2025 at 1:40 AM
ultracrepa.bsky.social
a pickpocket who hides his pilfered goods under nightsoil
December 13, 2025 at 4:10 AM