A friendly sandwich with one big googly eye looks back over its shoulder, waving, at the edge of a warm desert basin at sunset — strings of lights over a cluster of camps, two art cars, small figures carrying lanterns, and a glowing arch on the horizon.

The World of Sammich

A little world made out of the people in it.

House of Sammich is an art collective. This is where the part of it that behaves like a game lives.

Everybody here is off on some quest — somebody is wiring a drink robot, somebody is sewing something enormous, somebody is deep in a spreadsheet being quietly heroic about it. The world keeps track of who is around, what they are carrying, and what they could use a hand with.

There is no score and no boss at the end. You wander, you find somebody whose thing lights you up, and you go say hi. That is the whole game.

Getting in

Sammichers come through Slack — open Sammich Says, go to the Home tab, and press the button. That door already knows who you are.

Sammiches

See somebody do something great? React with a 🥪. That is the whole currency, it has been running since 2018, and only humans can hand one over.