Tales Of Real Stories
Tales of real stories
Elk is an island with tales of real stories. Stories from people who have experienced them or who have heard first-hand accounts, like Lauge who lived in Greenland and rural California. (Lauge is also brother to Astrid, the director on Elk.)
Tragic stories told with love and sometimes humour
On Elk it’s known that humour, love and death go hand in hand. Life may seem hard sometimes, but it is always followed by laughter.
Unique mini games
Help your new friends on Elk through playful mini games. All games are uniquely tailored to underline the story and the mood of the game.
You play as Frigg, a young carpenter traveling to Elk for an apprenticeship. She is used to an outgoing and hectic lifestyle in the city. How will she handle the isolated life on Elk with only few young people around her and no internet?
Make new friends
On Elk, you will meet weird and wonderful characters – people whom the world has either ignored or forgotten. Follow their ups and downs, their odd drinking rituals and their unique ways of tackling whatever life throws at them.
Meet the people who told the original stories
We value the importance of storytellers, those who carry the tales of others and share them. That’s why, in Elk, you will also meet the living storytellers who inspired us to make this game.
Lauge & Astrid, Canada, 2006
The real stories
Sometimes someone tells you a story, a story so good, crazy or weird that it’s hard to believe this actually happened. We have created Elk using stories like this, most of them are told by Lauge, the brother of Astrid who is the producer on Elk. Lauge has lived in a trailer park in California, spent a winter in Greenland and almost smuggled diamonds in India, today he lives on a boat in Copenhagen. If you follow the real stories here, or in our newsletter you will be able to find them in the game, sometimes very true to the original one, sometimes more hidden.
We have changed names and places in the real stories, most of them are write-ups from transcripts of Lauge telling the story to the team behind Elk (often including beers). We will post a new story each month here on the page and in our newsletter.
I was around 20 years old when Rosa (a good friend of mine) and I had rather spontaneously decided to go to India. It turned out to be a backpacking trip made of nightmares. Rosa lost her passport (or didn’t have one), we missed a plane in Istanbul and I ate something which gave me such a running stomach to the point where I had no […]
We already told you about how Anders died three times, (if you have not read it – you can find it here https://www.welcometoelk.com/2019/01/23/when-anders-died/) this is the story about how Anders’ sister Beth “died” too.
When Beth was not working she would hang with the rest of the people at the Hermit bar.
The Hermit bar was where everyone met, they did […]
It was before George went to prison when Sue and him were still young. They were each other’s best friends and siblings too.
The two of them would spend most days hanging together at the Hermit bar. They did not have much else to do other than drink and play cards with the rest of the people there.
Sue and George looked tough and would sometimes […]
Bobbie and Sue lived up the road. They were very much in love and could go hours without speaking, enjoying the quiet company of one another.
The couple would spend most of their days walking to get beer. They would drink so much beer that they didn’t really ever need to eat food. If they felt hungry, they would just eat a biscuit.
(I guess some […]
We called him “A Tall Whiskey a Day”, he worked at the weather station, I think he had been an actor back in Denmark. A good man with a lot of humor who could drink a whole bottle of whiskey a day and still do a good job at the weather station.
I was in Greenland back then, in the early 80’s working as a carpenter. On the day where […]
Anders lived up in the woods in the trailer that his parents had left his sister Annie and him. Each day he would walk through the woods to the Hermit bar when they opened around 12 noon. He would stay until the bar closed and before going back home he would buy himself some more beers for the walk.
Sometimes if he felt the night was still young […]