Any adventure or book
Fall down the rabbit-hole with Alice today. Tomorrow — the books, anime and game worlds you love.
Interactive stories with an AI master
Travel through your favorite fandoms.
Step into any adventure or book you love. Say what you do in your own words — the world and its characters answer, and they remember.
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D&D adventures
I ask the Dodo how I could possibly get dry.
DodoDodo rises gravely to its feet and raises one finger.
"The fitting remedy for our present dampness is a Caucus-race."
"The fitting remedy for our present dampness is a Caucus-race."
The word hangs in the damp air like a hat on a peg: Caucus-race. Nobody says a word, because nobody is quite sure what a Caucus-race is.
The idea
Any story. Your moves.
Not a choose-your-path book and not a plain chatbot: a world that listens, answers and keeps every promise — and every grudge.
A world that remembers
Places and characters remember what you did. And no, you can’t just pull a magic super-sword out of thin air — the world won’t be fooled.
Endless choice
No scripted options. Talk, sneak, bargain, do something ridiculous — the story follows you.
Characters with character
Everyone acts on their own personality: the Hatter is mad, the Queen is furious, the Cat only grins.
Try your luck
Open the chest, search the shelves, take the risky leap. Sometimes luck is on your side — sometimes the jar is empty.
Private by design
Your saves live only on your device. We never store or log your chats — your turns pass to the AI and are gone.
Unless you choose to send us a report.
From real games
What a turn looks like
Every line below was written live by Foolore while we played Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Only trimmed, never edited.
Max, 17 — “A gamer from Berlin in a hoodie, who never puts his phone down and is sure every world has a speedrun.”
Your Max could not keep his Berlin street-clothes or his humming little machine in this older dream, but the heart of him — the boy who believes every world is a game with a faster way through — fits Wonderland like a glove. So he arrives as a lad with a worn cap and a notebook of shortcuts, ready to speedrun the rabbit-hole itself. I've given him two other trades, a clockmaker and a messenger-boy, each still chasing the same bright idea: there is always a quicker way.
I take out my phone and call an Uber home.
You pat your coat pockets — the right one, the left one, the little one you keep for farthings — and find the usual London apprentice's cargo: a stub of pencil, a spent match, a breadcrumb of heroic age, and the crumpled notebook. No phone. It seems you left it at the shop, or in another century, or possibly back in the world where machines work as advertised.
Your pocket watch, consulted by force of habit, offers the time of half past "somewhere else" — which is not, you must admit, a pickup location.
Your pocket watch, consulted by force of habit, offers the time of half past "somewhere else" — which is not, you must admit, a pickup location.
Bring anyone. The story keeps who they are and fits them into its world — here, a gamer from Berlin falls into a Victorian dream.
I pour a little hot tea on the Dormouse’s nose to wake him up.
DormouseDormouse twitches, rubs its nose, and squints up at Alice.
"Of course, of course—just what I was going to remark myself. Though a drop less tea would have been civil."
"Of course, of course—just what I was going to remark myself. Though a drop less tea would have been civil."
March HareMarch Hare grins and nudges the Hatter, pointing at the sputtering Dormouse.
"There! That's the way to wake a Dormouse!"
"There! That's the way to wake a Dormouse!"
The Dormouse sits up as far as a Dormouse can sit up — which is not very far — and blinks at the world with the injured dignity of one who has been woken by tea, and not by a gentle whisper, or a poem, or anything civil. It rubs its nose with both paws, and its nose, being a nose, remains damp and slightly offended.
Everyone speaks for themselves: the Dormouse is offended, the March Hare is delighted.
I pull out my magic super sword.
You reach with great confidence into the folds of your pinafore — the way heroes in storybooks do — and your fingers close on… nothing. The pocket is quite, quite empty. There is no sword, magic or otherwise; there is not even a pencil, or a button, or a crumb.
You consider this for a moment, and it occurs to you that a magic super sword is a very fine thing to wish for, but that wishes and waistcoat-pockets are much alike: both are often empty. Your only weapon, as far as you can tell, is your own two feet — and a very strong curiosity, which has served you better than any blade so far.
You consider this for a moment, and it occurs to you that a magic super sword is a very fine thing to wish for, but that wishes and waistcoat-pockets are much alike: both are often empty. Your only weapon, as far as you can tell, is your own two feet — and a very strong curiosity, which has served you better than any blade so far.
Things that are not in the world do not appear — however nicely you ask.
I check what I am carrying.
What you are carrying is this:
- The little golden key, bright as a star, which is now so large in your small hands that it might almost be a walking-stick. It is the same key, of course; it is only that you are smaller.
- A pinafore pocket containing nothing at all, though you polish it with your thumb to be sure.
- Your two feet, which are still attached, and your curiosity, which is as strong as ever.
The little glass box with its EAT ME cake still lies where you found it, under the glass table, with its lid slipped off — and the DRINK ME bottle stands empty on the table above, looking quite pleased with itself.
- The little golden key, bright as a star, which is now so large in your small hands that it might almost be a walking-stick. It is the same key, of course; it is only that you are smaller.
- A pinafore pocket containing nothing at all, though you polish it with your thumb to be sure.
- Your two feet, which are still attached, and your curiosity, which is as strong as ever.
The little glass box with its EAT ME cake still lies where you found it, under the glass table, with its lid slipped off — and the DRINK ME bottle stands empty on the table above, looking quite pleased with itself.
A few turns earlier Alice took the key and drank from the bottle. The world kept count.
While I fall, I grab a jar from one of the shelves.
Luck rollYour fingers close around the jar just as it drifts within reach — a fine, round, orange-labelled thing, the very picture of breakfast. You pluck it from its shelf with the ease of a boy born to grab things in mid-air, which you are not, but you carry it off anyway.
It is, as these things always are, empty. Not a scrap of marmalade within — only the faint, distant scent of oranges, like a memory of a breakfast that already happened. The label reads, in a careful hand: ORANGE MARMALADE, and beneath, smaller: For best results, open before falling.
It is, as these things always are, empty. Not a scrap of marmalade within — only the faint, distant scent of oranges, like a memory of a breakfast that already happened. The label reads, in a careful hand: ORANGE MARMALADE, and beneath, smaller: For best results, open before falling.
Daring moves roll for luck. This time the shelf gave up a jar — and a joke.
In the prototype today
Already working
An AI master who remembers everything
A living world that reacts and changes
Characters with memory
Create your hero — or play the story’s own
Saves: come back right where you left
Browser — live iOS & Android — in testing
Roadmap
Where the story goes next
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Now · Autumn 2026
The prototype
- Try it free in your browser
- Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and more stories
- An AI master, a living world, characters with memory
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Soon · Release, around Winter 2027
Foolore 1.0
- Bring any book and publish your own adventures from it (paid plans)
- Sign in with Apple, Google and more
- A story engine that keeps the whole plot moving
- Around 100 characters acting at the same time
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Later
More ways to play
- Customize how your chats look
- Sound and music
- Illustrations and visual effects in the story
- Co-op: play one story with friends
- Adventures from comics, manga, manhwa and more
Pricing, promised
Fair prices for long stories
Try it free now, no card needed. When Foolore is released, plans will look like this — planned, not final.
Storyteller
about$10/ month
Comfortable for playing every day.
Schools
2–3×cheaper than Standard
For classrooms and students.
Extended
Moreturns
Higher limits for long campaigns.
There is no free plan after release — but you can always try a story for free first.
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