here’s a new twine thing i wrote about birds. it’s not good. autobiographical, not poetic, not even particularly prosey. mostly just about birds and how shitty people are, i’m really unhappy. probably just don’t play it but if you want to i guess that’s fine.
my first completed 3d project that is really more like an experiment and i waited and i waited for so long but i cannot keep this held anymore i just want it to be done i will do more, okay? I’m sorry, i’ll do more, i’ll do better i’m so sorry i just wanted it to be done
why am i here
my head hurts
where is my family
there’s nothing to do except find a way out
and fall forever
or stay forever
and gaze up at the tower
the high tower, beneath which i am small, like nothing
the projection of oneself into fabricated virtual spaces has been one of my deepest fascinations since i first played DOOM at the age of nine. i am enthralled by the architecture and geometry of places that, while existing only in numbers and electrons, can be entered and explored and wondered at. it has been one of my longest-running personal ambitions to be able to create such spaces. i want to be an architect, but i have no taste for solid stone. i will bend light to make temples that stretch impossibly at the bidding of numbers and angles. i will give them to you.
starting now I’m going to be stepping away from Twine and interactive fiction for a while. i tried to create narrative spaces and to construct temples and cities from passages full of words, but my results have been varied and unfulfilling. i have the tools now, for the first time, to do what i’ve always wanted. i am working on one final project for IFComp 2013, which i may not complete. i may revisit Stygia to complete the story, but the response to Stygia 2 was lukewarm, so i may not. we will see.
so now i turn my energies towards different pursuits; the writing of prose (hopefully to be published), and the construction of games. or maybe ‘not games,’ for that debate still rages on between people to whom such things are bafflingly important. games or no, I will be creating spaces, bending light, and showing you all new temples to explore, new angles to climb, and dreadful new skies beneath which to hold your breath and clench your teeth.
i love you. don’t be scared.
new twine game, an interactive horror prose-poem about being made to feel inadequate.
also the first encounter with a certain ethereal sawbones…
(trigger warnings: emotional abuse, cutting, sex)
yes that’s right.
here’s a new twine thing i made quickly about something that happened to me while walking home from work. maybe something like it has happened to you. hopefully not, but if it has, this is for you.
(trigger warning: homophobic/misogynistic language)