Step-cousin Buddy was schizophrenic. We didn’t know that until I was 13 and he told my stepfather Jan that he had sexual fantasies about me and my 15 year old step-aunt. Buddy never got to come to our house again after that.
Too bad, cuz apparently Buddy believed he was Jesus.
Prologue
She watches them all pass through.
As each one approaches, she sizes up the soul very carefully; they all look very different here than in real life, yes they do. Their souls are always uglier than their bodies. Being used to greed, attention, vanity, they do become very dark on the inside.
Originally published at http://www.bigkid.com.au/ on 24th September 2001
Not long ago I discovered the amazing world of guilds. My Bard (now level 28) has joined an Australian/New Zealand guild with a large number of likeminded players. Not only does membership offer access to lots of friendly help, it opens up the opportunity to participate in raids. A recent dash to The Hole with a group of insanely high level characters resulted in a piece of the Shaman Epic weapon for a friend - and lots of colourful screenshots.
We decide to have a _blackbored party in There, the surreal social MMO. These are the ‘photos’…
You know what it’s like, a perfectly innocent message board thread suddenly gets mauled and then derailed before it’s even had chance to open one sleepy eye. It’s bound to happen every now and then, even on the least troll-stricken boards.
There are many ways to brake the headlong rush of the thread towards oblivion, but few as creative as that employed by Mark Nicoll when a _blackbored thread innocuously titled
Thief 3 Editor Released threatened to go to the big sticky in the sky. He turned it into a script for an impromptu Star Wars comic.
Escape From Woomera in the context of independent game development.
One of the immediately apparent ‘independent’ characteristics of the Escape From Woomera project is its conscious divergence from the typical ideological content of mainstream commercial games.
Little Timmy wasn’t hungry, but his mother had prepared him the full meal as usual. He resisted, he left his greens scattered and his dry steak in a savagely severed half on his plate. His mother was not pleased. She told him the same thing she told him every time his appetite wans’t up the task her dinnertime platters set him. She told him:
“Think of the starving millions”
I’m a gun-toting, dead-shot maverick on the edge, man, and I’ve got nothing to lose. I’m the last hope for a world on the brink of destruction! Everyone is after me, shoot them all down, every last polygonal mother’s son. Do unto others, it’s kill or be killed baby!
Actually, maybe later… I’d rather be a dark-cloaked wizard in a mystic fantasy, the power of the elements is mine to command! Orcs, goblins, kobolds all cower before the might of my arcane magicks, wheat before the scythe of my sacred quest! God, I’m bored.
Freelance Illustrator Alan Down, aka bosseye, presents a selection of character studies for your visual horror/delectation. More of Alan’s work at http://www.bosseye.net/
So I was flying around aimlessly, waiting for something interesting to happen and I spot this strange looking building…
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