welcome 2 furcon 3005 – wintosha, KA | zine | Christopher Farmer

you can take the furry out of war… but you can never take the war out of a furry.

oh fisherfarm diabolous. poem.

miles over the root beam
were the sandcreepers
and the road bird,
verdigreen,
squashed under tire racks

a morbid dusk

reflections on designing for reflection in Pol Clarissou’s ‘orchids to dusk’

Behind Closed Doors in The Stanley Parable

a game all about closed doors. you open some of them. find the architecture of the experience behind.

through the eye. poem

aiming. Serotonin burger for the gills, push meat in between the sills. Planet made of light, I tell you, thinking of the thin king who rules my 15 hearts.

the earth is a better person than me: what do you want, player?

I have had Kara Stone’s game the earth is a better person than me on my desktop for about 2 years now. I only played it once, the day before yesterday. Why did it take so long? I do know the answer to that, but it’s not one I like. I was scared. Scared to […]

Return of the Obra Dinn: Trash, boring, Orientalist crap

Return of the Obra Dinn really overestimates how much I’m willing to sympathise with a member of the East India Company

Dominique Pamplemousse, My Hero

Singing the praises of clay, genderqueer, private investigators everywhere.

chew kin. poem

Silk wrapped around a handle, in the wild mint sprigs of a satellite’s eye cracking sound. little itty bitty spark makes the sweet sweat smell. freshly bound. and out thirteen weeks now. have you calcified a new disc yet? disc. digital ingestion of stored cubits. like licking the shiny bits.

Crusader Kings 3: Eugenics at Play

Paradox states that disabilities are represented ‘as respectfully as possible.’ This is unfortunately untrue.