It's been a long time coming, this. Philip K. Dick's look at an alternate version of the world where the Germans and the Japanese won World War 2 is nothing short of a spectacular example of speculative fiction. How does he do it? How does Dick create such a mortifying vision of the world such as... Continue Reading →
I've been reading The Man in The High Castle, by Philip K. Dick. It...does not disappoint. Far from it. I'm only at the fourth chapter, but this alternate world in which the Nazis and their Japanese allies won the war has fired my imagination up. A few paragraphs in particular got to me, and here they... Continue Reading →
Diary Entry #0197 Seventeen-score men died unto that faithful night whence I chose to lead the disgruntled women--wives, grandmothers and daughters, one and all--against the brutal injustice of the patriarchy. The next morning they all wept and came to regret their actions. Their tears should've touched me...but only filled me with great distaste for all... Continue Reading →
How do we create memorable characters? Well, you'd need a dozen eggs, a bit of vanilla and seventeen cups of sugar to make your average Mary Sue; or you could whip yourself good old-fashioned one-dimensional characters by doing the same thing you'd do to get stale bread -- don't spend any time cooking them up... Continue Reading →
“The fall of Empire, gentlemen, is a massive thing, however, and not easily fought. It is dictated by a rising bureaucracy, a receding initiative, a freezing of caste, a damming of curiosity—a hundred other factors. It has been going on, as I have said, for centuries, and it is too majestic and massive a movement... Continue Reading →
Minor Spoilers ahead! The original Life is Strange was my favorite game for 2015, a year that was decisively NOT lacking in strong titles. Novice time-traveler Max and her best friend Chloe's story touched me in a way few games had before and few games have since. It was a narrative rich with humor, feelings, personal... Continue Reading →
"Cruel it may be, but most of us enjoy what we do-and the Captain more than anyone. This is a favourite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another."... Continue Reading →
The Grimoire Reliquary 