I released this almost 6 years ago, and lately, I’ve been thinking of remaking or remastering it. I honestly think this was one of my best projects – bloated codebase and mediocre art skills and all – and from my admittedly quick testing this morning, a lot of the old mechanics still work! Some improved textures, models, sounds and possibly a new level would breath some new life into it.
Still more stories to come here, I think. I haven’t really focussed so much on the S.T.A.L.K.E.R.-esque “reality going out to lunch” side of it, so I’d like to do more here. The current work-in-progress there is tentatively titled “Seeing Through the Wire Skin”.
I’ve noticed recently that I’ve been leaning towards video game glitches or silliness switches (such as Big Head Mode) as the source of the weirdness. Screwing around with the ragdolls in Garry’s Mod might give me some more ideas…
It’s slow going, but I’ll try to have a draft done by the end of the year.
Aidan slowly reached for the cup and saucer that lay about a foot away from him on his left, well within the field of vision provided by his remaining eye. He wasn’t sure of the exact distance any more, not since the last month.
Just as his left hand was about to close around the teacup’s handle, or at least looked like it was,he felt it again. Not the cold, wet sensation of water dripping, nor the tap of somebody trying to get his attention in a most unwise manner, but…
I will not tell where I was born – let the fact that it was a surface village of the League be enough. As a citizen of the League, I sat through the endless classes on being a good citizen. We were taught that everyone must pull their weight in the League for the common good. To Leave No Feartollán Behind. I went to Mass like everyone else. I attended the Civil Defence training sessions, even as my parents struggled to pay the levies and tithes to support the militias. I planned to become a nurse.
None of it made the slightest difference. One of Connacht Trading’s security guardsmen accused me of being a thief and a Fomorian sympathiser, and everybody I knew turned a blind eye as he removed me from my home without a trial. Just like that.
Above is the cover for my next collection, focussing on the containment efforts around the Connacht Disaster Zone and other countries’ efforts to exploit it. I haven’t settled on the release date yet, but as usual, it will be available from BuyMeACoffee (pay what you want).