I'm going to start writing an interactive fiction game, right now. It's nearly 5 in the morning.
Hello, and welcome.
We Were Always Rivers Flowing
Edited By Cpervin
"this thread is kinda scaring me..."i agree mainly because i have not a fuckin clue what kou_leifoh is saying
Woah -- I haven't logged on Giant Bomb since posting that, and I had no idea there were people reading or commenting on it. I'll do better in the future, I promise... no, I guess I can't promise that. I almost never stick with any internet community for more than 24 hours. But I should! Anyway, I'll start writing something more about trying to wrap one's mind around translating Thomas Pynchon into interactive fiction.
EAST
You see a computer monitor in front of you. It looks like it might be an ancient Apple ][, but negligence on the part of the machine's mysterious owner makes this inference somewhat suspect. Still, the green dot matrix display is working, casting a spooky green glow over the desk the monitor sits atop. There appears to be something on the desk on either side of the monitor.
[EDIT: Now, I have constant internet access, so gaps of this length will hopefully never reoccur. Although they might, because I've yet to get into the habit of checking Giant Bomb every day. -- but this will change, I swear.]
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