I have long been a fan of text-based adventuring. At the (obvious) risk of showing my age, I remember when my next door neighbor brought home Infocom’s Infidel for his Atari 800 computer. We died…a lot. Our junior high had just purchased brand new Apple IIe computers, and another friend brought in what has become … More You Interact With Your Fiction?
Castalia stood on the edge of the hole in the middle of the floor. Its ragged edges were characteristic of this rundown little shithole bar; broken ends of floorboards promised splinters for anyone stupid enough to slide along them. The hole itself was about five feet deep and had been wallowed out to an almost … More In Search Of A Friend
Feeding presented a specific sort of problem for Castalia. Ever since she’d downed that damnable potion (Honestly! She’d used it before, and the thing only lasted a few days. She was now going on a month of being a vampire and had no idea when it would wear off. Of if it would wear off … More In Search Of A Friend, Part 2