Fiction

‘Bozart’ Cohn’s Don Quixote

If the player takes damage, or retreats too far, or falters in her play, the golden light and music fall away. The knight ceases to appear as a strong warrior and becomes, again, a spindly old man in tarnished armor swinging wildly.

Lights Out with a Click

One pixel becomes two, two become four, four turn into eight, and slowly, gradually, the square grows until the grey stone slabs of the dungeon are washed out and fall away, and the white square is all there is, and Magnus feels warm sunlight and a breeze upon his face, and he is outside.

Words Fail Him

My only other friend here is a girl named Lucca, and she has already amazed me with what she can build from scraps. Can we just own cats, Marle? Can we visit the inn whenever we get bored, and can we hope that Lucca someday invents something to solve your ennui?

Vignettes from Final Fantasy VI

War knows your question already. No need to say it aloud. But keep it in your head, just the same. You’ll need it when the music starts.