There isn’t a single story I’ve yet to hear, and so, unbidden, unprompted, I want to speak to…
Every song that has ever haunted me comes back in full force. Every stolen kiss, every anxious breath. Daunting, isn’t it? How the…
We are three-fifths suicidal, not even a man,
for we are the With/Out at the frontlines, searing cookie-cutter scars onto our beautiful arms.
We sing, we dance, we pray
and still you turn me against myself
I see no reason to generate too much fanfare over an indie game studio. The whole point is to remain independent, after all. So consider this yet another developer journal entry…
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