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There is a particular kind of arrival, rare in a genre that usually hands you a sword and a tragic king, in walking into a village whose people have left only the hearths and then being asked to interview the smoke. The fire is still fire. The season is still a season. The first bird is not a metaphor. The End of the Sun, the first-person Slavic mystery from The End of the Sun Forge, is built on t...[Read More]

There is a particular kind of job interview, rare in a genre that usually hands you a hood and a tragic flashback, in walking into a corporate lobby and discovering the sun has already been swallowed by the company that scheduled you. The lights are still lights. The shadows are still doors. The first thing that tries to clock you is not a metaphor. Ereban: Shadow Legacy, the fast-paced stealth pl...[Read More]

I held the staff in a corridor of the Argos and did not swing, because the cooldown had not come back and the figure in front of Sister Superior Zola still had a name on the duty roster. That pause is the sitting, not an empty stretch between swings. I stayed because the next hatch still belonged to someone on a roster, and I had to wait for the staff before I could treat them as a problem. Gamer ...[Read More]