Arilin Thorferra @arilin@meow.social

Incidentally, the best text adventure I think I played was "Trinity," which was a weirdly lyrical fantasia on nuclear apocalypse and probably still one of the best story games ever written, despite being largely lost to the mists of time.

I can think of a text adventure or two that scared me, but I didn't really play most home video games, despite being fascinated by them (and technically in the industry for a while). I'm less of a game player than a giant fluffy game theorist.

There's little more peak Silicon Valley than sharing an elevator with three tech guys unironically ending every other sentence with "bro." BRB, moving out of state.

Sitting in front of my computer in the ~50 minutes I have between "showered and have coffee" and "time to leave for work," and realizing I have nothing I *need* to work on right now. I'm simultaneously relaxed and a little at a loss.

I don't normally mention people deleting (or making) pledges on my Patreon, but somebody deleted their pledge literally two days before the last section of a 15-part serial goes up? "Nah, I'm good on the cliffhanger." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The screenplay's finished! 127 pages, which means I should really try to cut out 7 pages minimum in the edit—but I like the ending? I think?

PSA: China does not get points for banning PewDiePie and PewDiePie does not get points for being banned in China. This is not a game in which the least objectively awful player wins.

At an old-school Chinese-American restaurant having a mai tai, which is technically wrong in almost every respect and is extremely delicious anyway.

I love this story and the characters and I am really looking forward to spending the rest of 2019 with no deadlines.

Today's sign we are living in the end times: the upcoming Adam Sandler movie has a 94% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and "universal acclaim" on Metacritic.

This would probably be the perfect time to promote my novel with the giant rabbit girlfriend in it if I had the book ready, huh? I may have to gently poke the cover artist, and also the author who hasn't done a second editing pass. (The author is me)

Your giant bunny girlfriend stretches out on the couch, overflowing it, and asks whether you have a paw fetish. "No," you say cautiously. "Let's see if we can fix that!" she giggles, planting a paw as tall as you are in your lap.

Resisting the temptation to have one character say to another, "You're no wizard, Harry."

Oh, my VPS's scheduled maintenance started abruptly. Cool.

Despite my snarking, that was actually a pretty damn good burger.

I have decided, upon careful reflection, to be disappointed by Fuddrucker's instead of Fridays.

Hmm. When I came in here two and a half hours ago I was the only customer—now there are two dozen. Probably time to close out and get food, as I'm not invested in the football game. (Confession: I am never invested in a football game.)

The Big Bad Wolf, but when she puffs oh so very gently, she blows your tiny little skyscrapers down

Okay, the misplaced nostalgia restaurant I was considering going to is TGI Fridays, but even the staged glamor photos of their food on their web site look—sad.

✨ TGI Fridays: let's stop caring together ✨

So what happens when you make a dragon hybrid absolutely livid? No spoilers, but one strong possibility: