Gallade's Story Archive

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  It is the end, I think.             After so long, humanity has reached its end.             I’m not as horrified as I’d predicted, some three hundred years ago.             When the human species became the recessive gene in our reproductive process, or when people began manipulating their biology to be capable of their particular niche in droves, I saw an oncoming apocalypse, but it was much more grim than this.             We had those who could manipulate metal with mere gestures, who needed not the forges of old.             We had wise chemists who could make any medicine, millions upon millions of cure-alls brilliant and beyond any of my knowing, I must admit. Some of which still sit on my she...

               I stared at the vending machine. It glowed, cooly, into the foggy alleyway night. I could hear, if I let my panels lax, the motor of my mechanical heart and the whirrs of the pumps in my artificial lungs.             A human would probably find this a crisis. But it has always been this way for me.             Humans have to buy food, you know. And purchase water, and shelter. These things must be such hassles; Such horrors. All it takes is one bad day to lose all of that at the will of someone else, but at least they still have their legs, at least they still can walk and go somewhere. Choose to rob a bank or bum a couch or the like.             If I gaze down now, I will see my own legs. One, a functional old model with an in-built gyroscope an old inventing...

  "It sticks with me," the developer told us in an interview, "I think about it constantly. Those empty streets. Those swinging lights. The music. It's homely, to me." Night Watch is a surprisingly cozy game despite its unnerving themes. Rather than summarize the game to you, here are a few questions we asked the Developer, Laura Redding. Q: What brought you the idea for the game? A: Well, I used to be on my town's night-watch crew, an initiative put forward by the city back around the turn of the century. I'd spent many nights walking those paths, loving the lights but hating the ambience. I had a nightmare some years later and that lead to the first build of this game. Q: Why only six levels? A: Because I'm a small developer with no money, haha. Give me a team and maybe the sequel will have seven. Q: Did you compose the music? A: No, I recruited a friend of mine to do it, I can give you her number if you'd like. Q: What's with the Old M...

  Reaching the top of the stone-brick belltower, Ashleigh and Lilibet sat, exhausted, admiring the pale blue sky beyond the cracks in the crumbling rooftop. Lili tossed the silvery magic staff off to the side, and it rolled quietly along the planks before coming to a stop against the hip-high wall of the balcony.         “ Guuuh . I thought we were gonna die.”          Ashleigh rolled her eyes. “You’re such a drama-queen.”          “Hey!”        “You are!” “Am-nooot!” “Are too!” “Well at least that means you think I’m a queen.” She giggled, “I’d figure that’d be obvious.” A pleasant silence fell between them, and Lili stood, gazing over the edge of the barrier. The rolling green hills of the surrounding fields was so enchanting, nothing like home. Home was about three hours’ walk from here. Towards the mass of deadened plants and sand, crowned with ...

    Dear Ms. Yuka Niboshi, Your renewal for disability aid has been approved. You have been awarded a monthly stipend of $1,251.30. At the end of every three months, please report to your General Practitioner for an evaluation and review. Sincerely, Financier, BDDC               Her eyes wandered between the incredibly sparse letter and her crutch. This was it.             This was what two years of fighting the bureaucratic system had come to. Two years of doctors appointments where she had to be re-diagnosed, where she had to convince other doctors it wasn’t temporary, where she had to have her diet watched and her habits measured so they knew she wasn’t doing it to herself. Two years of having to demand help from offices that would only see her in person despite her pain when walking. She sighed, and her crut...