Poetic Musings
Thank you for taking this literary journey with me! Here I post personal thoughts on social issues, reflections about day-to-day living, and of course a healthy amount of stories inspired by the many games I’ve played over the years. I try to update several times a week, and genuinely appreciate the care and support of all who read these words, whether the post is fanciful or heartfelt.
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Painting the Mothership (01)
More than a decade ago now, a good friend of mine and I began playing the game EVE Online as part of GoonSwarm Federation's push to unseat and uproot a notorious organization's hold on lawless space. We played off and on for a few years, largely with the same group of...
An Open Tab
Two major perks of tending a bar like Franklin's Rusty Moose: good tips and no trouble. After more than twenty years serving drinks, Crash was glad to finally work for an establishment that didn’t rely on the latest pop songs and lines of new adults lining the block....
Level Scaling
Brawl-mode games in Heroes of the Storm are usually short affairs, lasting twenty minutes or so. With only a single lane of action and no ability to heal by returning “home,” teams of heroes are pitted against one another until one side finally strikes down the...
The Numbness of Familiarity
For two decades I have worked with and on computers, assisting clients both in preventing emergencies and reacting to catastrophes. After all this time, though the urgency of a given situation still exists, I no longer have the panic and anxiety that comes from...
FA: Accounting
Passenger Video Log: B. Crenshaw. Seventeen hours before the event. We are finally approaching Cassia, my new home away from home. Updated planetary scans have been pouring in over the past two days as I recovered from hypo-sleep, and seeing the planet so close...
Blasphemous Rumors
From her first waking days, spirits of the world spoke to her. Every blade of grass rumbled with the firm commands of Earth, every breeze the gossamer delights of Air, every cup of tea the reflective Water, and all actions fueled by Fire. She had traveled far across...
