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#1
LOL whoops I hope it went well.   (laugh)
#2
I'll try to pop by the stream but I have another commitment that evening, I'll try to remember to tweet it etc.
#3
Meeting at the hotel bar sounds  good! I am staying there as well. Heads up that we've rented out a different pub on the Sat so don't go to the New Cross Inn! Livestream is at: http://www.adventurexpo.org/livestream/
#4
Sorry Cat we literally released the schedule at 11pm last night. We haven't had time to update various threads etc.
#5
We announced the first batch of speakers. 8-)
#6
Arriving on Friday sometime, departing Monday. It's looking amazing this year, I can't wait until we can make some announcements 8-)
#7
We're still looking for talk applications! I think AGS certainly needs proper representation, I'd love some more tutorial talks, or wider AGS game/design talks. Application form here:
http://www.adventurexpo.org/apply/
#8
I'm at the ex-Mercure too. Hope to see some more talk submissions from people too. :smiley:
#9
@Peder Glad I caught you, I skimmed past the thread a few times then realised :grin:

Update: That travel site I linked has got dodgy reviews this is the hotel's website http://www.thegreenwichlondon.com/
#10
The hotel seems to have changed name/owner it's this one:
http://www.amoma.com/hotel.php?key=20161118201611211105000000500000050000111112625&id=390896&page_num=0&count=0&hotelname=&f_ref=ar=00000

I've not booked via this site before, but it seems the cheapest and includes breakfast in some cases. I wanted to book today but of all the luck my boss is off work :~(
#11
Sad to see you can't make it Grunislav, :( thanks for pledging.

I hope as many AGS folks come as possible ( and don't forget to apply to speak or exhibit!)
#12
*does a dance*
#13
It's good to be able to start promoting this.
#14
Holy crap, congratulations!
#15
It's very easy to make something basic, making a sim game was a bit of a challenge because it's hard to make a stats menu atm. However the dev team are active on the forum and will help fairly quickly.
#16
That's good, I have no use for the universe anyway.
#18
ah tbh I feel a bit odd about this as I didn't really understand the voting rules I started writing up a response then ran out of time so there for a I 'won' because of something I forgot to do, it seems really odd that in a two person entry you can vote for the other person if you entered ( so it's not really a vote at all). I think I'd rather withdraw my entry because Sinitrena clearly stormed it and I didn't really win.(roll)
#19
Here's mine:
The house

This is the first time I've returned.  I've avoided it for so long, and yet here I stand in the ashes of the house where I grew up. I snap a branch off the deadly oak tree, the bark is charred and flakes off in my hand.My crinkles hands shake as I grasp the branch. My heart beats as I approach the front door. The frame is the only thing that survives. It's just me and the door standing here. My heart beats faster, and a sinister little laugh erupts out of me. I stand upright and knock on the frame.
“Hey, it's me!” I cry out. No one responds and as I enter I mime opening the door. I step into a thing layer of ash. Holding the branch out in front out in front me I sketch out the plan of the front room.
This is where the sofa was. There was a coffee table over here. Our busted up TV was here. Up above it was a long thin mirror.
I sit on the ‘sofa' the ash staining my clothes.
I stare blankly at the “TV” I wonder what's on.
Static. Hiss, hiss, hiss. I find the white noise comforting. I used to sneak down here late at night and watch it. No one came to ask me how I was, no one read me bed time stories or gave me milk and cookies. No, they just watched.
I was seven when I finally realized that there was someone in the mirror. I quite clearly heard voices, and I looked up at the mirror and realized there was something was odd about it.
At first I thought perhaps that the ‘me' in the mirror was actually the ‘me' who I'd dreamed about, the girl whose Mother and Father came to collect her. I was sure her parents wouldn't let her wander the house alone after a nightmare, I bet her parents let her eat as much ice cream as she liked. I bet her parents wouldn't keep making her visit the Doctor. I hated what happened at the hospital, there were mirrors there too. So I would keep fantasizing that there was another me in mirror, one who was happy a long lost sister who would remember me and came and take me home.

Once I even thought I saw her, she looked a little older and her Mother snatched her hand and dragged her away as soon as she saw me looking.

That memory disturbs me so I get up out of the ash. I try and brush it off my clothes but it just works in deeper. My knees, creak. I'm getting old.

None of the stairs remain so I sketch out the base. My bed room was upstairs first door on the right. I couldn't remember where anyone else slept. They changed often.

I wonder if they watched me up here too, probably.

I collapse down at the foot of the stairs.

I'm old and I am going to die soon. I was always sure I was going to die here. After the girl in the mirror came for me, we swore we'd never go back.  I am sure it was she who burnt it down, but I am sure they blamed me. I mean how would you tell for sure? The DNA would be the same.

Someone shakes me. I open my eyes reluctantly. The girl from the mirror stares back. Her skin smooth, radiating youth. Here I am half her age, but my hair is grey and my skin wrinkled. People often think I am her Grandmother, but in truth it's almost the other way around.
“Here you are, I should have known.”
She offers me her hand, I almost don't want to take it. My rough skin makes contact with her smooth skin and she helps me up. I wonder what it's like for her, this mirror into her old age. I feel like the cheap copy I am. I can't help it, I start to sob. To my surprise she does too. She mirrors me.
“ We were both used” she says as she embraces me. She suffered too, and despite that she shows me kindness. But no matter what she says, how many of their facilities she burns, how much she comforts me before I die. There's no escaping the fact, that I'm the clone and I'm going to be the first to die.
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