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Congrats Baron and all the other contestants who participated!  We had some good stories posted and I enjoyed them all, even the milking story.

Looking forward to the next FWC! Sorry I wasn't able to post any thoughts on people's stories this time around, it has been a little busy around the EjectedStar home at the moment, what with an extra little running around.

[Thoughts of Gold]

Thoughts of Gold

“Will you hurry up?” Rosco’s voice hissed out from somewhere in the darkness.

“I’m trying!” Terren croaked back, the scuffing of his boots ringing loud in his ears, bouncing off the irregular shaped passages of the cave.

The two boys had been traveling downwards for what felt like days, but the actual time passed was only a few hours, the twisting maze-like passages of the cave impeding their progress. Terren only had three panic attacks in the time that they had been traveling, which in his book, was a resounding success.

Rosco sighed and the light scrapings of flint on steel could be heard. After a few moments the tunnel around them glowed into life as Rosco’s lantern took flame. The short and stocky boy faded into corporealness as the darkness abated, his usual goofy grin absent from his face.

“Better?” He asked, his voice dripping with derision, “or do I need to come rub and pat your back again to stop you from crying?”

“Hey!” Terren shouted in a half whisper, “you said you wouldn’t make fun of me for that!”

Rosco patted the air with his free hand, “Alright, alright, sorry.” He turned and looked back down the tunnel they were currently traversing, “According to the map, we’re just about to the back entrance of her cave. We really shouldn’t dawdle too much, and we really shouldn’t be talking much right about now.”

Terren rolled his eyes toward the other boy’s back, “You’re really the one to be lecturing me about talking too much.”

“You’re right,” Rosco said with a half-hearted shrug, “I just kind of get serious and less talkative when there’s a real chance of being eaten. Call it a character flaw, that’s okay with me. Now, are you ready to come along or do we need to wait for this fainting spell to be over again?”

Terren mumbled a quiet profanity under his breath.

“Great,” Rosco whispered, “glad to have that over with. Let’s continue, shall we?”

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Another two hours of near-darkness spelunking ensued before a soft, golden glow began to lead their way through the cramped cave. Soon, the two boys poked their heads out of the narrow passage and into a sprawling cavern, full of golden treasure.

Terren gawked, he had never seen so much gold in his entire life. Piles and piles of the soft metal lined the walls and floor of the entire cavern. There was so much of the stuff that it completely blanketed the ground, no trace of hard stone made its way past the golden sea. Not just gold made up the hoard, treasure chests spilling with gems and pearls were placed haphazardly throughout the cavern, marble statues, opulent tapestries, all other manner of expensive items were strewn about.

“There,” Rosco breathed into Terren’s ear, his word so faint and quiet that Terren wasn’t sure he actually heard the word, or just discerned it from the pressure of the moving air and the boy’s outstretched arm.

Sitting upon a large pile of golden coins, lay a leather book, it’s cover scuffed and torn, the juxtaposition of its plainness sticking out like a sore thumb amid such opulence. Terren craned his neck around the rock he was currently pressed against and took in the rest of the room. “I… I don’t see her,” he dared to whisper.

“Hm,” Rosco mused as he followed suit and stuck his head further out, “she must be out raiding.” He paused for a few moments before he started unbuttoning his cloak.

“What are you doing?” Terren asked, watching the boy throw the garment to the ground.

“Taking an opportunity,” Rosco replied, tightening his belt across his midsection, “she’s not here, so let’s get this done and over with.” With that, he strode confidently out and into the cavern.

Terren watched wide-eyed as his companion stepped uncaringly across the golden coins that made up the ground. He knew they must eventually cross into the cavern, but never in his wildest dreams did he think they’d be striding in without a care in the world.

Almost unhurriedly, Rosco strode out to the pile of coins, stepped up it a few feet, scattering gold as he went, and snagged the unassuming book from its perch. A few heartbeats passed with nothing obvious happening, and he turned and held up the book, a goofy grin plastered across his face and a finger pointed toward his prize.

Terren couldn’t hold in his laugh, the kind that forms in your stomach and rips itself from your throat. The journey down had been so treacherous, the build up to stealing the spellbook, everything that had led up to this point being so full of stress… and then Rosco just walks up and picks it up. Completely ridiculous.

A gust of air blew the hair back from his face, and a large black mass swooped down from the ceiling, crashing atop Rosco, sending sprays of gold coins in all directions. Terren’s laugh instantly turned into an incomprehensible scream as the massive dragon leapt upon his friend. The beast filled his vision, its form so huge that the cavern seemed almost smaller than it had been seconds before. Somehow it had hidden somewhere in the gloom of the ceiling far above them, pressed between the stalactites that hung down into the cavern.

Before Terren knew what he was doing, he found himself running, the scream still echoing out from his throat. He was surprised to find himself running toward the incredible creature, as it turned it’s spiked and scaly neck in his direction. Red eyes pierced out from the inky blackness of its face, the scales so dark it was hard to make out the shape of its features, other than its terrifying silhouette.

Terren dove to the side, crashing down amid the gold as the beast opened its maw and a blast of fire erupted in his direction. The fall to the ground knocked him groggy for a few heartbeats. He scrambled, something cold and cylindrical passed between his palms and he grabbed at it senselessly. He felt the dragon’s presence above him, and he knew it was over, too late to fight, too late to abscond. He struggled to shield himself from approaching death, but the dragon’s mouth clamped down over him, serrated teeth as long as his forearm snapping off his view of the cavern.

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Rosco came to with a start, gold clinking around him with every move he made. He stood slowly, his body aching and his head pounding from where he must have smashed it upon a poorly placed gold bar. He froze as he lifted his head and saw the scaly black tail of Chaelis, the Dreaded Dragon of the North. He panned his vision along the dragon and was confused. She lay upon her gold, asleep. Rosco tore his head about, looking for his companion, but he was nowhere to be found.

The book lay at Rosco’s feet and he gingerly pulled it from the ground. Another cascade of gold clinked its way down from the disturbed book. He froze again, but the beast did not move. Now that he thought about it, the dragon was suspiciously still for having just ambushed him from the ceiling.  Cautiously he moved around the beast, but still, it did not jostle, did not draw breath.

Rosco approached the beast’s head and the confusion still pawed at his thoughts. A golden shaft poked its way out between the dragon’s eyes. Atop the shaft sat a golden spearhead, covered in black ichor. The boy shook his head, how could a dragon as armored as this impale itself on a piece of treasure in its own hoard?

“Terren?” Rosco called out, looking over his shoulder, “where did you get off to?”

Only silence answered him, until a muffled voice much closer than he expected called in return.

“By the gods,” the voice shouted, “am I dead?”

Rosco arched an eyebrow and kneeled near the dragon’s bared teeth. “Terren,” he said loudly enough for the boy to hear, “were you… eaten?”

“Rosco?” The muffled voice shouted back, “oh thank the heavens, you’re okay!”

Confused but relieved Rosco stood from his haunches and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve done this,” he said, not able to contain a laugh as his eyes panned back up to the golden spear that had driven itself up through the dragon’s brain.

“I didn’t mean to- wait, what?”

“You’ve completely wrecked the local economy!” Rosco laughed again, “look at all this gold! Once word gets out that Chaelis is dead, every peasant within twenty miles will be climbing to the front entrance of the cave to retrieve a bit of her hoard!”

A few moments of silence passed before Rosco heard a quiet sigh emanate from between the dragon’s teeth. “Will- will you please just get me out of here?”

“Yeah, yeah, in just a moment,” Rosco said turning and surveying the dragon’s hoard of treasure, “I want to get first pick of the loot before you can get your grubby, dragon blood covered hands all over it.”

[[21]]

Cue the fanfare as this week's Fortnightly Writing Competition has officially ended!

The competition was fierce as the opponents tapped away furiously at their keyboards, looking to reach out into cold, hard space and take the gold.

Without further ado, here are this fortnight's winners:

Firmly clutching the gold, with [21] points we have RetroJay!

In second, the competition was just too fierce and two compeitors must share the spotlight. With [13] points a piece, Mandle and Repi both have a hand on that silver prize.

Coming in hot on their afterburners with [11] points Baron takes the last medal at 3rd!

Our final two competitors, still blazing hot from their trip around the system, finish up the pack with BarbWire at [7] points and Sinitrena at [5]!

Thank you to all the participants and voters, it was a splendid two weeks of competition and we got a lot of great writing out of it!

If anyone wants more breakdowns of the vote tally, or comments on how it should be done in the future, feel free to voice your concerns/comments!

With that, I bow out as your host, and RetroJay has the pleasure to host the next Fortnightly Writing Competition!

Thank you again.

[Sinitrena]

Sinitrena: I already kind of commented on this. It’s different for me, something that I would never find myself reading. Artistic, esoteric and abstract. I liked it, even if it made my mind jumble up a little bit with the punchy stream of thoughts.

EjectedStar: I might be biased, but you did a great job here, even though you stole a character name from one of your previous works, you lazy bastard.

RetroJay: Ah, the age old, “Psych, it’s actually our universe in a snowglobe” gag.  This story felt the most ‘sci-fi’ to me out of all the entries, but I’m a sucker for fun descriptions of weird spacecraft and sci-fi mumbo jumbo. Although I don’t know why Yahweh is so disappointed that we discovered FTL travel. (Also: I imagined Jeb as the main character)

Repi: This definitely felt like an excerpt in the middle of a larger piece. Which made it kind of hard to follow with a lot of references to things that the reader doesn’t know about or ever will know about. The imagery was fun and interesting, and it really felt like an addled, slightly drunk guy exploring his world and coming to terms with it.

Baron: This started off dropping factually correct terms, bringing up actual solutions to solve his predicament. I thought you’d start describing how delta-v works and getting nitty gritty with it, and then we run into some cat-like ascended creature and merging and… yeah that got out of hand real quick! Honestly I feel like side-eyeing the story-teller in the bar and asking him if he’s just fucking with me.

Mandle: This was well written and kept my attention until the end. Although I did scroll with trepidation that it would turn into a Chuck Tingle Bigfoot Story, and it didn’t, so thank you for that.

BarbWire: Starman sounds like a cool fuckin’ dude, I’d hang out with him in Elon’s roadster any day. I really like the absurdity of an inanimate object gaining sentience and instead of being curious and in awe of our world, he throws on some shades, flips the bird and drives off into the nearest black hole.

Alrighty! Those are some of my quick thoughts on these great entries, I'll be tallying up the votes and posting the winner tomorrow! Hope it wasn't too much of a headscratcher of a topic, but I really enjoyed everyone's stories!

[Starman]

Well, what a great turnout! I feel less bad about being called away all weekend and now we've got two more great entries to throw into the bag!

Here are our lovely entrants:

Starman - BarbWire
The Unexpected Funeral Of Harry Raimes - Mandle
Nebulous - Baron
Last Man of the Future - Repi
Humans - RetroJay
Between Your Stars - Sinitrena

Voting will now commence!  Each voter will have 10 votes to spread around as they see fit, any unused votes will be spread out evenly among the other contestants. If an entrant does not cast their votes, their unused votes will be spread to the other participants. (and works out nicely this time: 2-2-2-2-2-0, with 0 being the entrant who did not cast their votes) 

This time around we will be in Secret Ballot Mode and will be sending our votes off through PM.

Open this link to vote!

Posting in the thread that you have voted is optional, but may nudge others to join in to send their votes.

Votes will be tallied at the end of the day on Friday, May 28th and a winner shall be announced this Saturday! Thank you all for participating!

I would suggest that the votes are either sent privately to the host via PM or by an automated poll which doesn't show trending votes until the poll is closed, much in the way that Stupot runs MAGS. AFTER the contest is over people can then mention who they voted for and give their feedback if they wish to do so.

I totally get that, makes a lot of sense.  Maybe people can reply with a "I sent in my votes!" post, and they can throw in their criticism/notes at that point.

So, er...  I kinda SPACED on deadline.  Any chance of an extension to Friday? 

Sure, we'll extend to this weekend, who ends a contest in the middle of the week?

I really liked the stream of consciousness Sinitrena!  It's not something I usually read, but maybe I'll have to change that now. Hm.

Since not too many people have replied, I wrote something up while I had some down time at work, just something to do, I guess! Not part of the competition, but more things to read!

Smear

A dizzying array of lights played across Lieutenant Vaughn’s eyelids. It was a pleasant experience, a personal kaleidoscope in the darkness that encompassed him. A shrill alarm erupted somewhere behind him and dug its way into his eardrum, threatening to explode the many small bones that made up his auditory canal. With a start he ripped his eyes open and took in the destruction that surrounded him.

The starship Joan of Arc splayed out in front of him, or at least, what remained of her. To Vaughn it looked as if a massive animal had been disemboweled with a mighty slash across its abdomen. Thousands and thousands of pieces of the ship floated in zero-g around their origin point, somewhere within the corpse of the starship. Explosions buffeted the debris, sending enormous chunks of spacecraft out into the cosmos, never to be seen again, and most likely in the vastness of space, to continue their journey for eons.

Vaughn tried to crane around in his spacesuit, to get a look at the rest of what remained of their fleet, but in space, it’s difficult to reorient yourself, and his suit had no thrusters. His trajectory had him hurtling backwards out into nothingness, and with no way to control his heavenly path, his fate was much like the chunks of debris that disappeared into the inky blackness.

He keyed his mic inside his helmet with a deft and well-practiced tilt of his chin. “Mayday, mayday,” he grunted out, his voice coarse and dry within his throat, “this is Lieutenant Vaughn of the Joan of Arc, I am off-ship without tether and adrift, does anybody copy?”

He released the mic and nothing but static returned to his ears. He flicked another switch inside his helmet and a heads-up display filled his vision. A type of radar screen pinged to life and showed the last known location of the rest of his fleet. The Joan of Arc was a dark grey circle in the radar field, indicating that the ship was irreparably dead in the water, 99% of it’s systems had to be destroyed to show up as dark grey. Vaughn’s breath caught in his throat as the radar ping swept out around him, and fifteen other dark grey circles appeared on his screen.

They were all gone. Every last one of them. Not one ship in the fleet had survived the battle. A last ditch effort to keep the Fentelian’s at bay, having held them off at each successive rally point, only to be overwhelmed and pushed back another relay station. But now, they had arrived at Earth, and the United Coalition had thrown up its final effort. His eyes played across each grey dot, signifying a lost ship and at least 1,000 Coalition soldiers housed within them.

Vaughn attempted to turn and shift once again, the bulky emergency spacesuit restricting his movement. Achingly slow, his suit began to turn, and a massive ball of blue encompassed his view. Swirls of white clouds rotated around the planet’s surface, seemingly fluffy, even at this far distance from them. The planet was lost, but it still brought a bittersweet smile to Vaughn’s face. He had fought for that planet, had trained for years and fought in countless battles for it. It was fitting that his journey would end here in high orbit among the stars looking down at it.

A large shadow began to trace across his faceplate, and he had just enough time to tear his eyes away from sprawl of green continents below him.

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“What was that?” Commandant Anders asked as something shuddered and smeared across the bridge’s viewscreen.

“Nothing to be worried about,” Valrek said as he flicked an eyestalk up toward the monitor which displayed the forward sensors, “probably just some space debris.”

“Hmm,” Anders mused as the smear ran across the display and out of the sensors reach. “Are the planet busters ready?”

“Aye, Commandant,” Valrek said, flipping the little plastic case up that enclosed a red, shiny button. He poised a wet finger above it, ready for the Commandant's word.

“Fire when ready,” Anders said, his tone of voice indicating how bored he was.

Thanks for the kind words everyone, the competition was fierce and verbose! I'll take this non-existent trophy to my grave where you all can pry it from my cold, dead hands.  I know I'm new here, so you had to give me a taste of victory to keep me coming back to participate in future writing competitions... I see your carefully crafted plans!

It was fun, and I honestly haven't written much since I finished my manuscript and turned to the hair-pulling frustration that is self-publishing.  After raking in all that self-publisher money (world's smallest rake) I have turned my attention to finishing up my adventure game and it sucks away all my free time. Thanks for having a fun and welcoming atmosphere for me to hop back into the writing game!

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Oh, I also started up a new competition, hope to see you there!

[May 19th, 2021]

Welcome to the Fortnightly Writing Competition, where everything is made up and the points don't matter! (Other than for voting purposes, of course, and AGS Forum street cred)

Participants will have roughly two weeks to write a short story of the current theme.  All are welcome!

This week the theme will be:

â˜...Betwixt the Starsâ˜...

I love the allure of the cosmos, the unknown, the infinite possibilities, the danger that could be lurking behind the nearest cosmological object. Feel free to let your fingers run wild across your keyboards from hard sci-fi to whimsical space whales frolicking in zero-g. This is a place of wonder and awe!



The competition begins now! Participants will have until May 19th, 2021 May 21st, 2021  to post their story!

Voting will commence the same as the previous FWC with each voter having 10 points to spread between each entry, awarding points as you see fit.  Critique is always welcome and it's nice to get a paragraph of feedback on your work (and justifying your tally of votes). Any unused votes will be spread among the other participants.

Hey everyone!

Almost forgot to log on and vote!  My kiddo and I are pretty under the weather this weekend, and my pregnant wife is doing double duty watching over two mewling babes. Sorry if my responses are short.

Sinitrena: I enjoyed this! Quite well written and I really liked the visual of the bronze foot slowly wearing down into a nub over the decades.

Mandle: This was weird, but I liked it. It leaves a lot of unanswered questions of what the hell is going on. The kind where you curl up one side of your lip and your eyebrow raises when you get to the end of the page... and then you continue on, intrigued. I'm sure someone out there could glean some allegory out of it.

BarbWire: This was well written and packed full of information/references that I'm sure almost all of it flew over my head.  (Most likely because I am very ignorant to the subject matter)

Sinitrena: 5
Mandle: 2
BarbWire: 3

[Sand]

Sand

Never in a million years did Alaine think she’d cross the Kuhran desert, but here she was, sitting on an unforgiving wooden seat watching a never-ending sea of sand dunes pass by her. Two Beranths, massive furry beasts of burden tugged her cart along, long strips of leather ropes strung along their sides and into their collars. Kulail, her sister, sat on the lead beast’s neck, her legs buried up to her knees in its wiry, thick fur.

“Gonna just sulk down there?” Alaine shouted down from her bench seat toward her sister, “I can’t think riding on a Beranth’s neck is the most comfortable way of crossing a desert! Plus,” she paused as she sniffed the air, “it can’t smell too great either!”

“Give it a rest,” the younger girl called back, staring forward and not turning her head, “I’d rather have my back ache and my nose wrinkle than sit next to you for the rest of the trip.”

“You are as stubborn as the beast you’re riding,” Alaine muttered under her breath, wanting to scream it out at the girl, but instead she clenched her fists, bit down on the tip of her tongue and let the moment pass. They had both been through so much in the last few days, their village being raided and its people being scattered like dust in the desert wind, and the urge to fight drained away just as quickly as it had appeared.

Up on the bench seat of the rickety cart, she could spy nothing but harsh blue skies and yellow dunes as far as the eye could see. She slipped the reins of the beasts around a small wooden knob embedded in the bench seat and leaned out over the side of the cart; her hands tight against the sun beaten wood. Sand sprayed away in wide arcs from the large flat skis that kept the cart from sinking into the soft desert sand. She eyed the leftmost ski with distrust, but the wobbly joint that held it in place hadn’t given up the ghost just yet. She pulled herself back into the seat and leaned back with a sigh, staring up into a vast canvas of uninterrupted blue above her.

Never had she thought she’d be separated from her family and the rest of the villagers. The raiders had come in the night, brandishing curved swords, fiery torches and menace in their eyes. Their mother had ushered them out of the back of their tent and off toward the pens where the Beranth were kept. Kulail had been crying into her robes, unable to be comforted and was quickly deposited into the back of a nearby cart while Alaine and their mother secured it to the nearest two beasts. As Alaine reached down to help her mother up onto the bench seat, a raider, swathed head to toe in dark robes appeared from the darkness. Before Alaine could react, her mother flicked the reins, sending the beasts into a surprised frenzy and leapt down and into the man. Alaine strained at the leather in her hands, urging the beasts to stop as she craned her head to look for her mother, but all she could see was a cloud of dust.

“Gonna just stare at the sky and daydream?” Kulail said, pulling Alaine from her thoughts. The girl had turned to look back, her words drenched with purposeful annoyance that only a younger sibling can dream up, “we won’t get to Valeria if you aren’t even going to pay attention.”

“Let me have the barest of breaks, will you?” Alaine replied, sitting up and rubbing her face, which only came away slightly wet this time as she thought about her mother, “it’s a straight shot there from here. We’ll make it, I know we will.”

“You keep saying that!” Kulail yelled, almost shocked at her own outburst, “but how do you know anybody even it made it out of there? What if they’re all dead? What if they won’t ever make it to the rendezvous point and we won’t ever see them again?”

Down in the pit of Alaine’s stomach, she knew the concerns that her sister brought up mirrored her own, but she couldn’t let the younger girl see it. “I just- I just know that they’ll be there. We have to keep going, or else we’ll waste away out here in this godforsaken desert.”

“Never,” the young girl said staunchly, fully turning around to face Alaine, her body rocking back and forth from the animal’s shoulders lifting and dropping beneath her. She had her arms crossed and a stern look on her face, which looked comical as she bounced along on top the large beast.

“Gonna have clarify yourself a bit there, kid,” Alaine said, confused, “Just a second ago you were moaning about everyone being gone and dead and that we won’t ever see them again.”

“Run back what you said to yourself,” the girl said, arms still crossed.

Around and around the words played back in her head and she finally caught Kulail’s intent. “You’re talking about us wasting away out here and-“

“And nothing!” Kulail said, “Never gonna happen. Whether or not we meet them, whether they’re all dead and just skeletons in the sand… you and I are still together. As much as a pain in a Beranth’s side you are, we will make it.”

Desert dunes drifted past, and wetness once again pushed its way out of Alaine’s eyes as she stared down at the rocking frame of her sister. For the first time in days of misery, heat and unending desert, she knew everything would be okay. It would still hurt, if the outcomes that met them at the rendezvous weren’t what she hoped for, but as long as she had her sister by her side, everything would be okay.

“You just get us there, yeah?” Kulail said, turning her body back to face forward, knees sliding through the thick fur of the Beranth beneath her, “that’s what big sisters do.”

Allegory:

Spoiler

Don't stop believin', hold on to that feeling. If you're goin' through hell keep on going, don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it, you might get out before the devil even knows you're there.

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Extra Spoiler, Don't Read:

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I'm not a huge allegory kind of guy in my writing, but I do like foreshadowing and hiding *stuff*. Read the first word of each paragraph.

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I'm totally joking everyone, no soft-locks or even (real) death will be available in Ejected Star! It's a pretty light hearted adventure and will definitely be heavily in the LucasArts style of no deadend or unwinnable situations.

As much as I love the old Sierra/Quest For Glory games, having to backtrack hours is just an exercise in tedium.

soft-locked

A softlock is a dead end where a player is locked from progressing further into the game, even though they are still capable of interacting with the game, moving their character, etc., requiring a restoration of a saved game or a reset. Whereas a hardlock would be a locking up of the game without being able to interact with it, freezing up through bugs, hardware failure, or my own poorly written code.

King's Quest 5, if you didn't throw a boot at a cat to save a rat, unknowingly your game would be jacked, just like that.  Near the end of the game you would no longer be able to progress as the rat would never show up and you'd be stuck without knowing why or how.

As adventure game designers it's our responsibility to carefully weigh and meter out these puzzles to thoroughly destroy, humiliate and turn our players against us. A well-timed softlock, 5 hours into a game, exercises this into a sublime experience that we can chortle about in our annual secret meetups in Roberta Williams' basement.

Hm, this might be a little deeper into the dragon than I originally thought. 

[Ejected Star]

Hey everyone!

Ejected Star is a comedy, point n' click adventure! Join Tommy Tektite as he explores the galaxy in a quest to hunt down Havok, an evil, conniving robot who has framed him for the destruction of his ship and all those aboard. Along the way he must make friends, obtain a spaceship, build up his crew and follow clues to uncover Havok's whereabouts and bring him to justice.

Free, fully voiced prologue, with an hour's worth of comedy-filled content!

Don't forget to bring a mop!

Ejected Star did start life as an AGS title, but I was enticed away to Unity and Adventure Creator.

Ejected Star has an hour long, fully voiced prologue! Download Here!




The game will be fully voiced, span about 6-8 hours in length and will be full of classic PnC style humor and fun. I'm still on the fence about having to throw a boot at a cat within in the first hour of the game that will ultimately leave you soft-locked 5 hours later, so we'll put a pin in that for now.

I'm hoping to put up a Kickstarter in the next couple months, but I'm not the greatest at running Social Media/Kickstarter stuff, so we'll see how that all pans out.

Thanks for checking it out everybody!  If anyone wants to see updates I'll be sure to post here on anything major, or you can follow me on Twitter.

Just finished Episode 1 of Broken Windows, loved the Police Quest vibes.  Downloading this and episode 2 tonight!  Congrats on the release!