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Ossuary Trailer Live!
“Wait!” you say. “A new game from Gregory Avery-Weir?! And this Future Proof thing? I’ve been ignoring all your other posts about it?! Waaat?” Go watch the trailer. The release date will be announced very soon. (Frustrating, I know, but…) The game itself will also be released rather soon. Get ready to fall into the place of bones.
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Links! Dat Social Justice
I’ve been (relatively) all over the twitter space lately on the social justice tip. I’ve started following some new and amazing folks in the last couple months, including Ashe Dryden, Julie Pagano, and Justine Arreche, who are probably the first folks I’ve followed who are specifically interested in social justice within the tech community/industry. Mutual following of these folks led to some fun discussions with a former colleague on considerations like, “How often can I call my colleagues out on *ist behavior and still get invites out to lunch? Once in three occurrences?” After all, no one likes a feminazi. The first two links come from Pagano’s “101 off limits”…
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They Mean Well
From Ossuary: Testing is fun.
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Deploying “The Whispering Thing”
After the shenanigans of getting that site pushing, building, testing, and deploying from git to Jenkins to DreamHost, I was able to get deployment for “The Whispering Thing” in place while I slept. Seriously, Jira says I clocked 90 minutes, and that’s with versioning (details below) and using a new service–DreamObjects. Twine (what “The Whispering Thing” is written in) produces a single HTML file with all CSS and JS right in the file. A dream for deployment–just put it somewhere. DreamObjects is–from my perspective–like S3, but doesn’t require me to start the clock ticking on Future Proof Games’ free tier status with Amazon Web Services. DreamObjects is API-compliant with S3,…
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Happy Halloween! “The Whispering Thing”
“The Whispering Thing” is a little treat (or trick) that we of Future Proof Games put together for Halloween: Lynn stands on the edge of the roof, the back of her heels over nothing but air. The whispering thing slowly creeps toward her, its voice lost in the wind. Lights glitter below. She loses her balance and falls backward. Today did not turn out how she expected it to. (Trigger warning: suicide, bullying, impostor complex, etymology, cannibalism) Go play. It’s hypertext, and a horror game. (I’ll be posting some devops fun later about automating the versioning and deployment of the game.)