I’m still writing, but all those words are currently elsewhere. Go check out my review of The Photo Album – a theater piece that involved game play and augmented reality by The Story Gym at The Brick Theater. It’s on PinkRayGun!
I also have a review of Bioshock Infinite up currently at Searching For SuperWomen! There are spoilers for some of the twist ending because I had to talk about why Elizabeth’s clothing was just… extra annoying and kind of icky. I mean, there are a ton of other issues with that game, but that REALLY got to me.
I’m working on some new ideas, so stay tuned!
I wrote about a play that I saw at The Brick Theater in Brooklyn. Check out my review on pinkraygun.com here!
I will be writing more there and a couple other places, but will try to make sure to have links to the articles here. And I assume will still occasionally write about game design here. In the meantime, enjoy!
Hey! Been a bit, but I figured I should make a note of being quoted in GiantBomb, along with a bunch of other brave and fascinating women (incredibly honored to have been included among them)! Fair warning, there is a gory, decapitated, boobtastic torso that may have escaped the set of a Jaws Takes the Thames movie involved. Check it out here!
Why of all people was I asked to comment? Because I said something in reference to this torso situation about #1reasonwhy, which had been a huge and pretty amazing speaking out by industry people of why there are not enough women in the games industry. This particular episode is just one more in the many ways in which certain elements of the game industry keeps forgetting or trying to ignore an entire 50% of the population. Not everyone is on board with this though, so I keep having hope!
In other news, I’m participating in the Global Game Jam that’s starting tomorrow! I have no idea what my contribution will be to the team I end up with, but I expect it will be fun! And exhausting! There’s going to be a tumblr that we’ll post to, so I’ll try to link to that as soon as I get a url.
And last but not least, the tech scene in NYC is getting kind of amazing as NYTM (New York Tech Meetup) is working to consolidate the influence of the tech industry to affect public policy and change within the city for the benefit of everyone who is affected by technology. I personally like the push for educational opportunities for all New Yorkers to learn skills applicable to working with current technology. Because if there is any resource NYC has a lot of, it is people. Check out more about that here!
So it looks like another gaming summit is happening in NYC. This one is focused mostly on mobile gaming, which has been one of the biggest growing markets in technology in general. If you’re interested in attending, you can get 15% off on the ticket by clicking through here! I believe this is the first Mobile Gaming Summit, so this should be really interesting! I unfortunately cannot attend, but follow Stacey Horricks on twitter for updates! Happy Gaming folks!
(This is an experiment. Let me know what you think! Send suggestions of games!)
The smell of the vultures was finally getting to me. After days of training and preparation for this first match, I still was not able to fully ignore the stench of rotting meat they gave off. Their riders weren’t much better, as they were apparently living in those red leathers and not bathing at all.
“Why do you think they don’t at least take their helmets off?” asked Blue, sitting down and letting his tray of food clatter on our shared tabletop.
“Maybe they’re not actually human?” I suggested, looking over at the red riders again. I couldn’t tell, but I thought one of them might be looking back.
“Well, it’s amazing their leathers are still red at all. I mean… have you smelled them?”
“I’m smelling them right now. Thanks for the reminder,” I said, putting my fork down. The red rider I thought was looking at us waved at me and I raised a hand automatically before shuddering and putting it back down.
“You gonna eat that Coward?” Blue asked while grinning, his blue eyes reflecting the color of his flying leathers. We were both new, and signing the employment papers immediately wiped our identities giving us color designations. Blue had decided that being yellow and the primary meant I deserved any joking nickname he could come up with. Ignoring him seemed to be the best response so far.
“No, go ahead. It was just a snack as I’m about to go up” Blue nodded in understanding as he scraped my food onto his tray.
I watched as Blue dug into his food with gusto. We were sometimes on the same side, but every once in a while our competition to win meant we “accidentally” took each other out in practice. This could be the last time we’d see each other, but acknowledging that was too hard.
I sat for a few minutes before my nerves got to me and I left the cafeteria, heading to the Pit. The sound of the crowd filing into the arena seats echoed through to the Pit where the vultures and ostriches were kept. I found my assigned ostrich Tiktik quickly by his brilliant blue feathers and walked up to him to check over his gear yet again.
“Ready young’un?” said the old man who took care of the birds. His gnarled face and hands and spry step seemed out of sync, but the birds loved him as nameless as he was now.
“As I’ll ever be.” I said, swinging up to sit between Tiktik’s augmented wings, gripping tight the reins that would help me communicate with him until they dug into my palms. The old man handed me my lance and I cradled against my ribs.
“You’ve done good so far, just gotta crush those Reds and stomp on their eggs. We don’t need any new Reds in the Pit, although we’ve got plenty of vultures for ’em.” he said.
I paused for a moment and turned to him. “Before I go out there, could I ask you a question?”
He shrugged. “If I know the answer, sure.”
“What are they?”
“Aliens? The dead come back? Goblins? Never did figure it out. All I know is they’re creepy and stink, so go kick some in the butt,” he said. He winked at me, and I knew he must know the answer but couldn’t tell me now.
“If I come back, will you tell me?” I asked.
“You’ll know by then. You always know when you fight them what they are. Enough of that. Good flying.” he said. He smacked Tiktik on the leg, and he leapt forward straight into the transporter beam.
The sudden roar of the crowd upon our entry into the arena deafened me so I couldn’t hear the introductory beeps. I braced my lance, heard the drone of the Reds being transported into the arena on the floating platforms above me and kicked Tiktik into motion.
Here we go.