The Music Holds It Together

There’s another lovely review of The Sea Will Claim Everything over at Mash Those Buttons. I was particularly happy about this part: Once the music hits you, I’m not sure how much you’ll care about the game’s setbacks any more. The music is the core of this game, the piece …

The Person and the Persona

When I started making games, I had a choice to make: under what name was I going to release them? Now, this was a while ago – more than ten years. (Agustín Cordes recently told me that I was one of the first of the indies and that I should …

Designing for Grace

[Note: while everything I wrote about grace is still exactly what I believe, I was completely wrong to attack Koster in this way, and have written about that in The Bogeymen of the Indie Scene.] One of the things that has always frustrated me about game design is that in …

You must make the cookie.

Not much to say at the moment. There’s a new review of TSWCE by GameChurch that is very nice. Always happy about reviews that focus more on content and ideas than on the interface or on technical descriptions of gameplay. I feel we need more of that. If book reviews …

Elections

As I said on Twitter, I wish I could say something about the elections in Greece other than “we’re fucked.” I can’t believe how many people were stupid enough to vote for Nea Dimokratia and PASOK, two parties that have spent the last thirty years robbing the country blind. Idiotic …

Feeling Safe Already

“I know a lot of cyclists run red lights in Frankfurt, but I didn’t.” “Yes, but let me tell you something. I’ve been a police officer for 20 years, I know my flock.” Verena must have talking to Jesus! “Yes, you have a facial scar now, but you should get …

Protecting the Innocent

The re-launch of The Sea Will Claim Everything will be delayed to Monday. Why? Well, the police. As you may know, about a week ago Verena was hit by a car. She was cycling to work and a taxi driver, who didn’t look where he was going, took a left …

Not Subtle

I looked into the eyes of a dying girl once. She’d jumped from the top of the building where I lived. I was on the sixth floor, she fell from the seventeenth. The impact sounded exactly like an empty travel bag being dropped on the floor. I’d heard that people …

Serious Modern Artists

I don’t normally repost every damn comment I write on some blog, but this is one discussion that I may come back to at some point in the future (if only as an example of what’s wrong with the world), so I might as well. So, in the Guardian’s generally …