mansion

So my friends, we meet again. I thought our second rendezvous would take place on a clear path, with meadows flanking either side, and a lilting tune performed by a handsome bard floating on the summer breeze. But, dear ones, the path is littered with corpses picked over by vultures and my bard is long […]

Write a gamebook, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. While I can attest to the fact that “they” were correct, they were also simultaneously very, very wrong. I did not take into account the sheer enormity of the project, nor the absolute mind-boggling moments, where I thought my brain was going to fry itself.