Oh dear.
Chapter 2, Page 7
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Oh dear.
Iain Banks, one of my favorite writers, is dying.
Death comes for everybody, but I do wish that great artists could be immortal for real, and not just in the work they leave behind.
Which is as far as it’s likely to get, frankly. But I added a bunch of charmingly homemade sounds, and what might charitably be described as music. Check it out on the games page.
There’s a new version of a little game I’ve been working on over at my games page. You might want to go over and check it out, if you like poultry and explosives.