Given that Chapter Two of Epistory came out while I was writing the review of Chapter One, I had been hoping to get this second review done sooner. Part of that is down to things being busy at Christmas, part is down to my job, and part is down to my job being busy at Christmas.
Yeah. I played through Chapter One again as recommended (because there’s no guarantee that saves from the earlier version of Epistory will still work 100% correctly since the update), and managed to break the game pretty much the moment I started Chapter 2. That held me up a bit. Being an Early Access title, this kind of thing is to be expected, and I hope my experience helps the developers iron out the kinks. Continue reading
I’ve been keeping an eye on Epistory – Typing Chronicles for a little while now, pretty much determined to give it a go and pretty much totally clueless as to whether or not it would run on my newly assembled computer. A few days ago I decided to bite the bullet and try out the early access version, and wow am I glad that I did.
Epistory looks beautiful. If you haven’t stumbled across it already, this is a typing game where, rather than simply hammering away at letters and words that appear on the screen, you’re free to wander around a beautiful origami world typing things into (and out of) existence. Your character–a little girl riding on a many-tailed fox–doesn’t say much, but her story appears etched into the landscape itself: a neat way of moving the plot along without breaking away from the action. Continue reading
Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day 5
Challenge #3: Write a piece of historical fiction. Also, your story should include an event from July 5th in history.
July 5th, 1944:
They will give me the Dickin Medal for this.
I have intercepted a report indicating that reinforcements are to be sent to the 4th Army, east of Mogilev. I cannot allow that to happen. Though my actions in Berlin have drawn a significant amount of attention already, I am determined to hold my position. The ground I have chosen to make my stand is exposed. Every day, things get a little more uncomfortable. The enemy is just feet away. But I will persevere.
I will prevail.
“I was going to write important Nazi stuff, but there’s a cat sitting on my typewriter.”
“Can’t you just shove it off?”
I sense the tide of battle is shifting. New tactics are required. I lick my paw and use it to wipe my face. A bold stratagem.
“No, I…I’ll probably just find another typewriter.”