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Diplom - Handgedacht 🙌🏻
Great day of talks at UCSC Interactive Storytelling Symposium.
From the top:
Michael Mateas with opening remarks about story structure and what that means for games
Warren Spector comparing us to other mediums (Psycho again)
Clint Hocking talking Far Cry 2 during our "game-oriented" panel while Michael and Telltale's Kevin Bruner gaze at his slides,
ARG-ish panel with Brenda Laurel, Tawny Schlieski, Matt McLaurin and Susan Bonds (whose slide about NIN's Year Zero ARG is up on the projector)
Downstairs in the museum they had Space War!
Ending on an emotional note, Brenda Romero telling moving player-centric stories about all the times Train has been played.
Sorry Emily Short, Asa Kalama, Noah Wardrip-Fruin, and Stephane Bura, my camera failed to be cool enough to take a picture of your Tools & Authorship panel. Thanks to Michael Mateas, Jane Pincard et al for organizing and having me out. Great fun was had by all.
The Novice
To @ipdanceteam , you've all been there for me. Even if you guys think we didn't talk, this team made me look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays. I love you all and ill definitely miss this team. We've got two more performances and I know we'll treat it like FG! Holla. I'm glad I went to that audition that night, I was even debating on whether or not I should go. But thank goodness I did. I met my lovely twin, @through_my_glasses and unofficial, @nicable and my kuya @christju that night. I don't know what I would do without them. Oh! And ate @maryssaisboss. Okay I'm done. Thanks guys! ❤👯💎✨ #danceteam #missyoualready #worthliving #2chainz #iFOG #FGready #PCNin10minutes #3
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Delia's Train Ride Home
“What a chilling kill from an unsuspecting girl!”
Delia shook the memory from her head as she stared out the window. The scenery was flashing by, trees that only reminded her of the branches she used for shelter in the games. She didn’t like it… She didn’t like remembering everything she had done. She had only killed two—two in the final battle. She had kept to herself otherwise, those long six days. A chill ran down her spine as she thought of the words she uttered to the girl from Six: “Let me know if the motto is true, alright?”
She looked down to her fingers and began to scratch off the glittering diamond polish that her stylist had bestowed upon her for the interview.
“What was going on through your mind when you made it to the final four?” Ranch had asked.
‘Terror. Fear. …Hope.’ She thought to herself, now. She knew her competition had underestimated her in the arena, since she didn’t attack anyone and no one attacked her. She didn’t think the others ever had the idea to use their surroundings to their advantage, either. She smiled to herself for that idea. Yet, she knew, the only reason why she was alive was because of the sponsors that looked out for her. All of what she had heard was right: sponsors were capable of giving the gift of life in a single silver parachute.
She brushed her fingers through her hair, each touch reminding her that she was alive. She was breathing, she could see… She wasn’t dead.
As the train stopped at District 12, she grabbed a few pastries and headed to the door. She met her mother and her two little sisters there. She collapsed onto her knees, hugging her siblings tightly to her. The pastries she had rolled on the ground, a couple slipping underneath to the train tracks.
“Welcome home, Delia!” one of her sisters grinned.
“I missed you,” was all she could whisper as she felt tears rushing down her cheeks.
The smell of coal had never been more welcoming.
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