war
Tagpatrol 3: room
“Did we win?” I ask while the blinders keep my eyes focused on a computer-generated image of Cait Sith dirty dancing with Aerith, the standard treatment for “battle fatigue.”
Memories from Hell
It was dark.
patrol 2: 52 Card Pickup
On the Xth day of the siege—where X is a day that both me and at least one other person would remember the same way—shiny brass yelled at bloody brass so much that the walls shook.
patrol 1: reading Farmer Boy made me never want to read anything fictional again and this is the result
There’s a bunch of talk that overloads my care nerves. I’ve got APD. I listen for machine gun fire or my own name.
This War is Fucking Nonsense
Dr. Seuss meets Generation Kill
HOMEFRONTING
1945. Germany. You’re 12 years old. You and the remnants of your Flakhelfer unit are arguing over which is scarier: the war or the supposedly-haunted house you’ve taken shelter in.
Sound Bites
How many books have you read on milk?
Leagues to Migali
A child soldier carrying some heavy baggage endures the usual suspects—hunger, rape, and suicidal ideation—while on a violent quest to extinguish the dictator-witch responsible
Indelible in the Hippocampus
This game was created for the Emotional Mecha Jam on itch.io, created by John Harness and Takuma Okada.
Months ago, an E-MO unit piloted by you and your superior, Major Agarwal,
Hopes & Prayers Is Something You Say to Allow Yourself to Forget
Hopes & Prayers Is Something You Say to Allow Yourself to Forget
& I don’t even offer that.
Empathy weighs less than glory, holy things worth more bloodstained.
This a privile