A Series of Catastrophes: A WWI Game in Development
“War is a series of catastrophes which results in a victory.” – Georges Clemenceau, Prime Minister of France, remarks to President Woodrow Wilson during the Paris Peace Talks, 1919 Introduction…
Gemz: A Ruby Gem Repository
Welcome to the grand unveiling. My repository is functionally complete, at least as far as Phase One is concerned. The first phase of this project is to replace the old…
Turning 60: The Curtain Opens on Act IV
During this past Halloween weekend, I was in a Montréal pub with my friend, Marc Guenette, celebrating the second half of my birthday travels and rooting for the Toronto Blue…
“This is a Pilgrimage for You”
“This is a Pilgrimage for You” No sooner had Claire given voice to my innermost thoughts, in the shadow of Evangeline at the Grand Pré National Historical Site, did the…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Twenty
“Teeg! I’m picking up a ship’s signature on the long-range navigational sensors.” Tegan Mallory woke instantly from the light, meditative sleep she used during the longer, routine trips. She should’ve…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Nineteen
The remains of her life were endured as a constant silent sob interrupted by moments of horror and despair. As before, she was encased in the undulating mirrorball, but now…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Eighteen
The past fortnight had been murder. Something had to give and give soon. The situation on Proteus-VI was next to hopeless. Over 85% of the planet’s surface lay under the…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Seventeen
Time meant nothing. She did not sleep. Her mind was always alive, always on. She was on her knees, hunched over in a fetal ball, naked. There was no gravity,…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Sixteen
CJ burst into Ebony’s room ready for bear. The door crashed against the side wall. Lucretia, cocooned in a healing quilt, with her hands and face wrapped in gauze, nearly…
Swimming in Estrogen C’ – Chapter Fifteen
Mirage walked down the hall toward the ‘Scapers quarters. As he did so, he saw Feld, with one hand holding his side, leaning against the doorjamb of the recovery room.…