Author: dng

Aaaaaaaargh! (a game)

This was made using the Pulp game editor for Playdate. You can download the game below, to play either through the Pulp app emulator or the playdate itself (maybe – I have no idea when they’re released or how they work).

Download: aaaargh (zip file)

To install it you’ll need to extract and import either the json file (which I think is the source code) into the pulp app, or load the .pdx folder onto your playdate (if anyone actually has a Playdate). You might need to make an account first to use the Pulp editor, and there’s import buttons on the main page that should hopefully work with these files.

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Notes:

1. Made in March 2022
2. The sounds/soundtrack are terrible, for which I apologise
3. But they were the best I could do.
4. It is supposed to be intentionally irritating.
5. But the sound on this video is somehow broken even more.
6. I have no idea how to capture system sounds using quicktime, so had to record the audio through the internal microphone, the noise cancelling algorithms of which seem to have eaten half of the static and most of the beeps.
7. Sorry about that.

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Tales From The Town #47: Winter

A Winter’s Day

“It’s cold,” said Tina.

“It’s really cold,” said Claire.

“It’s too cold,” said Ethel.

Daniel’s teeth chattered and his face went blue.

“I told you all it wasn’t the weather for ice cream,” Agnes said with a sigh, as she paid the ice cream van driver and ushered the children back inside.

A Winter’s Night

Sixteen hours of dark, and all of it silent. Softly floating snow making rainbows as it falls, the colour of moonlight, the colour of streetlights, the colour of headlights, the colour of fairy lights put up for Christmas and never taken down.

Three months later and they still don’t look out of place. Winter deadens time like snow swallows sound. Purgatorial beauty.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 11th, 2021
2. A sequel to Tales From The Town #15: Summer

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Tales From The Town #46: The Cat In Winter

The cat opened its eyes, yawned, closed them again. It was exactly where it wanted to be.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 8th, 2021
2. I’m not sure why the cat looks more like a rabbit
3. I am sorry.

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Tales From The Town #45: A Cave Full Of Slowly Melting Snow

The sea outside was no longer frozen, but the cave itself was filled with slowly melting snow.

“I’ve got a houseplant now,” Tina said. “I feed it strawberries and apricots and then it sings itself to sleep.”

“I saw seven thousand seven hundred and sixty eight spiders,” Ethel said. “All at once!”

“Well, I died and went to hell!” Claire said gleefully. “For a whole afternoon.”

“I chopped the head off a dragon!” Daniel said.

“You did not!” Claire said.

“I did,” Daniel insisted. “And then I chopped it off again when it grew back, and then I ran away.”

“I don’t believe that at all,” Claire said. “If you’d done all that we’d know. There’d be stories about it and everything. You’re just making things up to impress Dad.”

“I’m not,” Daniel said. “It really happened. But no one saw.”

It had been a long time since Antoine had had any guests. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to say. Eventually he noticed the children had all gone quiet. In the silence of the moment the only sounds were the crackles of the fire and the crabs clacking their claws in anger at the snow. Breath and smoke mingled and rose up into the dark.

“Winter lasts forever and then all of a sudden it’s gone,” he said eventually. His children looked at him in a way which made him doubt whether he was even there.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 8th, 2021

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Beneath A Kaleidoscopic Sky

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Notes:

1. Made in February 2022
2. The opening credits for a cartoon never made

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