TRACK SIX: “THE POOR SIDE OF TOWN” TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION RICHARD ROOKSON The Heart of Tartarus is aptly named. Lying at the centre of the disk that forms the … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Six
Apocryphal Son, Chapter Five
TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION
KAREN DANIELS
“Left. Up. Up. No no, a little more. Point four centimetres down, and one more to the left. Okay, hit it!”
“You’re sure?”
“Affirmative. I ran the calculations three times.”
“Karen, we won’t get another chance after this-”
“Ja, ja! Just hit it already!”
Apocryphal Son, Chapter Four
COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS HAROLD CONRAD Green hills and gassho huts covered with ivy. Breath-taking pink flowers flowing with the wind. Exotic architecture in a strange land. The uneven pitter-patter of rain. … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Four
Apocryphal Son, Chapter Three
THE YEAR XX84 CIVIL PARISH OF IO RICHARD ROOKSON Laserfire beamed past Richard’s head as he slid into the wreckage of a nearby derelict frigate for cover. The brown and grey junkyard … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Three
Apocryphal Son, Chapter Two
THE YEAR XX84 ARCTURUS PRIME KAREN DANIELS Time and space folded around the wood panelling of the apartment as the walls of the hallway breathed slow, heavy breaths and the … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Two
Apocryphal Son, Chapter One
TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION THE YEAR XX84 HAROLD CONRAD Clad in a beige trenchcoat covering carbon black body armour, Harold Conrad crossed the gap between two intersecting alleyways. He glanced … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter One
Heavy Rain Review: Possibly the Worst of the Narrative-Driven Games
Seriously, it’s like The Room of videogames. But less entertaining.
