Tuesday, 29 July 2025

July

This hasn't been the best month, really! Too hot for a country with no air conditioning, for a start. Plus the next things on my to-do list have been a bit stickier.

And then more recently itch.io de-listing content, the intfiction forum going down (temporarily, but with no known timeline for restoration), the IF Archive blocking UK users because of the so-called Online Safety Act...

Anyway, since I can't post it in my dev thread on the forum, let's see a little example of the kind of things I do to make my own stories more interesting to me. One of those sticky bits on my to-do list? The character of "Dav", a scruffy man with some exposition to share:

> ward
We head through the curtain and to the back of the busy Free Clinic.

This corner of the Free Clinic is dominated by a row of humming regeneration tanks hooked up to a thick power line. Up close, I can see that each contains a sleeping child.

A scruffy man is dozing on the floor.

> scruffy man
An unshaven jaw projects from beneath his visor and his boilersuit is crumpled and creased.

He starts awake as we approach, and begins panicking when he sees Emi's uniform.

'We're not here for this,' I say quickly. 'Or I don't think we are, anyway. Perhaps you can explain what I'm looking at.'

Dav/bye>

I spent a lot of the month not wanting to do any work on Dav, even though he's the only character not implemented at all yet. The solution? Make him weird!

I happened to be reading a section in The Dream-Quest of Vellitt Boe where the main character is crossing an ocean, and some strange watery priests board her ship to bless the voyage. It reminded me that Killing Machine Loves Slime Prince includes a "Merperson Village" which has hitherto remained the only thing remotely like that in the setting. Until now!

With Dav as a merman, suddenly I'm a bit more inspired to write his dialogue: 

> ward
We head through the curtain and to the back of the busy Free Clinic.

This corner of the Free Clinic is dominated by a row of humming regeneration tanks hooked up to a thick power line. Up close, I can see that each contains a sleeping child.

A strange humanoid is dozing on the floor.

> humanoid
Hairless and elongated, the bubble helmet of his environment gear is filled with water. A band of tinted glass wraps around the helmet at eye level.

He starts awake as we approach, and begins panicking when he sees Emi's uniform.

'We're not here for this,' I say quickly. 'Or I don't think we are, anyway. I'm Vasily and this is Emi. Perhaps you can explain what we're looking at?'

'Dav,' he says. 'I don't want any trouble. Especially not here.'

Dav/tanks/murder/bye> dav
'I've never met someone like you before,' I say carefully.

I can just about make out his eyes studying me from behind the tinted band in his bubble helmet. 'I'm from Outre Coast. Not been living above water a decade yet, so I've never met a sun-sider before either.'

He still hasn't, but I get the impression if we start explaining the fine points of our identities we'll be here all day.

Dav/tanks/murder/bye>

This process plays out a lot for me when I'm making stuff, which is why everything is often so weird in my games...