Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Baud Dudes CYOA

Here you go, folks, first post of the year! -- a new hyperfiction conversion for your playing-through convenience, hot off the presses... it appeared in yesterday's Blocktronics artpack, a coterie of technological throwbacks who extol the virtues of ANSI art (circa MS-DOS BBSes) and demonstrate their virtuosity with this long-dead medium. Some of its members more than others conflate the context with the text, and use their works to nostalgically celebrate the nerd culture of the late '80s-early '90s, none more so than Reset Survivor, an artist with a burgeoning side practice largely unrelated to textmode artwork. In a deft piece of wordplay, the artpack is subtitled "BAUD DUDES", and included therein r5 penned a peculiar work of what amounts to hyperfiction fanfic of Data East's 1988 arcade game Bad Dudes vs. Dragonninja. (Surreal Data East mascot fire-breathing Russian strongman Karnov, first boss of Bad Dudes, is still here, but refigured in reverse as VONRAK, the champion of the SPACE NINJAZ. Six of one, half dozen of the other...)

If I had more time on my hands I would have transcribed it in its entirety (by saving the ANSI to ASCII, most of that work will be already done for me), but that will have to wait for the future benefit of hypothetical visually impaired readers. (You're not exactly missing Shakespeare here.) In a curious nod to the '80s milieu, the hypertext references are phrased a la BASIC instructions, enjoying GOTO statements akin to the ones we last saw back in 2010's posting of the 1982 program You Are A Detective.

Admittedly it has been a while -- my most recent hyperfiction conversion here was in October of 2013, some 2.5 years ago. What can I say, I've been busy with other projects. (Did I mention that I have two small children now? Someday they will enjoy their father's CYOA collection.) In short, all of the low-hanging fruit had been already picked by me. The Active Fiction Project remains a going concern -- indeed, they are seeking submissions again from (local) hyperfiction authors -- but in deference to their requests I have refrained from publicly recapitulating their complete narratives. I am backed up on reviewing two or three of them, but since you won't have a chance to try them for yourselves, they've been low priority.

This one, on the other hand, you do have a chance to try for yourself... so here goes!

Are you a BAUD enough DUDE to rescue DONNIE?
Looking around your enclosure, you notice something you might want to bring with you.
  • If you choose to bring your zippo lighter, GOTO BC
  • If you choose to bring a ham sandwich, GOTO BD

* * *

Do you decide to help your country, and DONNIE?
A slow rumble starts to build beneath your feet. A set of two glowing circles appear before you. One white and one red. You remember that you're supposed to stand on one of them but .. man, it's been so long that you've forgotten which one is for the radiation blow back. Hmmmm ...
  • If you choose the white circle, GOTO CC
  • If you choose the red circle, GOTO CD
  • If you decide to call out for help, GOTO CE
Do you enter?
A slow rumble starts to build beneath your feet. A set of two glowing circles appear before you. One white and one red. You remember that you're supposed to stand on one of them but .. man, it's been so long that you've forgotten which one is for the radiation blow back. Hmmmm ...
  • If you choose the white circle, GOTO CC
  • If you choose the red circle, GOTO CD
  • If you decide to call out for help, GOTO CE

* * *

* * *

* * *

* * *

Which route do you choose?
  • If you decide to take the elevator, GOTO DA
  • If you decide to take the hatch, GOTO DB

* * *

Out from the shadows, steps KING SPACE NINJA himself, VONRAK.
  • If you choose to run, GOTO EA
  • If you choose to stand and fight, GOTO EB

* * *

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Warlock fatigue

Tin Man Games, who started out doing solid work on their original IP series of Gamebook Adventures, have since branched out in the service of larger and more lucrative licenses -- from Ryan North's To Be, Or Not To Be, to the somewhat niche nostalgic gamebook series Grail Quest and Demonspawn, to the original UK gamebook phenomenon, Fighting Fantasy. FF is a license that refuses to die, so hats off to it! Every few years another contender decides that it has potential for a computer (or now, mobile) adaptation, then peters out after adapting a book or two when they decide that it just didn't deliver the calibre of revenue they'd hoped for -- often it is the first few books in the series that are visited, and revisited. Following Adventuresoft UK's text adventure conversion of Temple of Terror in 1987 -- as the steam was running out of the gamebooks' first wave -- there wasn't another FF adaptation made until Eidos' 1998 action version of Deathtrap Dungeon, and no not-previously-converted books (not for lack of options -- the series runs over 60 titles) were subject to adaptations until Bright AI's (since-redacted) conversion of The Shamutanti Hills for iOS in 2010. In the meantime, we get to see, again and again: The Warlock of Firetop Mountain, the series' first entry, raw, unmoderated by experience or developments in game design sensibilities since 1982. Tin Man Games are currently hyping stretch goals for their kickstarted version of Firetop Mountain.
I maintain a game group at Mobygames of Fighting Fantasy gamebook adaptations, but I maintain a separate group for Warlock of Firetop Mountain adaptations -- that is how many of them there are. The license is not always well-applied: the first, 1984, computer game by that name is simply a re-skinning of the Gauntlet-alike Hall of the Things for the ZX Spectrum; around the turn of the century there is an internet-unknown (despite being award-winning) WEP mobile phone adaptation, and not long after Proporta in 2004 publishes a version for the Palm organizer.

In 2006 there's a breath of fresh air, a roguelike, "Warlock's Mountain", loosely inspired (read: unlicensed) by the scenario; in 2009 Aspyr makes an Elder Scrolls-ish first-person action game based on it for the Nintendo DS, and in 2010 Big Blue Bubble launches a brief line of FF adaptations for iOS with their version of Firetop Mountain. One measly year later, in 2011, Laughing Jackal try for a more faithful enhanced-gamebook presentation dual-launching on the PSP and PS3, and there is a Kindle version in 2012 that looks eerily similar to the Palm version of 12 years prior.

And now, in 2015, Tin Man takes its crack at the throne, having successfully adapted eight other FF titles (making it the undisputed Fighting Fantasy electronic adaptation champion of all time -- Big Blue Bubble made it through 5 before their license expired) before deciding to return to this well-trod territory (rather than looking at some of the fifty-odd titles that no one has yet ever given the conversion treatment.) Can they blow some fresh air into the title? It's not impossible -- Inkle has done marvels with its treatment of Steve Jackson's Sorcery! gamebooks, expanding on them nigh-exponentially. Previews suggest that this is the direction Tin Man may be going for this adaptation -- at least, if they're able to raise the dosh to do so.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Active Fiction Project the third: As Above, So Below

Active Fiction is back! It remains in effect only in Vancouver for the time being, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, returns to the Riley Park neighbourhood for a hat trick slam dunk. I tried to collect, capture and document the first installment when it launched, then did a little promo on the second when it emerged... impatient, I even profiled what little I could glean about the organization without their answering any of my interview questions in SPAG, the Society for the Promotion of Adventure Games newsletter (come to think about it, it's been 188 days and I still haven't had any questions answered...)

(To bring you up to speed, Active Fiction installs text passages in public locations -- typically attached to lamp posts with zap straps -- each advancing a paragraph or so of story and directing readers to the location(s) of further passages nearby in the area that they may choose to visit in order to continue the narrative. The stories tend to run to ~20 passages overall, and their layout does not necessarily follow an optimal path. Because I don't live in the area, I visit in my car and quickly "lawnmower" all of the story passages using my camera, so I can leisurely read my way through the story threads after my little ones are tucked in. This has the side effect of privately preserving the stories for posterity, as they are only posted in public for a limited time! I was initially gung ho about mirroring the stories here for the ages, but the Active Fiction folks have kindly asked me to refrain from such activity, so now I just give you teasers and invite you out into the streets to experience them for yourselves.)

This time around we revisit some familiar territory but with a more magical realist approach. The very day I got wind that the laminated cards were up on the street, I cleared a block of time that afternoon and started plotting out a grid of story nodes, so as to facilitate and expedite my complete collection of the story fragments -- I wanted to be the first to report on it! Sadly, though all of my ducks were in a row, I've been somewhat blogly backlogged, so now everyone will think that I'm just poaching the story from the 24hrs free daily newspaper. Alas!

This one began at the same location as the previous story, just east of Main Street at 28th Avenue. It's given the ominously astrological title As Above, So Below, and is written by one Brittany Huddart about whom I was unable to dig up any juicy info online. Let's get a little bit closer...
#1) The sky over the mountains eases from blues to oranges in the hour before twilight. You're worn out from your long day at work waiting for, (another,) late bus. It's too hot this summer and the muggy atmosphere has sweat slicking your body in all the wrong places. You grip your shirt and flap it against your body to create a breeze. It doesn't work. Where is that bus? You ease your tote bag off your shoulder and set it on the sidewalk. Your muscles ache. You're grateful for the presence of transit in the city, but waiting for late busses or watching full busses whizz past at rush hour is painfully frustrating. You crouch by the road. You rub sweat off your forehead with the back of your wrist. The late afternoon sun bakes your feet through your sneakers. Do you:
  • Keep waiting for the bus? Go to #2) -> Find the streetlamp on John St, just south of 28th Ave
  • OR

  • Give up on the stupid bus and start walking! Go to #3) -> Head down Watson St to corner of 26th Ave.
Wait a sec, that's not an Active Fiction story node... it's instructions on keeping a city-planted tree watered! You develop a hypersensitized sixth sense hunting for the story cards flapping on the boulevards, knowing only that a target card will be situated somewhere on a given block without knowing its nearest address or even which side of the street it'll be located on. More than once, with my Spider senses fully engaged, I caught story cards "in the wild", finding them while passing through before my story explorations had directed me to their particular location. (My collecting really cares nothing for sequence; after grabbing my photo, I'll scan my list of known locations and make a bee-line to the nearest one. I can read them later! How decidedly postmodern.)
Here I am, apparently having plotted a course for story node number three! But you will require Blade Runner skills to enhance and rotate the card enough to read its contents.
Outraged I am outraged at a story node that offers no branching, only redirection to a subsequent node. (Nice shirt, though!) But this does reveal some key players in this little story, the TRASH KINGS cadre of outlaw raccoons whose sinister plots (I love the revelation in node 14!) impact everyone living in the area.
The story optionally leads readers to the cemetery again (the protagonist goes in; the active readers enjoy the account from a respectful distance). This isn't a story node (more's the pity -- what a story you could make of it!), I just appreciated the humour on the graveyard signage.


I completed my collection, checking off my final missing node, number 11, after enjoying its spectacular approach. Here you can see the messy process by which a neurotic approaches this completionistic exercise with rigor, a complete log of story node numbers, locations, and accounts of which nodes they lead to. This page contains everything needed to make a story map without anything actually in the story. Sorry, the story is lovely and this is all just sausage-making, but I felt it was curious enough to share.

And that's a wrap for Active Fiction story #3, with hopefully many more to come following their call for submissions a few months ago. The time seems to be ripe for people to leave their houses and bodily engage with hyperfiction: Brett Joliffe has been running a series of "Choose Your Own Adventure" nights at the Astoria Pub, spicing up a monthly night at the bar with games, stories and a nostalgic theme. As having kids has made me instantly decrepit, I haven't made it out to one of them yet, but I'm looking forward to conducting some reconnaissance and reporting back to you, my long-ignored hypothetical readers. That's all for now, so be well and choose on!

Thursday, May 7, 2015

but what have I turned to recently?

So, it's been a while, faithful old gamebook / hyperfiction blog. Did I convert all the branching narratives?
Looking forward to crossing that one off my list, but we're not there yet.

Not quite. Have I reported on all the new works? Not even close. Life got complicated, free time took a hit and I had to withdraw to a core two primary blogs, leaving my extended projects, including this one, somewhat dangling in the breeze. But I'd noticed that the traffic here had remained constant and continual at a low level (albeit one exceeding that of my more active projects), so I might be well-advised to toss it a bone. (I know that the majority of the traffic is one person stumbling across the blog weekly, then lawn-mowing one game down to the ground with a thousand clicks, but humour me. Unlike my other most popular blogging project, at least I know here my traffic isn't misreported Google Image Search plunderers availing themselves of my goodies without ever appreciating my exhaustive commentary!)

I kept finding excellent candidates for the time- and labour-intensive process of hypertext HTML conversion, and when I followed due diligence and successfully made contact with the creators for permission and blessing, they kept opting out. Really? You want your text to maintain its mute integrity inside its PDF fortress? (I suppose that is the selling point of the PDF format.) You want your story to live out its lifespan on laminated sheets of letter paper for three weeks, then disappear forever? Turns out -- that is what they wanted. Go figure. (One renowned author, upon seeing what I had done with a colleague's work, pre-emptively forbade me explicitly from giving the same treatment to his works.) Then the last straw was finding old works I'd been intermittently converting in spare moments over the weeks, months and years being picked back up by their authors and converted just like I'm doing, only better-done and with the official authorial imprimatur. Good on them for doing my work for me! But it takes the wind out of my sails and leave me twiddling my thumbs a bit, to be fair. All well, I have many other matters to attend to anyhow!

Perhaps unsurprisingly, these matters include playing games. A curious consequence of the way my time is spent now that I've achieved full-time employment is that nearly all of my discretionary computing time is on mobile devices rather than keyboard-equipped machines. Consequently (because pounding out phone books with your thumbs and autocorrect is madness), blogging and creative projects diminish dramatically. But on the plus side, I've had an opportunity to acquaint myself with some of the new titans of what I consider to be my field. In short, since it washed up in a recent Humble Mobile Sale, I've had a great time whiling away quite a number of minutes trying to laboriously crack the remote nuts of obscured bonus content from Inkle's award-winning 80 Days, a steampunk take on the Jules Verne classic.

The first thing I had to do upon resolving my first, unsuccessful attempt to circumnavigate the globe in the allotted time limit (confounded Hong Kong opium den!) was to fire it up again and try a different route. Within a week I had logged a couple of dozen replays -- no small beans feat given the substantial end-to-end time it takes to achieve a playthrough -- exploring alternate avenues and subplots like the Polar expedition and the mid-Atlantic murder mystery. It had never even occurred to me that the Gastown that would periodically come up within game conversations was my own local historical boomtown (maybe we can get Barkerville in some future expanseion?) and I will not be satisfied until I can figure out how to log an appearance there along my intercontinental voyages and ask Gassy Jack about his historical steam clock. This is an amazing triumph for Jon Ingold of Inkle Studios, a longtime interactive fiction creator who'd long suspected there was untapped potential in choice-based narratives in his earlier public CYOA engines Adventure Book and (far more recently) Inklewriter, as well as his own games The Intercept (a bit of Turing-inspired suspense) and A Colder Light (a rhapsody on colonization and progress), plus groundbreaking work adapting and vastly expanding Steve Jackson's Sorcery! gamebooks (part 3, one of my very first childhood gamebook experiences, recently released!)

(But in throwing Jon's complete cv at you, don't let me completely obfuscate the essential contributions of 80 Days' main writer, Meg Jayanth! The game's elegant and seamless structure was a beautiful vessel, and she tirelessly filled it with amazing content.)

The problem with these deep games which will only give up 10% of their content in a given playthrough is that if you're enjoying them, you have to keep playing over and over again to tease out more of the hidden goodies! At least with a canvas the size of the globe, there are many entirely discrete avenues; I've also been catching up on some recent offerings from Choice of Games, which are more about running different kinds of characters through the same series of plot beats and appreciating the different shades everything is coloured with. Up to a point, I slavishly covered every permutation of every Choice of Games title; then, two opposite things happened: my free time plummeted dramatically, and their rate of game release skyrocketed. This means that I'm quite behind -- and yet, these things can't just be ploughed through as they must be visited and revisited to coax out the tweaks and twists! But eventually a jaded game critic can blitz through a well-thumbed COG title on autopilot, sensitive only to extraordinary differences standing out.

It's just been too long for me to report on the unique (well, shades of the MIB film franchise) Yeti Parole Officer and Neighbourhood Necromancer before it to give a fair report on them, but it's a moot point as they've been wildly overshadowed by more recent successes. Choice of Robots has emerged as a bona fide Steam hit, with people posting drawings from their playthroughs on Tumblr, and I haven't had opportunity to play it enough times to have much insight to add about it (fatal error on my part -- buying a desktop copy rather than a mobile one... though wouldn't it be nice if games could be buy-once, play-anywhere?) -- but fortunately, it needs none, its happy accident success clearing the way for further Choice of Games appearances in the Steam store.

I came in to The Hero of Kendrickstone prepared to dislike it: an apparently generic high fantasy setting, a ridiculous placename, and by a local author whose previous workmanlike titles, Sabres of Infinity and Mecha Ace, belied a consummate command over a genre -- cinematic militarism -- that wasn't really to my taste. Even after the first couple of playthroughs I wasn't sure what to think of it until I was struck over the head by the realization that here was a spiritual successor to my beloved Quest For Glory series, the stand-out from Sierra's punishing line of Quest adventure games. As in those, here is a scenario concerning a developing hero, free to pursue class specialization but never confined to class-appropriate approaches for solving puzzles. Naturally there is less arcade action and a lower emphasis on inventory puzzles, plus the pun ratio is way down, but the inheritance of the QFG legacy regardless seems clear, in retrospect, and that's a good thing.

Choice of the Petal Throne, conversely, is like nothing else out there, based on M.A.R. Barker's Tékumel -- a disorienting blend of Pre-Colombian Mesoamerica and South Asia. This title went through three shades of vaporware development hell, placing 3rd in 2011's IntroComp and then... falling off the map for four years. Though the campaign setting is contemporary to Tolkien's Middle-Earth, its world is considerably fresher, doubtless due to its not having been run into the ground for some 75 years. Sometimes the variety spice can feel a bit overliberally-applied, baffling readers with the "Call a rabbit a smeerp" factor -- once in a while you hit a page that just doesn't make any sense, but you keep a stiff upper lip and plough on through and eventually things make sense again. The main problem here is similar to other COG games and the first superhero movie of every trilogy: so much time and effort is invested into the early-game character-development (COG actually weighs the impacts of choices differently depending on where in the story they occur!) that by the time you're up to speed, playing the "you" that you've built and defined, it can feel that there's not a heck of a lot of story remaining in the game -- a couple of teaser episodes, then it's ta ta. (Now imagine if all the COG games, instead of unanimously suffering this problem, all built on each other with one epic mega serialized story? Admittedly it's impossible for many reasons, their only fully-successful serial work being the Choice of Romance trilogy -- half points for story extensions in Zombie Exodus -- but more to the point, these games are all explorations into different genres. If I think Tékumel is confusing, that's nothing compared to my SF adventure turning into a murder mystery, which leads into a Western and a samurai tale. If genre-hopping is baked into the premise, then it can be fun, but it's not, so this is a fruitless line of pontification. Next, then!)

Their most recent title (and let's see if I can get this post published while that's still the case!) is Hollywood Visionary, a refreshing departure from Aaron Reed of Blue Lacuna fame (and more recently of such weighty pieces as Ice-Bound (in progress) and maybe make some change aka "maybe i'm the bad guy".) Here he gets to take a break and have some fun, interposing a gentle Game Dev Story style film studio simulation with playful Pleasantville '50s tropes, all against a backdrop of a McCarthyist witch hunt. Plus Reed throws in an unforgettable zany Orson Welles cameo that taps into his madcap Gourmet mode that you thought you'd never see again! The game is quite linear -- all players proceed through the same nodes at the same pace, with the in-game player-responsiveness limited to (admittedly extensive) set dressing and Morton's Forks which hint at further, unexplored possibilities beyond the scope of this game. All the same, as Daft Punk would say: it's good fun.

Though COG's mouthpiece is hooked up directly to my ear, as noted I've been missing out on all kinds of amazing games they've been putting out -- Psy High and Thieves' Gambit for instance -- which I may need to give big, juicy belated reviews to. And what's more, there have been a bevy of their hosted games that flew right under my radar despite being exactly the sort of thing I'm always keeping my eyes open for: a Lovecraft horror game by the author of Tin Star? (You know: Tin Star, the best Western genre game ever made, currently undergoing a Steam Greenlight campaign?) They made a game about the Spanish Civil War and I didn't find out about it until how long? That was a shock like first hearing about Ready Player One, a book which was custom-written for me with a laser-like precision, by finding it in my mailbox one morning years after its publication date. Basically: Choice of Games has gotten so big (well over a year ago I initiated interview proceedings with them by making the observation that they had at that point published more adventure games than Infocom ever did!) that the titans in the catalogue are overshadowing the very existence of a mass quantity of perfectly serviceable games (plus Tin Star, in my estimation the greatest work yet written in ChoiceScript) thriving in the undergrowth beneath its canopy. It's, uh, a rich ecosystem.

Then there's the elephant in the room: Tin Man Games held a Humble Sale, and though I had some time ago bought their Gamebook Adventures titles on sale in the Apple Store, our iOS devices conked out not long after and I suffered the sting of having bought still-maintained games and being unable to play or review them. Their segue into inheritors of the Fighting Fantasy legacy seemed almost inevitable, also ingratiating them to me in their commitment to converting more gamebook titles beyond the same three or four which had been covered over and over again. (I have a soft spot for FF gamebooks; looking back at them, the soft spot must be located in my skull, since the games are brutal and their difficulty is largely derived from factors which are external to fun gameplay. But we don't get to choose our nostalgia, we just look back fondly on whatever we're dealt.)

Fighting Fantasy is not the only license they've picked up; there are other classic franchises under their roof but the elephant in question is not The Warlock Of Firetop Mountain, but rather Hamlet... which is to say, its choose-your-own-adventure adaptation by Ryan "Dinosaur Comics" North, the man who Kickstarted a half-million dollars to turn Shakespeare's play into a gamebook entitled To Be, Or Not To Be.

It's an odd duck. There is good work here -- clever, postmodern (surely everything pomo is good, right?) and even occasionally important, as in the investigation of the awesome, modern life Ophelia might have enjoyed if she had not allowed herself to get sucked into Hamlet's consistently making the worst choice possible. But to get there, you have to penetrate a dense layer of self-indulgence (just how critical is a Hamlet version of Will Smith's theme to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air?) and accessibility. I know, that last bit will sound contradictory, but let me unpack a bit: the game desperately wants to be your friend, but at the same point, like an adult trying to be hip and jive teenagers in their own savvy lingo, the effect is kind of repellent. For an unsophisticated hyperfiction -- following the Choose Your Own Adventure model rather than a gamebook system of state tracking -- it does well, even providing skully signposting allowing readers to play along with the version of the plot Shakespeare foolishly (if dramatically) opted to present. Every ending has an illustration, but anyone serious about lawnmowing the game (which rewards the patient with substantial isolated story sections) will avoid filling their illustration gallery because achieving the pictures interferes with the game's rewind function, checkpoints being located so far back as to be unuseful. In conclusion: it's epic and awesome, but perhaps better served in 10-minute read/play sessions over a week than over hours of frenzied reading and re-reading over a couple of feverish evenings. There's a reason Dinosaur Comics is so much more appealing in a 6-panel format rather than a 600-panel one.

And of course, I just had another article published in the latest issue of SPAG, hot off the presses! I cover the most "recent" regular topic here in this blog, The Active Fiction Project -- choose your own adventure printed on laminated cards on city sidewalks, for those just now tuning in.

And there you have it. Why write one review a month when I can store them up and write 12 reviews, once a year? I figure that this site is probably better served maintaining its earlier character and remaining primarily as a preserve for the games hosted here; I have plenty of reviews I could write (I maintain an off-site collection of literally hundreds of children's gamebooks and solitaire adventures) but if I do go down that route (hopefully, because really, what else am I going to do with them all?) I probably will lift up stakes and resettle at the site name we came up with when the CRPG Addict was discussing New World Computing's CRPG adaptation of Flying Buffalo's Tunnels & Trolls tabletop RPG (expansively packed with content from its numerous solitaire adventures): The CYOA Addict.

But even that is probably off the table until my kids are old enough to read the books with me and weigh in, so I'll see you there in a few years (don't worry, at this pace that will probably be measured out in four or five posts here 8)

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Active Fiction returns, now, on the other side of Main Street!

Back in May I reported (with perhaps a regrettable degree of detail) the exciting activities of The Action Fiction Project -- an exciting venture loosely affiliated somehow with the Vancouver Public Space Network (an organization that has brought me into other good times not related to the subject of this blog). In short, they commission neighbourhood-themed works of simple CYOA-style hyperfiction, with story nodes staggered throughout a part of town, urging adventurers to walk around to this intersection or that, looking for laminated cards on which the next portion of the story is printed. It's a great idea -- basically a low-tech ARG -- and one which shows great growth potential if piggybacked on to GPS or podcast technology. But for the time being, we're going low-fi -- for a hyperfiction experiment going live during the death of longtime Choose Your Own Adventure publisher and proponent R.A. Montgomery, simple seems a fitting homage.

These story nodes have been up for a couple of weeks now, and as the installation is time-limited, I don't know for how much longer they're going to remain accessible by the public. I have of course documented them for my private purposes, but you may be running out of opportunities to play the game in the field, as it was intended -- so if this interests you in the slightest, run, don't walk, to the SE corner of Main & 28th Avenue in Vancouver, BC. (I know, the weather isn't cooperating much. I had good luck during my three photo sessions.) Curiously, both instalments of the series to date have revolved around the Main & 25th area (a structural note: both also 20 sections long), but perhaps future episodes will venture further afield: start from the centre and work your way out!

Well, here I am. Oh, isn't that artwork curious! And -- hey, I say, what's that sign in the ground?

In Search of Little Mountain
by Sarah Higgins

Oh man. You should've paid better attention to the directions your friend game, you know how you are with getting lost. But you caught the curiosity in her voice -- Don't you wanna find this little mountain that's such a big deal - whole neighbourhood's named after it. It's a good point. So here you are, tiny map on a Post-It in your pocket. She said start at the cemetery, but you got off the bus too early and here you are [on] a street corner instead. As you wonder where to go, a bus passes...


Read more? Go to #2 -> Corner of John St & 28th

This must be the place!

OK, well, here we go!

OK, this looks promising... oh, in fact, looking a little closer reveals the next story node actually attached to the street sign's pole! I hope this junction offers an actual choice and not a fake-out like that last segment... a pity it's a little too far away to read while installed on this cozy little bench!

Ahh, "the calm of the cemetery". Either way, it hangs over us.

Those really are funereal cypresses in the Mountainview cemetery. This bit of frivolity about exploring near graveyards actually is set up just outside the cemetery grounds. In respect -- not for the deceased, but for the author, now that we've finally arrived at a choice junction, I'm going to lay off on documenting the contents of the story nodes, instead providing a little photo essay summarizing my pursuit of the rest of the story threads.

Found it! But it's very hard to read from this position.

Nobody said that playing this game through to 100% completion would be easy! There are real geographical risks and hazards in effect here!

The final story thread leads me to this unassuming neighbourhood business for its conclusion (a "best ending"?) -- but wait, what's that in the window?

A game well played! Hats off, Active Fiction Project! Now that I've learned it wasn't just a one-off, here's looking forward to the next one!

Humorously, this is what my smartphone tells me while auditing my pile of photos from the hunt. Google, I don't need your help to turn these photos into beautiful, interactive stories -- that's already what they're about!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

The Spare Set

Yes, yes, my friends, this blog has been a ghost town for quite a while now. I made a few steps forward but they were countered by steps back. On the technical side, my text editor's search-and-replace function stopped behaving reliably, which was a critical failure for my peculiar habit of hand-seeding hundreds of hyperlinks into existing texts. (Speaking of which, a recent chat with a friend who thinks this CYOA hobby of mine is cool but doesn't really understand it led to an idea of building bridges between texts describing the same historical situations but from different perspectives -- taking eg. A Tale Of Two Cities, Les Miserables, and Marat / Sade, and inserting choices within them allowing readers to continue their French Revolutionary reading from a related but totally removed new perspective. Very postmodern. I proposed a similar "megamix" approach to literature years earlier to a different friend, mashing up eg. The Last Temptation of Christ with the Biblical parts of the Master and Margarita, or making the WWII epic to end all epics by interlinking Gravity's Rainbow, Catch-22 and Slaughterhouse 5. But I digress.) New text editor, Notepad++, is now working much better than Editpad Lite did. The main problem is just one of free time: now that I'm working full-time in the daytime rather than part-time over graveyard shift, I'm spending both more hours at the worksite and a higher proportion of those hours engaged in ... work. (There's not always a full shift of tasks for overnighters, but think of late-night emergency workers as one would firemen hanging out near the pole in the firehall: they're not necessarily there to stop fires so much as to be available to stop whatever fires may arise on their watch. They are there to safeguard against a potentiality that periodically manifests and realises itself. But I digress.)

Then there are my toddler's molars. There are only so many minutes in the day and the number remaining after we take the necessary deductions from the time bank for work and handling a curious and energetic tot are slim and meagre -- and much still remains to be done in the sliver of daily time available. Cooking, cleaning, laundering, dog-walking. (And if you ask my partner, she will concede that sometimes I even do some of it!) I am my own worst enemy here, however, since I keep the burner on beneath several concurrent projects, consigning them all to a glacial pace. There's my video game ad blog, my band, and right now I'm grappling with a twofold challenge to assemble a 20th anniversary artpack release from members of my circa 1994 BBS-scene computer art group -- and to mount a retrospective exhibition of electronic art from that period in a gallery context. There are hundreds of sub-tasks with deadlines associated for any one of those distractions, but instead I find myself here at my hyperfiction blog. Why? I found a winner I need to share.

Interactive fiction to me were always text adventure games, >GET LAMP style with the parser. I knew for years I wanted to make them (actually in my teens, with help from said computer art compatriots, I did release two of them), and recently I brought about a much more modern effort into the world, a one-move text parser game with many endings, made for the song-themed ShuffleComp. I announced it and it sank like a rock: this is the oldest and most primeval of IF styles, but in this cultural ecosphere they're a bit like frogs: keeping on, but consigned to a niche of a niche. But when I crow about Choice of Games MCGs (multiple choice games, though they have moved past that descriptor), the signal gets amplified. When I found this Twine hyperfiction piece and Tweeted about it, numerous folks picked up the torch and carried it.

It's called The Spare Set, produced by a homelessness charity in the UK called "Shelter" and based on interviews with their clients. The gameplay premise is ingenious, returning the player to a particularly memorable moment in time where they were looking all over their house, alone, for some missing goods. What the player uncovers is, of course, a lifetime of memories and anecdotes, plus ominous foreshadowing (in the form of a letter from the bank announcing the increase of the mortgage rate by 2%). It's, in my estimation, a hugely successful portrayal of a middle-class family, spouse and kids, in their gradual descent from mortgage-paying homeowners into car-dwelling indigents. It helps to put a face on the homeless, and what that face shows is that these people are just like us, but for circumstance. It's hardly "fun", but it's important, and in my estimation it's quite effective, thus I recommend everyone try it out.

For reasons that are difficult to explain, portrayal of homelessness in video games is an old preoccupation of mine from way back, and this is a nice jewel in that dubious crown.

Monday, May 26, 2014

more about the Active Fiction Project

So here we are. At last report, I had ventured out into the darkness the first night I heard about this project to go and check out the story nodes, returning with a handful of blurry cameraphone pics and some story fragments. Knowing that this work was not only constrained in space -- preventing most of you readers from ever experiencing it at all -- but also in time, I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot and deputized an old friend, storygame enthusiast Daniel Wood, to go forth on my behalf and document the heck out of this work. One weekend later, every passage had been photographed (only the first is one of my nighttime shots, the rest by M. Wood) and now, these photos are the only way of experiencing the work now that the public installation of the laminated cards has been rolled back. (On the plus side, consolidating the pictures here is also a streamlined way of experiencing the story without having to tromp all over Hell's half-acre and back through Riley Park, though it might be argued that doing so was kind of the point of such a geo-centric piece.)

It has all now been converted for your enjoyment. I'm waiting to hear back from its author, talented UBC creative writer Nicole Boyce, but have boldly gone forth to share the piece in confidence that putting it out in public was really what it was about all along. (Besides, putting one of these up in my hometown is somewhat of a bold provocation. How was I supposed to not document it?)

Here you can see a story passage, number 13, hiding on the right centre of a community bulletin board. The story is a brief 20-passage affair with two main forks allowing readers to switch streams -- I believe it may even be possible to juggle them off of each other indefinitely, for a perpetual loop story presumably unintended by the author. A node map analysis may follow, but really it's concise enough to wrap your head around its structure just reading through. I didn't see this during my nighttime photo expedition, but you may note some stickers on the backs of the story placards shining reversed text through -- they are inviting random pedestrians who don't understand what they have just encountered to go to node #1 and start the story from the beginning.

[June 8: It has all been photographically documented for my own personal enjoyment! But, regrettably, in order to preserve the author's ability to later sell rights of first publication to a literary journal, you will not be seeing the full text of the piece here until such time as rights to subsequent republication can be arranged.]