T w e n t y S i d e d
Day 1: I think I might be getting sick. Maybe. Feel funny.
Day 2: Dang. I’m sick. Bah. This isn’t so bad. I can take it.
Day 3: This is it. I’m going to die. I’m going to be one of those guys who snuffs it before reaching middle age. I wonder what my funeral will be like?
Day 4: I lament that I was ever brought into this world, for it is now my lot to endure these dark horrors. Life is a vast and joyless expanse of misery and suffering without meaning or merit.
Day 5: I am infected to the very soul. Each breath is an ordeal. Each moment a punishment. My heart may continue to beat, but it does so against my will.
Day 6: I think I’m on the mend. Whew. That was nasty.
Day 7: You’re getting sick? Tough break. Well, suck it up. Don’t be such a baby.
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An ongoing series where I work on making a 2D action game from scratch.
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Would you have survived in the middle ages?
Heh.
Classic, classic Shamus.