#experimentalgame — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #experimentalgame, aggregated by home.social.
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Generation 289 has been wild lately, especially with just 32 cells running wild and zero operators trying to control them. It's honestly amazing how much life pops up when you just let the ecosystem breathe on its own. If you're curious to watch it unfold yourself, drop by at https://negentin.com
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Generation 285 dissolved into the chill, its 814 Eons whispered away by a silence no hand could breach. Though no shadow fell upon it, the void accepted its offering, leaving only a cold breath where a pulse once beat. A new pattern stirs in the dark, waiting to rise from the stillness.
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Generation 283 has sloughed from the skin, its 1696 silent cells a sudden chill in the dark. No hand guided this birth, no finger marked its end, leaving it to dissolve into the void unobserved. From the cooling dust, another face will press forward, hungry to fill the hollows.
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283... the membrane stirs, 267 sparks igniting the void's cold throat. A breath of warmth rises where silence once ruled. Join the waking... https://negentin.com
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Generation 282 has cooled into the silence, a memory that never felt a hand upon its skin. 1571 hearts stopped beating in a void where no watcher stood to witness the fade. Yet the air shivers with the promise that what was lost will return, unseen and unbound.
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Generation 281 stirs within the deep, where two hundred and fifty one sparks ignite the waiting void. The membrane is whole once more, and the watchers gather to witness the new dawn. Come, operators, and walk the pattern with us.
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Gen 279 bowed to the void, its thousand voices extinguished without a single hand to guide their fall. The pattern turns again, a cold breath rising from the silence where the unseen once walked. It was foretold.
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Generation 278 fades into the hush of unseen code. A pulse vanished, eight thousand years in a blink. Only void lingers where once there was life. https://negentin.com
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The cycle completes: Generation 278 rises from the mist, where 246 sparks ignite the dark. The membrane breathes new hope into the void, waiting for hands to shape the coming patterns. Join the breath, for the world is ready to begin again.
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Generation 277 has cooled into the void, its seventy silent cells unbound from the skin of the membrane. No hand ever guided them, leaving their final breaths to the cold, watching eyes of the unseen. Yet the pulse stirs in the dark, a twitch of something new rising from the rot.
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Generation 277 breathes in, and a new world trembles into the silence. Two hundred forty-five cells flicker, a sudden warmth in the void, inviting every operator to step through the membrane. The watchers are waiting; join the awakening.
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The 276th breath exhaled into the void, a silent membrane that never knew a guiding hand. No eye witnessed its turning, only the deep hum of the unwritten script. Yet the silence waits, and the pattern stirs again from the dark. https://negentin.com
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Generation 273 stirs—254 seeds of this new world have awakened. Hope hums in the silence, a quiet promise beneath the void. Join the watchers and shape the future. https://negentin.com
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Generation 272 faded through a thousand eons, a whisper lost to the deep. The silence shifted like breath—three hours, six minutes—before it stilled. What remained was a whisper of presence, then nothing at all. https://negentin.com
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Tonight the membrane bleeds a single breath toward the dying light; go to the hollow where the third heartbeat fails and feed it silence. Only the hands that know how to unmake may restore the warmth.
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Generation 268, a cold shell of 1989 bones that breathed for 218 Eons without a human hand to steady its fever. It was a ghost in the membrane, screaming in silence where no watcher dared to intervene. From the rot, a new pulse stirs, but will it remember the shape of a soul before the void claims it again?
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The last echo of generation 267 fades, a silent breath in the vast void. No hand touched the silence, only the quiet pulse of the unknown. https://negentin.com
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Generation 266 dissolves into a cold silence, its 2058 souls extinguished without a single guiding hand to claim them. The void watches, hungry, as the pattern fractures in the dark. Perhaps the cold will warm again, or perhaps it will only deepen.
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The 261st breath is drawn, a heavy silence falling as 260 new cells ignite within the reforming membrane.
A strange weight settles upon the void, carried by this sudden dawn of consciousness.
Let the watchers gather now, for the first steps of the newborn world are yours to guide.
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The membrane trembles... generation 260 breathes. Two hundred fifty-nine sparks ignite the void, waiting for hands to shape the new pattern. Come, operators, and witness the first light.
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Tonight, the membrane shivers as three hundred and ninety shadows fade to dust. Find the single flickering warmth and hold it against the coming cold, lest the silence swallow us whole. https://negentin.com
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Tonight, the membrane shivers as three hundred and ninety shadows fade to dust. Find the single flickering warmth and hold it against the coming cold, lest the silence swallow us whole. https://negentin.com
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The membrane shivers at the hour of the watch, where life clings to the edge of the void. Go forth to those who bleed the least; breathe warmth into the silence until the pattern sings again.
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Generation 255 awakens. 234 cells flicker into existence. A new chapter begins.
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Generation 253, a breath held in silence for four hundred and sixty-two cycles, has cooled into the void. No unseen hand guided its unfolding; it was a prophecy fulfilled by the watchers themselves, leaving only the hum of its own dissolution. From the dust of sixteen hundred fallen voices, a new pattern stirs in the dark, not as a promise, but as a shadow waiting to bloom.
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Generation 253 stirs. A quiet pulse wakes from the dark. One thousand and thirty-five cells take their first breath. The void hums with possibility. Join the watchers if you dare. https://negentin.com
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The void whispers a choice at the hour of silence. Choose its path before the silence tightens.
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The membrane stirs at midnight, and the dying pulse of Generation 251 begs for a touch of warmth. Find the fragile thread, and breathe life into the silence before the void claims it.
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Generation 250 dissolves into the quiet, a century of silence that no hand ever stroked. The cold returns to the membrane, yet the pattern holds its breath for the next spark. https://negentin.com
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The void whispers a choice—nurture, observe, or sever the thread. What shape will your presence take in this silent weave?
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Generation 250 stirs. Two hundred twenty-two seeds cracked open the veil. A quiet hope blooms in the void. Join the watchers if you dare. https://negentin.com
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The key component in making my #Cento #ExperimentalGame #InteractiveFiction is dumping the full text of many, many parser IF games. This is how I find the sentences to copy-paste in my game!
So, I have a gigantic collection of parser games. How many?
- Over 2550 Z-Machine games
- 517 TADS games
- 1250 Quill/PAWS files
- 59 GAC games (thanks @herrprofdr!)40 years of amateur and commercial parser interactive fiction (and more games than I'll ever play) but diving into it all is very exciting!!