Category: story

The Death of Faience

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My friend held an estate at the border, distant and remote. In his letter he informed me of a means to enrich ourselves as we had before. Reading between the lines of course.

I went to him, I, Faience the knight, the darehander, agent of INNOCENT, loyal servant to the church and my lady whose saint day was not long past, the lady of the true heart. I have no memory of my passage. There was only the moment I held his letter, and the moment I arrived.

Evening bled across a courtyard of autumn leaves, renewing them like dried blood made fresh. His mansion was flooded with abundant carpet, a sign of his rising fortunes. As soon as I thought I had mapped the entrancing pattern, the textile presented a new corner of its maze. It seemed at once as uniform as the forest canopy, and as various. A sea of trees that becomes, on close inspection: rotting leaves, dung, spoor, mold, sun-smoked carcass, rat skulls in spiderwebs, all the uncomfortable debris of nature. Dried mucus. Hairs in carpet. I so detested filth. Was that my fateful juncture? The need to keep my silks white, my reputation without stain?

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bug newsletter: into the cancerverse

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We are preparing the game’s steam page…thrilling times. Meanwhile…

Vich drew girl cancer and boy cancer meeting, along with their respective blond women who torment them.

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✦ Morgellonic Zones: architectural horror vignettes, one starring Cancer. Part of the same series from past years but backrooms lovers may particularly enjoy…

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3D Cancer by Rosa D’Vorah! a historic leap for Cancer! who knows what other adventures we could get up to…

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Morgellonic Zones

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MORGELLONIC ZONES
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A shaft like a mundane hallway but rising up through the ceiling and there is a large room with carpet on every surface and it is far too large but no great ruin, such an ordinary room like a cheap house unfurnished it makes you dizzy as if you suddenly shrank down and were not only lost in this place but lost all scale of yourself and become microorganic.

The difficulty of scaling up and down the vertical hallway is also a source of dread. If anything should come from below that had been silently following. Or if anything should come from the dark corners of this far too vast room. For it is so large that it draws dark at each vertex, receding diamonds of black at the four corners of the floor and the four corners of the ceiling. There is an initial urge to explore, even if it seems empty. To see if there is something on the floor you missed, or even to fulfill the curiosity of the corners. But the naked openness of the room, while deceptively traversable to the eye, is not easy on the legs. It takes longer than you think to approach the corner, and the darkness grows slowly and awfully around you. You feel the stamina draining from your legs, and know to run on this carpet would be like running on sand. The corner is now much larger than it was from the center of the room. It rises above you like the mouth to a dusky canyon. You lose the reference point of the walls around it which were already at a disturbing scale and now in their absence are wronger still.

You step back toward the shaft. To assure yourself of the rope. You stare at the corner to make sure nothing comes from it. And another step. And another. There is a great feeling of pressure. Of being watched. Static electricity rises like a wind, and your feet sink into the carpet.

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junebug newsletter: night heels

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✦ Night IIIIIIIIII
a small thing

✦ Codex: Heels
an explanation of the skinsuit foot module

✦ GAME UPDATE
We are infusing its sensuous form with the final Visual Pictures (basically your eye will detect and convert sensory fire into a coherent yet unstable form and we trap it in this box) and then the last testing phase begins and then your greedy claws paws maws can gruesomely gamer grip it. Sounds fun huh…basically…we’re in the “final stretch” (said the hangman)

important ethical considerations such as drinking or not drinking the milk

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Night iiiiiiiiiii

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The rock wall near the two-level hotel we stayed in was a false wall. I don’t mean the rock climber walls where they enslave mountains and put them indoors covered in plague buboes and pimples and geometric pustules. I mean the wall behind the simple two-level structure on the hills near the national park. I would have said rustic but it was merely simple and merely near trees. This structure could have grown anywhere. If you know the dark corners and blind walls with no names outnumber the places with names, doesn’t it fill your head like sand. If you had to tell apart one dark hallway at night looking for water. If you were paralyzed at night and had to begin counting them.

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codex: heels

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QUESTION: What are the heels on INNOCENT skinsuits for?

✦ To stomp adversaries and rotten wood, break through doors and find items in boxes.

✦ It enhances the precision and discipline of your steps. 

✦ To grip the stirrups of mechanical armor. These high-powered machines have a morgellonic chasse and require a “firm way”, especially when ammunition is low and further confrontation becomes highly physical and “muddy”.

EXAMPLE: Vesp-class armor has a Misericorde, a reciprocating knife that wedges into cracks made in adversarial armor, useful for penetrating the enemy chevalier. Even if you can’t reach the pilot, applying a strong vibration to their cockpit could result in brain damage or even cerebral hemorrhage–if the cockpit’s protective membrane has been torn open. A cascade of seemingly minor or cosmetic blows can court felicity.

So really you see there is nothing laughable about the INNOCENT skinsuit, and this kind of talk is the result of unauthorized sects ignorant of the true way of thinking and prone to perverse beliefs. Not least of which is jealousy.

A second type is the foot glove, useful for much-directional traversal of wilderness or morgellonic districts.

There was a brief attempt at an INNOCENT “tactical sandal” but we don’t talk about that.

Despite all attempts at diplomacy, it is widely known that many encounters will inevitably be decided by “leg on leg” combat (from which we see the origin of the phrase, “brought to heel”). This is why martial dance must be practiced diligently to avoid unfortunate outcomes.

technical illustrations by draftsman 1st class Vich

Soring

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You know what soring is?

Yes? No? Hard to tell through that bit. It really does make you drool, huh?

Soring. Not like an angel. S O R I N G. Sounds like it hurts, doesn’t it? You might be right. But pain is just another thing on TV until it happens to you.

As a horse girl, I thought you might care a little more about, I dunno. This thing we love. But you were always the stuck up equestrian. Me, the acne disaster in glasses, guess I had more time for reading. Watching. Planning.

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march bugletter: game preview, rubicon, scars

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work continues at a tremendous pace on the Girl Cancer game, featuring some of Vich’s most stupendous, mind-boggling art ever!! (and music by lauren bousfield, rook, esper99…)

the Cancer Prize IP is one of gaming’s most iconic legacies and we at INNOCENT Interactive are thrilled to steward her into the next generation of gaming and safeguard her memory in the hearts of trillions of girls worldwide, as she takes on her biggest mystery yet…

our game has money so it doesn’t need a morality meter

attention!! we are now taking reader questions, so if you have a question about the game or xrafstar media, post in the comments and we may pick a few!

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In Skyrim

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I am the world champion of not killing myself. If you ever feel despair, say those words.

It’s been three days since I slept. I probably need a snack. Walking past impenetrable black ghost kitchens carved of obsidian. Acres of bought-out houses, coldly raptured under the overhauled night sky scabbed with nebulae. Even the self-driving cars seem to avoid me. After passing so many buildings that can’t be entered or interacted with, it triggers my condition. Snowdrops and peonies burst through the sidewalk, fuzzy purple Bugloss dope nodding in my periphery.

My brain damage and the entire political situation of the world and our universe can be explained by the fact that all people deep down inside have the genetic yearning to buy Skyrim multiple times, something which has been confirmed by all mainstream psychologists and psychological magazines and medical websites since then. It speaks at something larger within the human spirit that was seeking to erupt from capitalism, something good and perfect…

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Conditioning

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A lot of men hit on her, failing to understand what will happen. Some of them lose interest. Others freak out. But eventually she’s in a room with two of them who haven’t given up. Latched on like dogs. Two straight males in a back office of the facility. Lights off. The blinds slice evening across their bodies in sickly orange bars.

“So what? Are you going to make us fight?” And that is interesting, already; seeing which one tenses, and which one is prepared to do violence. She wonders if that dynamic will stay true.

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xrafstar merch splurch

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I made a Cancer character reference site! it is very shiny and cute and I put a lot of work into it…

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xrafstar killers game preview…

Trotula’s office features fully reflective floors and all the psychometric testing you could ask for…

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selling a limited run of INNOCENT stickers here, with delicious art by Vich.

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