The House Always Wins (04/09/08)
I’ve been going through Guitar Hero World Tour, on the single player campaigns, because for some reason I’ve become obsessed with unlocking some cowboy boots with spurs on that I saw an AI band member wearing. Not sure why they particularly grabbed my attention, but there you go.
Anyway, there are two things irking me really badly about the single player campaigns:
Last Argument Of Kings by Joe Abercrombie.
Washington Square Serenade by Steve Earle.
Guitar Hero: World Tour.
The Searchers.
Working at Ninja Theory!
This is the second story I wrote in my 'one a day' week during my time in London. See Looking East for the first one.
READING THE BOOK
Finally, the Book was mine. After so long: after years of waiting, planning, investigating. Thousands of pounds spent. Romantic and platonic relationships ruined. After thefts, threats, violence, deception, and after committing crimes too heinous to recount, finally I held the Book in trembling hands.
It was huge and heavy. Quarto format and approximately one thousand pages thick. The cover was leather of some sort. Crudely cured and even more crudely bound to the Book, it had split in several places and been inexpertly stitched back together. Whatever colour it had originally been was now impossible to tell. Currently it was a dirty brown, covered in darker stains, pinhole burns and tiny bleached pits. The title, if the cover had ever shown it, was now no longer visible. That, however, was immaterial, as anyone who would desire to read the Book already knew its name. It was the Libris Necrodei: The Library of the Dead God, and now it and the forbidden knowledge it contained were mine.
AsterClone is finished! As far as I can be bothered, anyway. But I'm having trouble packaging it into a windows executable file.
A puny 13 inches