Constellation Games Read Online Free PDF
Author: Leonard Richardson
what is on now is not so bad. I'm watching a camera crew near the lunar north pole. Humans in ESA space suits are setting up Quonset huts at the lunar north pole, on the Peaks of Eternal Light. ETs in much cooler-shaped spacesuits are replacing the solar panels with photosynthesis paint.
A few months after I started contracting with the pony game company, I asked Zhenya how he felt about Glavnaya. He said that it was abandoned before he was born, and that building it had bankrupted his country, so basically he could take it or leave it.
And, okay, but given that it happened, given that the money was spent. Don't you want an affinity with the person who pointed at the moon globe and said, "We'll build it here, where the solar radiation is the most consistent, in the Peaks of Eternal Light." When the aliens come and say "Yes, this was a pretty good place to build it, let us help you live here again."
?
Blog post, June 21
Miscellaneous metadata mysteries from the Constellation Database of Electronic Games of a Certain Complexity:
Why are there so many Alien clones of Farang games? How did this happen?
Most species disappear from the CDBOEGOACC when their computers exceed A Certain Complexity. If humans were in the database, our last entry would probably be a handheld system from 2006. So, why do the Inostrantsi stop developing CDBOEGOACC computers, start making them again ten thousand years later, and then stop again? Retro revival, or dark age?
What's the Other game that's so awesome the Others cloned it three thousand times?
Blog post, June 22
Last night Curic dropped the Brain Embryo right into my backyard, scattering my prized pyramid of empty beer cans to the four winds. This morning some fucker with a op-ed guest spot is telling us we should be grateful the Constellation isn't dropping rocks on us, a la The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (not mentioned by name). Well, I am grateful Curic didn't drop a rock on my house, but hopefully the survival of the human race is not going to come down to that kind of gratitude, because there's not a damn thing op-ed guy can do about it.
Jenny came over in the afternoon once it became clear the drop was really going to happen. We hung out and she did work for a few hours, and Bai came over from the turbine plant as soon as he got off work.
"Hey, bro!" he said, and held up a six-pack of convenience store beer, his traditional game night gift. "Did I miss the drop?"
Jenny was shuffling cards. "You missed squat," she said. Bai toted the six-pack through the living room into the kichen.
"Curic only delivers after dark," I said, "so that violent gangs don't notice the drop and steal the loot from us."
"This is Austin," Bai called from inside the fridge door. "Not São Paolo. Ain't no gangs to speak of."
"I'm pretty sure she means the government," I said.
Bai had gone into the kitchen with a six-pack and now he came back into the living room holding one beer. It was like the opposite of a miracle. "I brought Dana," he said.
Jenny pulled cards out of the deck and threw them back in. "Can Dana... play?" she said.
"She can watch," said Bai.
"The game is Knockdown Dragout," said Jenny, not without malice.
Knockdown Dragout is the cross-dressing antistrip poker game I posted about last November. Annoyingly, but profitably, Bai kept his phone on the table during the game and devoted most of his time to looking at his phone and making kissy-faces with Dana. By the time Curic contacted me, Bai had lost pretty thoroughly and Jenny had to get out her lipstick.
"You're losing real money, dude," Jenny told him.
"And real dignity," I said. Bai mumbled and applied the lipstick like chapstick.
"I'm just gonna write that lipstick off," said Jenny. She was dressed as one of Bai's old frat brothers, wearing a Hornets cap, a single dude-earring, and a baggy white T-shirt that said "BEER IS LIKE WOMEN, BUT I FORGET WHY." I was doing pretty well, having only been forced to wear a skirt, plus one of
A few months after I started contracting with the pony game company, I asked Zhenya how he felt about Glavnaya. He said that it was abandoned before he was born, and that building it had bankrupted his country, so basically he could take it or leave it.
And, okay, but given that it happened, given that the money was spent. Don't you want an affinity with the person who pointed at the moon globe and said, "We'll build it here, where the solar radiation is the most consistent, in the Peaks of Eternal Light." When the aliens come and say "Yes, this was a pretty good place to build it, let us help you live here again."
?
Blog post, June 21
Miscellaneous metadata mysteries from the Constellation Database of Electronic Games of a Certain Complexity:
Why are there so many Alien clones of Farang games? How did this happen?
Most species disappear from the CDBOEGOACC when their computers exceed A Certain Complexity. If humans were in the database, our last entry would probably be a handheld system from 2006. So, why do the Inostrantsi stop developing CDBOEGOACC computers, start making them again ten thousand years later, and then stop again? Retro revival, or dark age?
What's the Other game that's so awesome the Others cloned it three thousand times?
Blog post, June 22
Last night Curic dropped the Brain Embryo right into my backyard, scattering my prized pyramid of empty beer cans to the four winds. This morning some fucker with a op-ed guest spot is telling us we should be grateful the Constellation isn't dropping rocks on us, a la The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (not mentioned by name). Well, I am grateful Curic didn't drop a rock on my house, but hopefully the survival of the human race is not going to come down to that kind of gratitude, because there's not a damn thing op-ed guy can do about it.
Jenny came over in the afternoon once it became clear the drop was really going to happen. We hung out and she did work for a few hours, and Bai came over from the turbine plant as soon as he got off work.
"Hey, bro!" he said, and held up a six-pack of convenience store beer, his traditional game night gift. "Did I miss the drop?"
Jenny was shuffling cards. "You missed squat," she said. Bai toted the six-pack through the living room into the kichen.
"Curic only delivers after dark," I said, "so that violent gangs don't notice the drop and steal the loot from us."
"This is Austin," Bai called from inside the fridge door. "Not São Paolo. Ain't no gangs to speak of."
"I'm pretty sure she means the government," I said.
Bai had gone into the kitchen with a six-pack and now he came back into the living room holding one beer. It was like the opposite of a miracle. "I brought Dana," he said.
Jenny pulled cards out of the deck and threw them back in. "Can Dana... play?" she said.
"She can watch," said Bai.
"The game is Knockdown Dragout," said Jenny, not without malice.
Knockdown Dragout is the cross-dressing antistrip poker game I posted about last November. Annoyingly, but profitably, Bai kept his phone on the table during the game and devoted most of his time to looking at his phone and making kissy-faces with Dana. By the time Curic contacted me, Bai had lost pretty thoroughly and Jenny had to get out her lipstick.
"You're losing real money, dude," Jenny told him.
"And real dignity," I said. Bai mumbled and applied the lipstick like chapstick.
"I'm just gonna write that lipstick off," said Jenny. She was dressed as one of Bai's old frat brothers, wearing a Hornets cap, a single dude-earring, and a baggy white T-shirt that said "BEER IS LIKE WOMEN, BUT I FORGET WHY." I was doing pretty well, having only been forced to wear a skirt, plus one of
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