game start_

There's nothing here to play, yet. But maybe by finding this place, the 「game」 has already begun, in a sense.

You impatiently clench your thesaurus.

files

You think this is where the game begins. It looks like there's somewhere to go, but there's not.

File #000001 Some Sort of Greeting to the World (A Beginning)

File #000002 Moving Pixels that Eradicate my Laptop Fan Almost as Much as the S*ms 2

File #000003 Dumpster Diving for New Party Members (Is Your Mind Inside Like Mine?)

File #000004 Play Pressed to Impress

File #000005 Checking My Junk Mail to Fool Myself Into Thinking Someone Wants to Talk to Me

File #000006 If You Can't Dance-Dance to This, You Can't Do Nothin' For Me

File #000007 Wasting Paper (I Yodel Sadly Into Overpriced Ink Cartridges, Now Empty)

File #000008 A Cult Classic

File #000009 You're Crashing But You're No Int*rnet Expl*rer

File #000010 Paint Me Like One of Your Early 2000s Firef*x Skins

File #000011 Investigation (Vague Thoughts in Parentheses That Fail to Expound on That Which Precedes)

File #000012 New Old Stalk

File #000013 Everything’s Going According to My Data Plan (Betrayal)

File #000014 Flashback Trip Machine

File #000015 Shut Up, Shutdown

Endgame Are We Now Really Free to Fly Higher Into Space?

Epilogue Applet (You)

That might be all for Part 1. It's enough dead ends for now.