yeah, that's what's happening. Project Dualis now its own page in indieDB, where i can put updates, and which works as a base when the game is published on Desura. www.indiedb.com/games/project-…
It's already making me sort of excited.
Days of SnowDays of SnowDays of Snow by Desulishor
Yawn, just five more minutes... I said to myself. It was relatively early in the morning, (or so I thought) and so, sleeping for five more minutes shouldn't be that unreasonable, right? But then I happened to take a look at the clock on my room's wall, which was when I realized it... Huh, 10am? I guess I should wake up then. And so began the arduous battle that I must fight every morning, when I don't have a real reason to force myself up. I'd toss around in my bed, refusing to get up, and the longer this went on, the heavier my eyelids would get and the more powerless my limbs would grow... In a last effort, I forced myself to roll sideways, until I fell out of my bed. Seems stupid, I know, but on some days, it's all I can do. Still beats spending the whole day in bed, I suppose. Even if I had nothing special to accomplish, I'd still feel bad afterwards, if I just lazed around the entire day...
Get dressed, get some breakfast... Wait, could one really call it a breakfast
Somewhere in the middle of nowhereSomewhere in the middle of nowhereSomewhere in the middle of nowhere by Desulishor
"Fields, fields and still some more fields. Apart from the occasional country houses, that was pretty much all I could see."
"I wonder if this is was what people meant with the edge of the civilization, the vast unknown..."
"Well, that's obviously an exaggeration, but it was still true that this place was pretty far away from just about everything."
"I let out an empty sigh, kicking a nearby pebble forward, as I took another step." "Thinking back, just how had I ended up out here in the first place?"
"It was the beginning of summer, when it all started..."
"Well, that was only yesterday, so effectively it was still the beginning of summer."
"But that was of little importance right now. Either way, the story goes that my folks had somehow decided to send me on a summer visit to my grandparent's house..." "Actually, it's my father's grandparents, to be more accurate, but it's not like that matters either."
"So, returning to the current moment, I was wal