Context-free Friday: athlete’s foot isn’t just for athletes

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 26th of August, 2016
'No, no,' Cuthbert said quickly, 'that's all taken care of. I mean - not that I had... It actually turned out to be athlete's foot. Funny story, apparently you can get it other places as well if you accidentally- anyway, no, that's not why I'm here.'

Cuthbert watched as the distinctive expression of a person who didn't think terribly highly of him to begin with shifted into a face of disgust. He was getting quite good at recognising it. (Though it was always easier when it was unbridled like that.)

He scratched at his nose.
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Context-free Friday: it’ll only get you killed…

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 12th of August, 2016
'I'm only going to get you killed,' Dave said, with a worrying amount of resignation in his tone. 'It's not a matter of if. It's when. And how,' he added gruffly. 'And how long you'll suffer for first.'

He took a thoughtful swig from his bottle.

'And how bad the suffering will be.'

Cuthbert's smile was beginning to waiver. 'Well. It can't be worse than hearing about it,' he suggested cheerfully.

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Context-free Friday: ain’t no party like a pity party because a pity party has sundaes. And mani pedis.

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 29th of July, 2016
'I've been looking but I can't see anything,' Cuthbert grumbled. 'Let's call it a day and treat ourselves to a pity party sundae.'

The other man didn't squeal, like Cuthbert had expected him to. In fact, he didn't react at all. He just stared. 'I need that lamp,' he intoned. His voice was low and gravelly, and he spoke slowly as if he was talking to a small, young, particularly stupid child. 'Fetch - me - that - lamp.'

'We could get maaani peeedis,' Cuthbert called in a singsong voice.

The other man didn't gush. Not even a little.
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Context-free Friday: dance to entrance…

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 22nd of July, 2016
'Do you do anything in a kitten heel?' Cuthbert asked, struggling to picture how fashionable cement shoes would really be. 'She needs to dance to entrance.'

The Fairy Godmother cocked an eyebrow. 'Now that is a euphemism I've never heard. What'd she do to warrant a whole new expression, rub some other guy's lamp?'

She held up a hand to stop his loud, stammering protests.

'Don't tell me, kid. I don't wanna know. No knowledge, no motive.'
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Thimbleweed Park: an extremely jammy playtest

M. J. Magee - Monday, the 18th of July, 2016

I’d like to write something about game development this week. Not my game’s development – why would I do that? – another game entirely: Thimbleweed Park.

For those of you who don’t know (hi Mum), Thimbleweed Park is a new game by the creative geniuses behind LucasArts’ Monkey Island and Maniac Mansion; for those of you who also don’t know what LucasArts’ Monkey Island and Maniac Mansion are… just… they’re good games, okay?…

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