Play A Hot Number
A creature wanders between two mirrors (a very bad place for a poet to be), and you must help it come up with an eight-line poem.
For best use: try the "Fullscreen" button in the lower right of game (looks like four arrows), and try headphones if you have them!
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by Lawra Clark, originally for LD33 game jam
all text based on things written by Zeke Virant that I had laying around
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I hope we meet soon
you're unfazed
I've spent my stint in the city
It's there forever
I need you to remember that
We have no time
a walking, talking map of time
It's always that way with the youth
OMG I accidentally rhymed!
Ahhhh!
not an ounce of lackey blood
I see that people are upset
Forever is the time of the albatross
All due respect
Osip said that horoscopes are bullshit
To sip on sweet new nectar
Osip died in the year of dog
Things matter
I'd prefer to let them burn hot
That's all I can say
Willhelm is a pacifist
perhaps even sympathetic!
got enough to support a family
I am limited by this intellect
the higgity-piggity things we think
Such a fun lil game! Simple yet effective
I couldn't put it better than that
An ode to memory loss :
James... I mean, Trevor
We've walked round and around
Holy shit ! Holy shit ! Who am I ?
Remember ?
Our child died in the year of horse
You owed three hundred and fifty dollars
I am deeply concerned
Ivan, you're a smartchild
"I don't have a cell phone, Oh God!
Hahahahaha
Maybe you should throw up
An old woman in bathtub
Let me know how you are
Never tell a lie
Five dollars!
Just like to look at it."
This is going into the card I'm giving my husband for our anniversary.
I'm thrilled, hope they appreciate it~
That High Observation / There is no future / They'll understand / I think you know that / it's not fantasy / get wound up in fashion and lying / that's a national past time / it's there forever
A poem about glorious revolution over infidel capitalism
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I declined their proposals.
Time is ending for the fisherman.
Tell you what,
I've spent my stint in the city.
Give it back to the miners,
friends of the glorious Russian army.
It's an awful lot.
That's all I can say.
Tell me about poetry!
I'm going to Europe for the first time on a boat
the year of the horse
Inside of every idea is a journey
Anyway,
have an ear and listen
You look like a guy I know
It's not fantasy
wanna buy a case for your cell phone?
You sound like a merchant trying to sell me something on the street. Yes please.