The world is weightless, a black abyss we disguise behind shades of blue and brick. But when the paint washes off, you see this strange land for what it is: a place without death because no actual life inhabits it, a blackhole without meaning beyond the veneer we coat it in. You go right, not out of
“It’s about divorce,” reads Gary Butterfield’s blunt description of his short-story-turned-videogame Early Frost Warning. You know it’s going to be a glum playthrough, but 10 minutes in and you’re thinking: c’mon Horace, a broken boy in your bed and now your face is all red and balding? Sheesh, man,
