In my last post I finally managed to put to rest the game which had taken over my thoughts for so long, and I half-jokingly said this blog would now observe a period of mourning. Little did I know the half-joke would soon turn dead serious. …

This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end Jim Morrison, “The End”, The Doors (recorded August 1966; released January 4, 1967) This is it. The final moments. Before this post is over, Glyffe will be no more. …

I know, we’re still up. Not for long, though. I just wanted to show you how you actually created a world in Glyffe before it’s all gone. After all, player created content was probably Glyffe’s most overengineered and underused feature (not counting the multi-threaded architecture which I consider to be…

Linear Love was the fourth and last world I created inside of Glyffe. It was located near the north-east corner of Square One in Main World. There was only one direction in Linear Love: vertical. …

One last twitch, and the embalmers (that’s what they were supposed to be anyway) left. The temple walls appeared and our Ba was shown separate from our Khat. When we tried to move, only our Ba would do so.

We’d just jumped off a cliff. Since you were supposed to be dead, all you could do was twitch a little. A little to the right…

The plot so far: a voice flitting around a campfire directed us north, where we entered a structure called a Panopticon. There, a second voice made us an offer we couldn’t refuse: immortality in exchange for going on an — admittedly perilous — quest. The object of the quest was…

Following the footprints from the cave, we’d stumbled upon three concentric circles in the sand, each one darker than the one surrounding it. As we moved into the innermost circle, we were teleported yet again. South seemed like the way to go.

We were about to enter a cave. Hmm, quite a different tone and setting. Did I mention it was all text? Unicode, to be exact.