Angel pale with cat eyes. Scars on her wings. Music flowed through her veins, torn verses stain her skin. Warmth held in her cold claws. Warmth — sticky as the humid sun. Her words fair and typical. Yet, spoken solely through melodies. On the ground, she laid — bored and waiting to fly away. Attracted by the beat of my chest, a curious rhythm: a sound she hadn’t heard. My heart was her harp. My emotions were her strings.

Table of Contents Premise Understanding Unity Making the Rhythm Game Audio & Visual Addressing Difficulty Reflection Premise A rhythm game that also conveys my personal experiences as a Barista. The game highlights some of the life-long skills I picked up during my time serving lattes. The name of the game is Cafe Rhythm. Cafe…

THE LUCKY TALE OF 777

Let me paint a picture: there is puke all over the dash, you are hunched over and confused, your face is blue, and maybe you are a little terrified, but a small smirk is in the corner of your cheek. Why are you smiling? Especially after you puked all over…

Mr. Skeleton Man walks into a bar. The bartender walks away… Mr. Skeleton Man doesn’t mind and pours himself a drink. I notice him right away, and as I get ready to go — we lock eyes. He stares at me with his permanent grin. Mr. Skeleton man raises his…

Prelude A headache creeps up on me. Its legs long and whisker-like, crawling up my spine and penetrating the back of my skull. I can feel it move. The twisting and pinching of my brain as it’s trapped inside my head. …