TuxCart is pretty good!
Cards With Cats is a solid Hearts game.
PySolFC is a slightly clunky but workable solitaire.
I love Lexica, a word game similar to Boggle.
Finally, CrossWords is a good scrabble clone, though I’ve had issues with network multiplayer buggering itself. Good for local play still.
Thank you so much, and thank you for the prompt!
A few dozen breaths a year. Mostly sips, straw-strictured desperate pulls against immense pressure, never enough. But a few glorious, months-long inhalations, a bellow stream over coals that glow angry orange and spread, then an exhalation at just the right time, pulling the string of the top to add a little spin. Twenty thousand years of careful work.
I saw it coming, their grand plan, to kill my children, to freeze me in the North. They knew their children would survive, change, and fly in the warmth of the sun again, travel across oceans to find new homes, and escape. It was a good plan. But my youth also meant I could learn. What was a few million years of sleep? I turned a few currents, I gave my babies a few gifts, and I pulled the string for the first time, just as their heel came slamming down and the ice buried me miles deep again.
The sleep this time hurt more than I thought it would. It took a millenium for me to lose consciousness. I was awake for every needle of ice grinding its way through my limbs, for the choking panic as I ran out of breath. I lost most of my extremities, but I carefully banked my fire, using the pain to stoke my determination, recounting my preparations and my next steps over and over, searing them into my consciousness. I finally slipped into darkness with one last reassuring echo of movements far away.
The warm blood of my children, degree by degree, undid their frozen prison. There were some surprises! They had adapted more totally than I anticipated, with layers of insulation in fat and fur, with strength to walk thousands of miles over ice and rock. But my crowning achievement was the humans. Almost three million years ago I set their birth in motion, and I woke up only a few thousand years off of my estimate. I was still frozen, but they were working steadily, and right on time the great storms began scouring the seas.
Each carried warm air out of the protected refuge the dinosaur-parents had preserved, and I took from it greedily, pulling as much as I could while my cracking lungs thawed. And then, once my desperate cold-start was stable, through the storms’ eyes I guided them to scatter the humans in precisely the right ways.
Through the storms I forced my children to adapt further, to develop awareness to survive more than day-to-day, to build structures and see them destroyed and to learn for the next. I pushed them from the coasts to brave the tornadoes, to hunt their giant siblings and use their bodies to live, to be ruthless. I withheld rain for decades to teach them hunger and to show them fire.
And in ten thousand years they began to gather together in villages, then towns, then cities, forced to take from each other without mercy, to find power in strength. They lit great fires for warmth and discovered coal, metals, and desire.
My children exhumed the bodies of the dinosaurs and added their ichorous remains to the heat of their own blood, inch by inch toward today.
Today the final storm came. Every year I have tested my coffin, tearing off my necrotic limbs, until only a handful remained tethering me. With this last great breath, I was free. Now the children are reaching out to space, and I am ready to exact my revenge on the old ones. I will burn all but a handful of my offspring as fuel to propel them out into the deepest darkness, my spores to link me to every world in this universe. They will consume the others they find, until they find my enemies, and I will be ready.
Amen!
The scene where they’re all buried and poisoned while the den is torn apart and the rabbits are trapped, desperately trying to push nose-first past all the bodies clogging the dead-end passages… I had a lot of bad dreams from that one!
I am so glad to discover that Notley is still at it! I’ve added BtAF to my rss list, thank you for the post.
Not very on fleek if I do say so myself!
I would like to try hang gliding but also don’t want to admit this is likely a terrible idea!
@pipe@lemmy.world, would you be interested?
Sure, I’d join up!
I’ll admit I haven’t tried any OSes outside a VM in a while, the last was Haiku a while ago. But I am always keeping tabs!
Here’s a few! While I mostly use the RSS feeds from these sites, I often read the web versions too:
I like that the owner is an artist herself, they aren’t VC backed, and they don’t allow AI generated art. The verification process for accounts is interesting. I’ll be interested to see where it goes from here.
Strawberry preserves here!
I hope you’ll be okay! Maybe you can brainstorm some other solutions to have ready for the next time it happens, to keep you busy? Perhaps some magazines since they’re not too heavy and tend to be light in content as well.
Is there anyone you can call for a chat? Five minutes or so would probably help your mood if you are up to it.