OMG! PAX Australia is less than a month away. Good thing I've been working on my speech for the past five months. I type very slowly. I hope Australians like adventure games, because I'm going to spend an hour talking about making everything from Maniac Mansion to Monkey Island to Putt-Putt to Pajama Sam and The Cave. *SPOILERS*

I've gotten quite a few emails from people asking if I'm going to be doing anything outside of PAX since they can't attend (no, I can't sneak you in. Actually, I can, but I won't). Once I know when and where, I post it here.

I'm also going to be spending an extra 3 days in Melbourne after the show. What fun, exciting and weird things are there to do around there?

The person with the weirdest idea will win the satisfaction of know they got me to do something weird.

Scurvy Scallywags in The Voyage to Discover the Ultimate Sea Shanty: A Musical Match-3 Pirate RPG is out on the App Store and the reviews have started pouring in and people seem to like it! WTF!

It's currently in the top 50 of paid games and the top 100 in all paid apps in the frist 24 hours. WTF!

Who knew scurvy could be so much fun. Diseases involving bleeding gums and tooth loss get a bad rap.

"Scurvy Scallywags bleeds the charm and personality of Ron Gilbert's classics, and is something to appreciate in a landscape of games that often find themselves without an identity."

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I know what you're thinking. Finally! Making games can't be that hard and take that long, and you'd be right, I just spend too much time screwing around and surfing the web.

Scurvy Scallywags in The Voyage to Discover the Ultimate Sea Shanty: A Musical Match-3 Pirate RPG will be out for iOS on June 6th!

Mark your calendars and stock up on lemons and oranges!

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My favorite authors in no particular order:

• J. G. Ballard
• Kurt Vonnegut
• Dan Simmons
• Stephen King

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

Victoria and I sat in the outdoor cafe for over an hour and didn't say a word. People and traffic blurred by and never made a sound. Of the five of us recruited for the job, three were dead and all killed by me. That left Victoria. My mind puzzled what would happen next in this bizarre series of coincidences that seemed to be going south faster than we could grasp how bad it had become. But the people who hired us seemed happy and that worried me the most. When would I be told to kill Victoria. When would she be told to kill me.

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

This was strange to me. I'm used to hotels rooms you rent by the month or by the hour and even that is too long. I stared out a window high above the city in a steel and glass tower built on top of the broken dreams and shatter lives of everyone below who played and risked everything for the chance to be something. The door opened with a soft click and Victoria came in carrying a large black duffel bag and unzipped it and dumped two hundred and fifty thousand in neatly stacked and wrapped bills onto the bed and said, we need to turn this into four million by morning. If anyone else had said it, I would have told them to fuck-off, but it was Victoria, so I said, when do we start?

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

When you kill someone it should be quick and they never know it's coming. One instant they are alive and the next they are dead and there is nothing in between. Maybe I believe this because I care or maybe because that's how I want it to happen to me. We stood just inside the thick woods and talked and joked and I waited. A truck thundered by on the black asphat and rain drenched highway a quarter mile away and I shot Michael Crispin. He was alive and then he was dead and nothing in between.