I don’t undertand how three dimensional beings can stand the functionally two dimensional existence land enforces upon them. I confess that I often sleep during their terran sports which are often so . . . flattened from my point of view. Will the dribbler go left . . . or right? Only two options. Not […]Read More Aquatic vs Terran Sports
So the first Martian Muckraker playtest was a little rough. Maybe more than a little rough. A lot rough. It was rough. Solidly rough. So the first part of this post is to state that when you are designing a game: PLAY TEST PLAY TEST PLAY TEST. And be not discouraged. The chief areas of […]Read More Playtesting and Other Extreme Sports
Written by Sp’Rark, Cultural Editor of the Martian Muckraker Nothing shook the religious foundations of Ancient Mars more than the discovery of Earthlings. For generations Martians regarded Mars as an Oasis in an otherwise uninhabited universe. Then scientists started hearing the transmissions from Earth. Two planets, Mars and Earth. Practically sisters. Each oblivious to the […]Read More Crisis of Faith
C’therax entered the small silver cylindrical habitation. It was nothing luxurious, but for good reason. It was expensive to transport anything across Jupiter’s gravity field. For those who loved gravity diving or wanted to be away from the busier planets though, this moon was the place to be. Through the shimmer of the gravity shield […]Read More What did you know?
“F’delty, this is Michael, my cousin.” Sarah said. F’delty gave a slight bow and shook Michael’s hand. “Sarah’s efforts to reverse Earthling hatred of the Martian people have given us much hope,” F’delty said. Michael nodded, never the talkative type. Sarah opened her laptop and activated the Command Line Interface. A few commands later a […]Read More Spider on a Mission
“You’ve been coming here everyday?” C’therax gave a start and looked back to see Sp’Rark approaching the crater’s edge. “You scared me,” he said. He turned back to look again at the vast Crater whose edge he was sitting at. The red soil here twinkled under the Martian sun. In the distance one could see […]Read More A Conquered Nation
By Sp’Rark Boson, Special Reporter for the Martian Muckraker Malach Zyren of the planet Pyronia nearly cried when she saw her image being projected over the C’ruluian capital’s skyline after the Hoverboard Grand Prix. A mere five years ago her own family had told her she was “an utter disgrace to our family and to […]Read More Determined to Soar
For immediate publication on all news frequencies on the Hyperspace Tachyon Transmission Protocol: Cazimir Cometdust says he relives the explosion that destroyed his body at least once a month in his nightmares. “I remember there was a searing heat, and a boom that shook my ribs. I was screaming in pain…and then suddenly I felt […]Read More Heart of Steel