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barbosaasouza · 5 years

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’30Birds’ Solves Puzzles Through Observing a Surreal Cube World

30Birds seamlessly mixes Asian fairy tales with humor, poems and modern twists, all within a rotating cube land.

You get to explore a strange, magical, hand-painted 2D (yet 3D) world in 30Birds. Playing as Zig, a girl with a broken phone who just needs one to replace it, you end up going on a massive, epic adventure to find the birds loyal to a goddess. This seems to happen almost by accident, as you stumble upon a bird in a very small cage and just want to free it.

This bird has a lot to do with the history of the world you are living in, through the myths and legends that surround it. The world, while being beautiful, is also full of challenging musical puzzles which are used to free birds and generally get to new areas. Much of these puzzles can be solved through observation – which 30Birds encourages with its gameplay. There is always a new place to walk to as well, as each twist of the game’s cube-like reality offers something interesting to investigate. The characters are pretty funny themselves, too.

I, personally, was captivated during the demo I got to play at AdventureX and look forward to the future of this game.

30Birds is currently in development, but in the meantime, you can add yourself to the game’s mailing list to keep up to date with its creation.

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galacticexploration · 10 years

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30 Birds

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I Dare Do Not Speak The Name

The answer's 'tween the mylein [inside a quantum tunnel]. Familiar asa witch's cat, in midst of a bluddle. Patient to be cleaved beset on sides by walls ...amongst a grove of weeping... willow trees, Clarion called.

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Exsanguination

The vixen was evicted by a merchant with a penchant for pendants & penance.

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Liquor, Ice, & Licorice

car·ti·lag·i·nous

I stood in caliginosus, alfresco near Oaxaca, at a wooden table sans its feet, & horrified... because recently I seent vans crammed brim with po-lice.

The hounds continued baying, in the alleys, nine lives shrieked & then all of a sudden.

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Suicide Note

Always, everyday I've wanted to kill myself. And everyday, I pick a reason not to.

Today, I didn't have a reason.

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Diamonds & Gold Are Just Shiny Rocks

And another word for: "Modern Obdurodon Vagina" is cloaca.

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Or Platypus Pussy

"Penelope the pigs, why do you insist on biting the buds off of flowers?"

"I don't know."

"But you never do when they're Judy bloomed."

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BLUE HUGHES

WORLDS WHIRL 'ROUND YR CEREBELLUM ALWAYS/EITHER REVOLVING OR DANCING IN TARANTELLAS OR ANTEBELLUMS

THEN; THE LIPS CURL, & THEN THEY GRIN, & THEN SMILE AT HONEY SICKLED MOONS AVAIL TRAILS OF THISTLES

PURPLED FLOWERS ERUPT OUT THORNY DISPOSITION TIL OUR EVERY CORRESPONDENCE IS IN EPISTLES SENT 'CROSS ZE KITCH-IEN.

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Alliteration

Asian x American Amalgamations Are Always Adored and Appreciated.

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The Bl ∞ dy Eyes

The Bloody Eyes good fortune; was met on Underwood. Dear darling Sarsaparilla, said herself he could. Less than dimmer shimmer- ing vanilla extract dreams, parented a fawn evolve in dusk and dawn it seems. A peace of both their minds, they volunteered in kind, to harmonize with heart strings steered toward forever intertwined. Lillies. -

The flowers flourished, in a garden that they grew. And besides sunrise the sky for them was forever blue. A hue with dual faces, coupled in their eyes - the gaze of myth, time can't resist, and is bathed in fire. The cataracs

Set in, given instilled genetics, and ergonomic rainclouds dwelled atop a head that's preguhnant. Trimestered with: swollen doubts that festered. Amongst the flood, fantasized catalysed calamity asundered. The sinews now unlatched, their tendrils now inside. He never ever redirected both his bloody eyes. First entranced, and then transfixed, the pupils had learned lessons. A bridge was built, a river crossed, with ten twenty-sevens. At last, the photosynthesis. It was happening again, for

Sarsaparilla & The B-E, the anther and the stamen. Pungent bloom ensued, nourished by their neurons, and memories like hieroglyphics glued together as eggs of sturgeons - attached to cardiacs, sashimied and butterflied, then coated in the purest white rice that one can find. They ate them off

each other, nude in a city of candles, A delicacy so delicate they both donned crowns of brambles. The season's now the Rabbit's, to hide prismatic eggs. Though, ex- pound-ed, the secret is betwixt virgin mary's legs.

That girl down the lane? The one with ginger hair? I heard she got her cherry popped, in a game of truth or dare. The lies - they spread like margarine, across a cheetah's pelt. Svelte in the Savannah, in heat is all she felt. But the applause was much too loud, and drowned out the symphony. So Mary had to stray away from polygamy. Whiskey licked her lips, and felines bit her tongue. Before even Eyes could bat a lash, the month of May was done. So him and Sas. evaporated, off to paradise. And he never ever redirected both his Bloody Eyes.

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Shriving On Tuesday

My brain is a viscus kalaeidescope of liquids. A kind of chromatic soup. This cosmic phantasmagorical yoke where winged creatures spawn, and fly the coup - Soon, heading south to my mind's eye to roost. In an infinite loop the circus rings, around the rosie the girls always sing. - ...

(Jimminy Cricket's Long Lost Monologue in Space)

(Love less, lest love loveless. Love love instead) (Burn cherry. Til' your breathing very last breaths.) (Run away, evanescence. Dance towards daylights.) (Thin, white, sticks, made with little, orange, tips.) (There ain't nothin'. like bein' killed by friends?)

... - On edge of a cliff, to the beach below, one may only ascend if the descent is slow. Or perhaps if frozen in cold letters in ledgers, or a death sentence composed by birds with their own feathers dipped in pink ink, tapped from the base of my skull. Get off the carousel to join the foal.

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Edem aims, shoots, and scores. Bullseye! Took out the temple. Missing from point blank isn't as rare as you'd think, To be sure he sucked the shotgun. Tongue and cheek, and he formed a whole new cavity beyond the realm of his teeth. He didn't die though/ \instead woke up in the hospital, bound in foreign cloth. Which he found... comforting. 彼のうつ病は、硬化されていた！

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Roll Model

So hollow. SO hollow. So; hollow.

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Miss America 2014

She thinks she only looks best in bright lights and with home-made holes in her tights. But, insists that the switch is flicked ... every time during sex. ...Off.

Turned off like an exit ramp - stemming from the highway. An exit like ... a small vein, branching out from an arteriole system keeping us all afloat.

A float, that's what she was and is, Post a, snort & a, sniff. For two, transgression laced, reasons;

She wasn't just high - one penetration and she'd pop, and then drip drip drop - heralding passengers all to a firey doom.

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