While I have over 30 playthroughs of the original trilogy, something about the Mass Effect Legendary Edition remaster has made Thane’s storyline hit closer to home than I have ever felt before. …

Why? To help developers in pre-production have the necessary “at-glance” aspects of game design to pay attention to with the goal of photosensitivity awareness. Contact: LianaAccessibilityLine@gmail.com Quick facts: Avoid rapid flashing, especially in high contrast environments (I.e., the most dangerous combination is white on black, red and white on black, red on…

Before we get into it, this was a blog post I wrote over at Bungie.net when I was working as a Destiny 2 CM. For some reason, as of two weeks ago, this has been removed from the website. I’m proud of this piece and what the team had to…

Setting: The campaign is set in the world of Thedas, a land filled with political intrigue, ancient magic, and powerful dark forces. You can choose a specific era in Dragon Age lore or create your own parallel timeline. Plot Overview: The campaign centers around a group of adventurers who are…

Are you Elijah, raining from the fire to Become. Are you alive in this dream? Or are you just now Awakening. Are you Elijah, just as I am Skin alive with this sting. Then we become what we Are. And we are, burning alive with this sting. Are you what you are, only to become what I see? If we do become — holy in what we can’t see. Then we are, what we are, and everything then becomes seen. Coming alive

58 times today it whispered, peripheral won’t get out of my head. All of those times I bled out you couldn’t even do it once. You’ve got my gore on your chest wearing it like a Scarlet A, but silly you: can’t claim blood that’s not yours. It’s all for…

In the beginning, there was a humble girl by the name of Jiddu. An outwardly timid thing, gossamer in stature but strong where it mattered. She had always been an adventurous and curious sort, forever seeking out enticing new experiences and always following her thirst for knowledge. …

A ding into the silence, blistering sounds alerting ghosts of toppled tombstones. A squeeze crushes inwards in response to the sound, blaring in its quiet alarm. Is this the sound of retribution? Of advice? Of false kindness masking truer intentions. Burning me alive these fireworks reflect back the fiery explosion…

When I was a child, asking for help meant pain. It meant getting beaten, locked away, and ridiculed by the adults that I was told I had to defend and trust with my life. When I was an adult, asking for help meant weakness. It meant being mocked, thrown away…