The blinking cursor, it is there taunting you again. Telling a tale of wasted time, steadily measuring out the moments, like the ticking of a clock. An ever present companion when gathering up your thoughts. Speaking of idle hands, when it is sitting atop a field of white. Beginnings yet to happen, and ideas that are not yet right. Sometimes your mind will start wandering, releasing you from the trance, but when you return you will find your ever present friend. Patiently waiting, though mocking it can seem, when you finally do start writing, it will lead the way unseen.

100 words

I've got #7. Much appreciated.

Technology our
disease. A sure guarantee.
Sleep is for the dead.

"Devious ideas and general villainy" 

This looks fun. :)

Go to "My Stuff," then "Saves." That's where any saves you have should show up.

Jimmy the dog jumped up again, trying to see out the window. Sure, it's the moon, but the lunar base had windows, and he wanted to see what was happening. Nathan, his owner, reached down and ruffled his ears. "Ready to go?" he asked with a chuckle. His mom thought he was crazy for bringing the big English Setter to Seraphim 5, but the truth was that the boys were inseparable ever since Jimmy saved his owner during the harrowing camping incident at Shadow Mountain. It was only reasonable that the two would become the best of friends because of that.

Jimmy barked, happy that his owner wanted to go out with him. He began to scratch at the door, then barked when he heard someone knocking on the other side. "Calm down," Nathan said, opening the door. He tried to shut it again when he saw their visitor was his ex, Victoria, but she quickly blocked the door with her foot.

“Come now, is that any way to treat a lady?” she asked, as she pushed her way into the door.

Nathan gulped nervously. He hated that bitch, but another part of him (literally) told him he didn't. Jimmy the dog barked excitedly at this intruder, his tail wagging.

Before either could react, Victoria jammed a needle in Nathan's neck. When he awoke, he was on a ship arriving at Mars, minus his wallet. He groaned. Jimmy barked happily. Nathan tried to clear his head and realized that he could not feel his legs. He looked down to see that they had been hacked off just below the knees.

“Ugh,” Nathan groaned, and dropped his head back down against the floor. That bitch is evil. My wallet? Sure. My legs though? Come on. Those fucking prosthetics cost a fortune. Using what little strength his noodle arms had, Nathan dragged himself into a little red wagon nearby. Hitching Jimmy's leash to the handle, Nathan was mobile again.

Nathan scanned the room for anything that could get back to Seraphim 5. Jimmy saw a mouse scamper by and rushed towards it, taking Nathan with him. The mouse was biomechanical, augmented to derive nutrients from cleaning filth. The animal cruelty folks got up in arms about it, but low-budget freighters always had these. It would likely lead them to a garbage chute.

"Jimmy, stop!" he yelled, frantic.

"Whoa!" a crewmember exclaimed, managing to halt the wagon. "That dog can really run! You should enter him in the race."

"Race?" Nathan asked, confused. "What race?"

"The 142nd Semi-Annual Dog Race," the crewmember explained. "It's 3 kilometers long." The crewmember then added, "Which is about 2 miles long."

Nathan glanced at his stumps.

"That won't stop you from racing. Assuming Turbowagon doesn't bump you off the track."

The crewmember tears up, looking down at his feet, which have numerous ingrown toenails. "Don't miss this opportunity to win prize money you can use to buy yourself wonderful new feet!"

"We're leaving right now!" Nathan decided.

When Nathan and Jimmy turned to leave, the crewmember shouted, "Hey! If you do end up trying out for that race, you should know the renowned dog racing champion, Victoria, will be there!" Nathan raised a hand to acknowledge the crew member on their way out. Half hoping it’s the Victoria they know, and half hoping it’s not.

After a few misadventures, they

I'm just happy my idea was actually viable, despite my not having a working knowledge of the code being used. I really need to learn more about it sometime, though probably just for fun. If I ever make a storygame myself, I don't see it being one of the more code heavy variety. I do find things like code fun to mess with and think about though, so who knows.

Good to hear that you're making progress on it. Best of luck getting the kinks worked out, and implementing it into your game.

Hmm, if there is a way to divide them up by character in the log that keep tracks of which texts you choose it might still work, because the text numbers themselves I wouldn't think of as being limited so you could set aside 1-100 for one character 101 - 200 for another and so on. Then when you click the thing to check "NPC 2" it would read the log for values between 101 -200 and display only those in order again based on the greater than less than code. Then you would be able to use the exact same variable/system for the entire thing.

Happy to hear my initial idea had some merit. Thank you for looking at it. Hope it all comes together well, it's a cool idea to have a working cell phone in a game.

I only have a very basic understanding of variables/coding, but I do have an idea, if it's possible at all. Someone more knowledgeable than me on the subject would need to come along to figure out how exactly it could work, specifically the code used in the editor here. I'm thinking rather than a ton of variables, maybe it would be possible to have a single variable like TEXTNUMBER(then a number from one to however many you need), each text would have it's own number that corresponds to it. IF TEXTNUMBER = (Whatever) have it show that corresponding text. Then maybe you could use greater than, less than type stuff to get them to show in the correct order, and some type of log that records all the previous TEXTNUMBER = 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, etc. Then have the code read that and put them in the correct order when they need to be displayed.

If all that makes no sense whatsoever do disregard me entirely, but it's an idea, and if it's possible I figure putting it out there someone else that knows more about the coding needed for the editor here might be able to put it into a format that might help. I intend to get into the editor and coding here someday, just haven't quite messed with it yet. Whether this helps at all or not, I wish you the best of luck on your story, and getting everything working. 

Jimmy the dog jumped up again, trying to see out the window. Sure, it's the moon, but the lunar base had windows, and he wanted to see what was happening. Nathan, his owner, reached down and ruffled his ears. "Ready to go?" he asked with a chuckle. His mom thought he was crazy for bringing the big English Setter to Seraphim 5, but the truth was that the boys were inseparable ever since Jimmy saved his owner during the harrowing camping incident at Shadow Mountain. It was only reasonable that the two would become the best of friends because of that. 

Jimmy barked, happy that his owner wanted to go out with him. He began to scratch at the door, then barked when he heard someone knocking on the other side. "Calm down," Nathan said, opening the door. He tried to shut it again when he saw their visitor was his ex, Victoria, but she quickly blocked the door with her foot. 

“Come now, is that any way to treat a lady?” she asked, as she pushed her way into the door. 

Nathan gulped nervously. He hated that bitch, but another part of him (literally) told him he didn't. Jimmy the dog barked excitedly at this intruder, his tail wagging. 

Before either could react, Victoria jammed a needle in Nathan's neck. When he awoke, he was on a ship arriving at Mars, minus his wallet. He groaned. Jimmy barked happily. Nathan tried to clear his head and realized that he could not feel his legs. He looked down to see that they had been hacked off just below the knees.

“Ugh,” Nathan groaned, and dropped his head back down against the floor. That bitch is evil. My wallet? Sure. My legs though? Come on. Those fucking prosthetics cost a fortune.