Update and Lost Countdown added!

Hey ho,

Well I've not posted for a bit and I am behind on a few things blog-related. My final game of E3 should be up before the weekend is over. I think I may put the Lost rewatch on hold for a week or so. Also, in other news, I have been writing a short story - you may remember me having a moan about my creative process during a Midnight Reflection at 2:51am. My short story, aptly named Man, covers the, somewhat mundane life of Frick, a lower class factory worker. Set in an unspecified time in the future, we see what man has become, and during the story uncover specific parts of Man, and how we, as a race, have changed. The following is from the opening chapter, which focuses on Man... and his daily routine:

...and his daily routine
"Is anyone alive in there?!" He shouted. But he was not heard, or at least he was not received; Work had become such an impossibly repetitive routine over the, Frick thought, endless years. The factory itself seemed to go on forever, both vertically and horizontally, like it's line of various items which resembled pretty much nothing at all at this stage of production, but promised to be put to efficient use by the time the various items had reached the external sector of the factory. Frick, currently in his late 30s, medium height, medium build, and unshaven had always described himself as being 'built perfectly for the job' - which was both a fair estimate, a true reflection of himself as a man, and a statement of irony; working the factories did not require any special abilities or a specific body type as say, Bin Beatles do - named so after the Dung beetle for the way at which it would push its huge mound of waste around. Frick was currently wearing the factories brown-shaded overalls, and brown-shaded gloves.

"Hey, you!!" The shout came again. Snapping back into reality, Frick feverishly began checking the various items that had arrived at his sector of the assembly line, picking out those which he instinctively recognized as being "null" and placing them in the nearby bin which would, sooner or later, be taken to another factory. At this new factory, the bins contents would be emptied onto an almost identical conveyor belt, where people, not unlike Frick, would sort through the somewhat random trash, locating those items that were relevant to that particular factory, and discarding those which were not. This would repeat forever if needs be, or at least until the bin was empty.

Well if you manage to stumble across this blog, give it a read and let me know what you think. It should be noted that this short story is heavily influenced by Phil K Dick and in particular the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Or at least that is where I am heading with it. At this moment in time I'm about half way through so expected to see the rest of this chapter up some time soon, with an update!

One last thing - I've added a Lost Countdown (very cool!) for all us Losties out there.

Just 200 days to go!

R.U