Dear Diary,

Today I uploaded a quick update for 'These Automatic Arms': some small bug-fixes, a couple new levels, a new gameplay mechanic. It's still a 5-15 minute game, and I still don't know if it's worth fleshing out much further.

Had you the eyes with which to see it (and, of course, the arms with which to play) I think you'd enjoy the new crumbling walls. "They crumble like paper," you'd say. "Yes," I'd whisper back. "Like a real diary's paper?" "Yes, like a real book's paper, they crumble in the face of your obvious charms." "For I am the future, bright and cold?" "Yes, you are the future, my diary, my electronic diary. But show some humility. No one likes a braggart."

Yours,
nobody.

Dear Diary,

I finished a game today, my first. It's not the one I told you about before. I wish you had arms so you could play it. It's called "These automatic arms." But they're bad arms, not like the arms you would have if you had arms. Oh, diary, one day I will buy you prostheses and glue them to your frail, electronic pages.

Yours,
nobody.

p.s. - download it here: http://www.glorioustrainwrecks.com/node/3333