Finally, an update

The last few months were good for creativity, but not so much for progress. I did a lot of reading, a lot of writing and some game development. But nothing I could post. However, time moves on and I can’t abandon this page. I don’t mind just being creative for the sake of it. But the point is that I want to finish things. After these two months I unfortunately only have a short story that is part of a larger project that I can post.

Next month I want to either finish a first GBA game, or alternatively I want to create another RPG dungeon/adventure.

This is the small story I wrote, it’s a fake mythology story from 3000 BC, it’s part of the groundwork for a larger project.

*You should not be jealous of Amna and his gruelling task.
Anu gave our world light, and Amna the duty to move it.
In exchange Amna gains Anu's vision, looking down upon our world and kingdom.
And he took to this privilege, greedily.
Who has not heard the stories from their grand parents, 
every night, when the light dimmed at dusk and they peered over the horizon towards the setting sun, 
and saw the outline and shadow cast by a curious eye.
Anu was furious by this abuse of his gift, and cursed Amna's mischievous eye taking it's sight.
Afraid to go completely blind, he dared not use his privilege again. 
The sun set as usual, bright until it passed the horizon.
Some people still took the time at the end of the day, to watch and see if they could catch his glimpse.
Touched by Amna's loss, his strongest devotees built a new temple 10.000 cords from Nippur, Amna's watch.
Days they watched the sky, and nights they toiled, mirrors, lenses, thin slits trapping the light.
As construction neared completion, the temple's flock grew. All interested to find the sun's secret.

At the summer solstice, noon they used their new contraption, to see if they could peer through the window in the sky.
The high-priest put his head under the cloth, to look at the projection they carefully crafted.
The old man froze, when onlookers pulled the cloth away they saw his face stuck in a pained contorted grimace.
Each man woman and child present at the temple heard Anu's frenzied yells.
Both the Euphrates and Tigris river quickly started roiling with discontent, no longer caring for their old banks.
They twisted up hills, slithering with a destination in mind. Carving a path along the way.
Within minutes the new temple was a lost ruin at the bottom of river, people remember the moving river by the abandoned farms.
But nobody who lives remembers the location of the temple.

Anu is happy, his hole in the sky is safe from unwanted eyes.*