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| Friday |
the Thirtieth of April, 2004 |
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| Wednesday |
the Twenty-Eighth |
With its revolutionary slogan of "ingestion, defecation,
fornication" and the promise of a full Copulogram®, I thought that Breedster
was finally going to be a social networking
map of sexual partners - that by plotting known physical attractions,
they could overcome the scentlessness of online relationships, and
bring pheremone-based immune-system matching back to the fore. "Seven
of your exes' exes' exes are currently single!"
But no, it's actually a lo-fi cellular-life simulation, where
ASCII-art insects wander around a shaded grid, quietly eating and
defaecating in three different colours. It's actually oddly similar
to RavenBlack's
vampires game, except that the Sisyphean mundanity seems a lot more
thematically relevant, and the inevitably emergent patterns seem fairly
visual and abstract, rather than being
lunatic
roleplaying vampire clans. (Although Breedster does seem to have
a few shouty attempts to cleanse
and dominate the ecosystem - social meta-gaming is, I suppose, inevitable.)
The simulation is invite only - Tom
gave me the egg I needed to get in, and I've got one of my own now, if
anyone's interested.
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