>>[Non-]Endings: Gamescapes, a ‘B’ and a ‘C’
Despite constantly seeking to deliberately transgress digital and creative boundaries during Mezangelle: A Fractured and Dirty Birth, my need to glitch-revolve again started niggle-itching. After _feralC_ [my social media mockumentary project] unfurled in 2010, I itched. I prickled, I scratched and I itched again. My Meztexts seemed to echo back at me through a sameness filter, through yawnings of my own predictable design…
…until a day in 2011, when Andy Campbell – a fellow creative of whom I’d been only glintingly aware – contacted me concerning a project that he thought might fire my interest. The project was The Dead Tower, a haunting 3D gameworld in search of a narrative. He wanted a mezangelled story base for this project, one that perhaps I might write and that we could then conceptually jigsaw into the space, together?
How *could* I say no?
And so The Dead Tower clawed forth, in all its non-linear-narrative, Cartesian-warping glory. This initial collaboration was rapidly followed by the creation of a Virtual Reality Code Poetry App called #Carnivast. Then, in 2013, Andy and I co-created #PRISOM, a 3D ‘anti’-game where a player is set loose in a glass city under infinite surveillance whilst being left to battle mezangelled-spewing drones. We designed #PRISOM specifically for use with Virtual Reality HUDs [which acts to further embed players within this dystopically-repeating space].
On the back of such a successful collaborative streak, Andy and I are currently embarking upon a shiny new work: a work mega-sprawling in scope and crankingly ambitious. A work that will eventually unfold through a number of platforms and formats. This work is called Pluto.
One of Pluto’s story components is an oddly skewed virtual reality gamespace that glimpse-suggests wormholes and parallel realities: the surreal free-to-explore gamescape is complexly beautiful and poetically compelling. While absorbing Pluto, a player will question the nature of perception formation and reality construction. The Pluto audience will be left pondering their own sense of self through concepts centred on traversing boundaries from childhood to adulthood; the construction and perception of reality through life experience and the influence of those closest to us; the petrifying thought of duplicate selves housed in alternate realities; and the elongation of the ‘real’ as we [think we] know it.
My wish for Pluto is this: that one day, in a suitably ultramodern future, a Juvenile Humanoid Entity [JHE for short] might be resolutely flick-marching through an Old Media Virtual Reality Directory. This JHE might be deemed chronologically unsuited to view such a Directory, and unsure of how to navigate it: they just may have been propelled by their unfathomably futuristic teachers to leapfrog past their mandated Wearables and delve. And if such a future eventuates, I hope that timorous yet determined JHE bravely flips into the ‘B[reeze]’ and ‘C[ampbell]’ sections, and discovers Pluto there, waiting.