Because it wouldn't be Age of Fire without procrastination resulting in a post being late!
Don't worry, we are finishing this. Just change my prediction from "game will be finished in a month" to "post will be posted by the end of the month". It still needs to be vetted by a few members who feature heavily in it.
For now, here's a sneak peek.
Up in Room 429, the world seems so unkind.
The Beaumont hotel is a place that doesn't ask questions about the stains on your sheets or the bodies under your mattress. The lightbulbs make a strange hum that doesn't let you sleep, and the staring eyes of the bellhops never quite leave your memory.
But in Room 429, you can see the towers standing over the slums. You can see the wires that grow across the alleys like jungle vines choking the trees. You can see the ocean, restless and shifting in it's sleep. You can see heaven, too - if you squint past the smog and the radio towers. You can see the whole world from there, and the room asks you; why would you ever want to leave?
Kari was sitting on the bed. Her mind empty. No. It was waiting to receive.
The puritan woman had refused to hand her name over. Being distinguished was a sin, for we are all the Angel - and the Angel is all of us. No-one in the room knew who she was.
"The Sodom below attempts to forget the breach," she said, looking down at the city streets. "But it happened. They cannot deny it."
"What do you bastards want?" said Quinn, handcuffed to the bed. "If you touch me, I'll bite your cock off!"
Kari casually hit Quinn in the stomach. It felt like the thing to do.
"You sons of bitches," wheezed Quinn. "Who are you?"
"Extras," said Rodric Heathlinn. He stared into the static of the television screen. "We are extras in someone else's story."
"Well," said Craig Fergusson as he sharpened a clawed glove. "That's all about to change, isn't it? Things'll get back on track."
"Yes," said Kari. "It will all be washed away."
Best thing?
This
isn't even the biggest twist of the update.