Wibble Wednesday: Precious Bodily Fluids (Leviticus 14:1–15:33)

Man, the Comp threw me completely off track. We’re nearing the end of the semester, so hopefully I can calm down a bit. This week continues excruciating details of personal cleanliness in the holiness sense rather than the hygenic, with פָּרָשַׁת מצֹרע (“Leper” portion).

The quick snarky summary: Suffering from leprosy is really fucking expensive, involving a series of gradual reintroductions to society, priestly consulations and, as always, sacrifices. Be careful of mildew and mold in your house, and report it to the civil authorities, who will either help you clean it up or destroy your home. Also, your naughty bits are bad and everything that comes out of them is bad.

IFComp 2012: Castle Adventure, by Ben Chenoweth

Twenty-one games. Five days. Can’t judge them all, but I’ll get through as much of theEighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition as I can. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: Irvine Quik & the Search for the Fish of Traglea, by Duncan Bowsman

Twenty-two games. Five days. Not gonna judge them all, but I’ll get through as much of theEighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition as I can. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: The Test is Now READY, by Jim Warrenfeltz

Twenty-three games. Five days. So much for judging them all, but I’ll get through as much of theEighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition as I can. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: Transit, by Shaye

Twenty-three games. Eight days. I should maybe go a bit faster if I plan to blitz through the judging for the Eighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: Eurydice, by Anonymous

Twenty-four games. Nine days. I might not make it to the end, but I’m still blitzing through the judging for the Eighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

Wibble Wednesday: Visual Surveillance of Extremities (Leviticus 12:1–13:59)

OK, good to be back on track. I should probably be judging the IFComp instead of writing about the Bible, but, hey, this is what happens when we take on obligations. This week brings us back into holiness-code territory with פָּרָשַׁת תַזְרִיעַ (“Conception” portion).

The quick snarky summary: Women and their naughty bits are icky, so every time anything comes out of them we’d best shun her. But women aren’t even nearly as icky as people with skin diseases are.

IFComp 2012: The Lift, by Colin Capurso

Twenty-four games. Ten days. Gotta get moving! We’re blitzing through the judging for the Eighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: Sunday Afternoon, by Virgil Hilts

Twenty-five games. Ten days. We’re rolling, and blitzing through the judging for the Eighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.

IFComp 2012: Murphy’s Law, by Scott Hammack

Twenty-six games. Twelve days. I can do this. We’re blitzing through the judging for the Eighteenth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. As always, if you’re a judge, don’t read on unless you have already played and reviewed the game yourself, and if your averse to spoilers, you won’t want to read this even if you aren’t judging.