I came of age right around the time computers were really starting to make their way into schools—the Apple IIs and the 486s, all shiny and new(ish). Being kids, who are by nature fascinated by shiny new things, my school pals and I immediately latched onto these new devices, exploring them in full when the adults weren’t looking. Games like Wolfenstein, Commander Keen, and Oregon Trail (yes, that Oregon Trail) spread through school networks like viruses that entertained instead of stealing your bank logins. So when one of the magical machines entered our household, my mother brought home a handful of CD-ROM games from the store as well: Epic Pinball, Jazz Jackrabbit, and a little vertical scrolling shooter called Tyrian.
Longtime writer, temporary office minion, and nerd of all trades, tiakall is a fan of lengthy subordinate clauses and the Oxford comma. She enjoys plants, cats, puns of varying quality, and making cannibal jokes before it was cool.