Originally made this for a game which got cancelled due to time constraints and overly-ambitious scope, so I repurposed it for a different game, which also didn’t get finished for the jam due to time constraints and overly-ambitious scope.

This version triggers my tinnitus something fierce.

An extended/enhanced version of the battle theme from Deck of Desire, an extremely NSFW card trading game.

In the original game there was a much shorter version of this song, in both chiptune and symphonic versions, as well as a bunch of other music. The game itself has been essentially abandoned as a “prototype” (despite having been very popular, and still tops my download analytics on itch.io years later!), but I had some ideas about how to expand the soundtrack into a full musical experience.

Maybe someday.

Game: Deck of Desire

This song was inspired by repeatedly tapping the tuning fork button on my portable amp.

Lyrics: A Long Plastic Hallway

it’s inimical inimitable and so predictable not a miracle

it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal

a seeming emptiness encroaching loneliness result of pettiness, try to redress the phoniness

acrimonious sanctimonious a former holiness, the brokenness melodious

finding time to spare sit in the broken chair being unaware, without a care all thoughts laid bare

a tantric suicide already dead inside climb up the hillside, across the divide, smell insecticide

there’s a new tomorrow, it’s falling into place there’s a new tomorrow, it’s running out of space there’s a new tomorrow, it’s all fucked up get your new tomorrow, you’re out of luck

get a steady job, and another piece of me get a big tv, and another take get a new degree, stuck in the machinery in the new tomorrow, you get what you make

it’s inimical counterfactual and so predictable not a miracle

it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal

and you simply cannot see what this all has done to me simply cannot see through the crooked lies simply cannot see everything that’s eating me nobody is looking through each others’ eyes

simply cannot see what this all has meant to me simply cannot see through the skin disguise simply cannot see all the greater piece of me walking through the hallway something on the rise

feeling critical and irritable analytical parasitical

apocalyptical stereotypical it’s predictable, hypocritical, and a miracle

Game: Wet Rave

Game: Wet Rave