
IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
Herd fast, count your flock, and trust nothing that never grazes — one of these sheep is lying to you.
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Herd fast, count your flock, and trust nothing that never grazes — one of these sheep is lying to you.

Every launch leaves junk in orbit — even the perfect ones. Deliver until your own success closes the sky.

Every bullet is an instrument. Dodge on the downbeat and the song plays itself — get hit and the whole band stumbles.

Every ping paints the cave in light — and tells every lurker exactly where you are.

A WWII platoon-tactics sim in the Normandy bocage — real ballistics, real suppression, and a campaign that remembers your dead.

A volumetric slime mold that grows through the memory of where your attention has been.

Every naked-eye star at its true 3D distance. Fly away from Earth and watch the constellations fall apart.

A cabinet of living systems. Twelve worlds grown from almost nothing, all answering to your touch.

Simple rules, complex behavior — six complexity-science simulations behind one set of scientific instruments.


One generative chord that has been playing since the dawn of time. Open it and hear what time it is.

Hold the line in Flanders, 1916. Buy your company, dig in, and survive what comes across the wire.

Command a remote combat outpost in Kunar Province, 2011. The valley does not care who you are.
This one is hard, but it's good.