TOM FRANCIS
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Hello! I'm Tom. I'm a game designer, writer, and programmer on Gunpoint, Heat Signature, and Tactical Breach Wizards. Here's some more info on all the games I've worked on, here are the videos I make on YouTube, and here are two short stories I wrote for the Machine of Death collections.
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New York
Restaurant at London Heathrow misunderstands the relationship between round pegs and square holes with their Asian menu.
In the seven years since I was last at Ground Zero, they have put up a banner with a link to a website where you can read about the progress you’re not seeing.
A melted girder from the World Trade Center at the memorial museum.
A thousand paper cranes.
Kim and I wandered into this weird, twisting, faintly industrial shopping center somewhere in the meatpacking district.
A Mexican Day of the Dead vignette (I think) in a shop window.
This is where you start in Deus Ex.
This is me playing Deus Ex near where you start in Deus Ex.
Manhattan seen from Liberty Island.
A statue seen on Liberty Island.
Kim and the jellies of the aquarium on Coney Island.
Pink tendrils.
Even for a shark, this guy was kind of a creep.
He made this sonorous blooping noise as he gnawed his flipper.
Everything North of the Empire State.
Everything South of the Empire State.
God-rays over Jersey City.
Their dad was taking the real photo from the tunnel below me at Grand Central.
The whole of 4th Avenue was closed for the longest and thinnest market I’ve seen in my life. No-one we asked about it anywhere else in New York had ever heard of this phenomenon.
Kim and I both bought hats.
Chocolate bars at Dylan’s Candy Bar.
Gumballs at Dylan’s Candy Bar.
Times Square on a sunny day.
The gloom of Times Square on a sunny day.
I was as sad as Kim looks to find that Max Brenner the Chocolate Man, a hot chocolate emporium beyond compare, has closed down.
Even death turtles are pretty okay with.
The Rivington, which we splashed out on for our final night, is the only hotel I’ve stayed in to combine apartment-sized rooms, monochrome decor and a transformative shower.
Kim flew back to London and I flew on to Los Gatos for a press trip. We stayed at this Greek hotel.
Bag of feed spotted in San Francisco, the day I left.
I took so many photos of the obscene food we ate that I put them all in a separate set. Part of me wants to review them. The other New York ones are here.