Tarmage City

By Henriette Nolte

Kayt is a gamedev in Tarmage, one of the most lucrative positions in the decrepit slum of a city. Compensation for game developing might be good, but the competition is fierce and when Kayt fails her annual promotion test third year in a row, her career isn’t the only thing she starts questioning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henriette Nolte
• Release date: Oct 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370463121

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Tarmage City

By Henriette Nolte

Tarmage City

By Henriette Nolte

Copyright 2017 Henriette Nolte

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Cover layout Henriette Nolte

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Contents

Chapter 1: The Apartment

Chapter 2: Ginny’s bar

Chapter 3: Gamedev HQ

Chapter 4: Weaver

Chapter 5: Donnie Aimes II

Chapter 1: The Apartment

Kayt looked at her apartment, and for the first time in weeks, really saw it. The place was a mess. Empty food boxes and juice bottles covered the kitchen counters. Dirty cups and plates stood on surfaces. Creased notes with scribbles and half-finished code were scattered all around the apartment. Some of the papers had been crumpled and thrown in frustration. Others had been dispersed by wind from the one window that never closed properly. Textbooks lay open on the floor and couch. For four weeks she’d been studying relentlessly for her annual promotion test—but it had all been for nothing.

She sagged into the couch in front of the gigantic A-Comp screen. The Action Computer served as an entertainment appliance as well as a workstation, consequently she spent most of her time right there in front of it. It was like a perpetual presence in her apartment. She never switched it off because it just took too long to boot up again. So even when she was in bed, struggling to sleep, she would see flashes from the living room. The screen was about two by one metre, but a third of that space, a strip on the left and right hand side, was designated for advertising. Kayt had covered the sides up with paper and adhesive tape, since it had proved to be very distracting during the weeks of study. The shield of notepad papers was by no means a permanent solution, some of it had fallen off and the ones that remained stuck were so thin and wavy that she could see right through it. Kayt was sick of studying and sick of her apartment, but most of all she was sick of the city’s meaningless self-advertising. She had seen the green and glaring