A night like any other in a hole of a city in a swirling wasteland stolen from the natives only to be cast off in the end. Punch number two, head remains still. A dead stare. Not a flinch. Nothing. The muggy July air hung dead like any other night. If only you could taste interaction design like this. The stories we bear and have yet to know or discover are as alive as a punch in the face, locked away in places and things only waiting to be dragged out kicking and screaming.
So it begins. Or restarts, reboots or otherwise comes crawling blind and bleary eyed into the wide open. This is Halfman. This hello_world is about more than a test. It's not just a popup to show if it works or not. This is not a test.