Lurk. Unite. Die. Invent. Think. Expire.

Rybread Celsius was just ahead of his time; he would have fit in well with B Minus Seven, paperblurt, or especially Soda51. His game are nonsensical, poorly spelled, and badly implemented, but somehow occasionally sublime.

Here is a writing sample from this game:

"The ceiling takes the brunt of this cacophony, letting only the occasional squealing triode echo back towards the floor only to be squelched by its own impenetrable membrane."

This game has four locations and no way to end it, as far as anyone has found. His last game.