Valentina Ozieri Whore ❤️

About Naples

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

The nuraghe Mannu of Ozieri in legend

After the storm, I head to the bar on Via Cagliari. I need a drink, ya know? I walk in, and the place is packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the storm. I grab a beer, and this guy next to me starts talking about the old days. He’s reminiscing about how Ozieri used to be. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to enjoy my drink!” But he’s got stories, man.

Figure 4. The oxhide ingot from Ozieri, Sassari province, S. Antioco...