Manifold Mischief

Recently, I spent several weeks on Syntax grinding merv rep, and then grinding through the 12.X missions three times, and then grinding endl...

Sugar Shack 64: The Year in Review Another year has come and gone! For many of us, 2008 was a colossal bummer from beginning to end. My li...

A recent update shows the devs' pre-occupation with dotting i's and crossing t's. Though possibly 90% of the player population ...

As the code trickled and faded last night from my eyes, I felt unaccountably nervous. I had done so many exile missions (hundreds!), made s...

Thoughts on Inventory Way back in beta, inventory was a source of agony. We had just as many tabs as now, but each was only half as big. I...

Sugar Shack 60: Before You Die It’s so easy to get jaded. You have your Flaming Eye Trench, your Awakening Jacket, your Beta loot, and you...

Sugar Shack 59: Rickshaw: The Inner Void If you’re like me, and have gotten used to the control-freak high-maintenance Exiles like the Weav...

In a certain not-very accessible byway of Shirakaba, stands Yuusuke Akayama (222, -4, 136). He looks like one of us: the open-necked shirt,...

The Seamstress, one of the more sedate, less abrasive Exiles, may be found in Saikung, at 408. -10. -242. She is near the T-intersection, ...

Sugar Shack 56: Grace in Furihata: Intriguing Loose Ends Unlike the run-of-the-mill exiles who lurk in seedy bars or tony nightclubs, Grace...

Sugar Shack 55: Operetta: Discordant Diva Operetta hangs out in Akasaka (227, 1, 67), in the basement of Pandora. Like so many Exiles, she...

Sugar Shack 54: Serving the Blues Normally, I love winter. I love the subtle susurration of falling snow against my windowpanes. I love h...

Some Exiles stand on dumpy street corners, like pirated DVD pimps. Others preside over even dumpier nightclubs. Some find their own venues, ...

After too many months in the Desert of the Real, I return to surveying the Exile contacts and their missions. They’re a great way to get lo...

And now I turn my weary brown pumps to the Far East, the Asian glories of rice and seaweed, the last district to yield its exotic, exilic se...