a beautiful day in the neverhood

What ever happened to the Neverhood gang? I just realized that I got them confused with Neversoft, who make Tony Hawk's Pro-Skater and Underground titles. It looks like they haven't done anything since Boombots. Casualty of Gamespot's remarkably harsh grading? Everyone who actually bought the game seems to hold it in high regard, when one compares the official GS score to the User score.

Update: Ask and I shall receive, apparently. Doug TenNaple has quit with games and is doing movies and comics. A group within the Neverhood crew tried to make a go of it as Monkeytropolis, but it didn't work out.

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“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he

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