Journey

I’m not amused with [my companion’s] distinct lack of direction after five minutes of aimless greeting. “Well, on we go,” I say to its blinking face. It glyphs at me twice. I walk toward the mountain, saying, “No, c’mon, this way.” It runs back to the gaggle of cloth, glyphing and jumping in place. I stand beneath it, stamping my virtual foot. It doesn’t seem to notice. “I’m going on without you. Don’t call me. We’re through.” I tramp off into a sulky temple ruin.

– Dan Crabtree

Runner Up: Dishonored