The first day draws late, the clock has struck midnight and there are still a boat load of creatures stirring. Pizzas have been ordered. Beers have been drunk. Sine waves have been coerced into staying within their immutable boundaries, like good little functions.
On top of that, our Doodler of Fortune has returned from building real things out of wood and watching horsies to present us with a style guide!
Now to get this into the game and see if we can’t have something playable before the Sandman claims what remains of our sanity.