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Springfire Magazine showcases the voices, ideas, and work of Rock Hill High School students, including poetry, fiction, art, research, history, science, music, video, and more.
The Arrest
The man sat in the windowless room, a pane of reflective glass beside him. Behind that, the judges...
High School Reality
It was at that moment that I knew I had completely lost my mind I started spiraling out of control...
Frankenstein
I do not understand. My breath is short, my limbs weak A dull roar plays endlessly within my mind,...
Werewolf
Why do you look at me in horror? I don’t mean to bite. And moon, what is your motive? You...
The Care of a Flower
To grow a flower, you need to care for it. Sure, you could simply place it in a pot and water it,...
Dopplegangers
This is a slideshow from Dr. Janus’s class for a project called “The Fantastical...
Springfire: The Game
Loosely based on the award-winning stage play, Arby's: The Musical, this is Springfire: The Game! Play as Springfire Magazine Chief Editor, Mr. Nannini, as you defeat clankers, avoid toxic cafeteria food, fight evil teachers, and try to save student work through the inspiring power of violence. Game reviewers love it!
Review 1: By GlitchyGamerGus
Rating: 0/10
The physics are so floaty I felt like I was controlling a helium balloon in a hurricane. That robot screaming "the sauce!" every time it dies isn't funny. It’s a violation of my eardrums. Save your bandwidth. This is just a buggy, flickering mess.
Review 2: By ProfessorPixelHater
Rating: 0/10
If you ever wanted to play as a failed English III teacher wandering around a "Cat Emporium" looking for "Mystery Sandwiches", this is for you. Mr. Nannini is the most boring, unmotivated protagonist I've ever had the displeasure of moving with a joystick. Please, stick to the syllabus, pal, and leave game design to someone who actually understands fun.
Review 3: By BroadwayBoycott
Rating: 0/5
I survived the original Arby’s the Musical, and this game is the unwanted, glitchy sequel that absolutely nobody asked for. It captures the exact same desperate, corporate-grease energy as the stage show, but somehow makes it less entertaining because I have to physically control the disaster. If the musical was a train wreck, this game is the pile of debris left on the tracks.
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PopularDon’t Forget Me
If you hate mejust tell meso I can know when to stop kindlingthe white coalsburning the skin off...
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Top RatedThese Photographs of Mine
Instant photographs tainted by my desperation. The polarizing filter couldn’t break my...
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The man sat in the windowless room, a pane of reflective glass beside him. Behind that, the judges...
