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Little Wins is a cross-platform game and application design, development, and deployment studio. We keep our message simple, big ideas grow from lil’ wins. Our process, principles, and execution revolve around breaking down scopes and winning the details.  Read more about our background, our games, or play along in [story mode].

xoxo, @lilwins

The Moment I Saw Your Eyes

The Moment I Saw Your Eyes, our submission to Cipher Prime’s Dev Night August Game Jam.  The theme, develop a game inspired by a song title from the band Oasis.  We chose “The Moment I Saw Your Eyes” and made a fast-paced 4-player competitive shooter for MacOS.   After 3 days of development we realized the song was a barbershop quartet entry in the 2011 Sweet Adelines International Quartet Contest, Semi-Final Round.  Undeterred by Spotify’s lack of differentiation with the quartet’s British counterparts, we pressed on.  The goal of the game, hunt down your opponents and look them in the eyes, first to look shoots the other player.  Or better put, the Moment I Saw Your Eyes, I Died.


Mac OSX 10.6+

4 x XBox 360 controllers

USB hub

the Tattiebogle driver

Download via Gumroad
We’ve decided to release The Moment I Saw Your Eyes as Pay-What-You-Want.  Download for free or pay any amount over $1.  We thank all of our patrons who continue to support our growth and progress.




Introducing FAB Friends

Partnering with restaurateur-turned-entrepreneur Jonathan Makar, we launched FAB Friends, a professional social network for the food and beverage industry.  Available online and on iOS, the app helps the service industry find what they are looking for, whether that be a new gig or a shift to fill.


Cisneros iPad App

Little Wins recently worked with design agency Blue Cadet to launch an iPad app as part of the Cisneros art exhibit for The Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.  The app features a bi-lingual interface built on top of Apple’s Core Data for unimpeded access to the collection’s rich history, theories, creation details, and artist publications.  Available in the iTunes App Store.



On tech blogs and procrastination.

For those of you who write tech blogs, we salute you.  Without you, we wouldn’t know our bitcoins from our bitmaps.  When we set out to cover all the tech that we’ve been pushing lately, like core data in enterprise applications and continuous integration with Jenkins and component-based architecture in Unity, we blanked.  The words wouldn’t come to us.  Then we stalled.  Hard stalled.  The kind of epic stalling you only come across in 3-year-old first-born sons learning to potty train.  And then we wrote a story about 3-year-old first-born sons forming a big wheel gang dressed in full larping regalia unleashing every fire hydrant in the city, dropping the water table well below what’s necessary to keep the toilets flushing properly.  And while that story will remain under wraps until we find complimentary stock photography, we started writing another story that we think might tickle some fancies.  We’ll post as we write, and sometimes we might go back and rewrite.  So without further ado (and this has been some serious ado’ing), we present @lilwins’ first foray into self-published creative writing, the story of Antares.


Antares: The Lecture

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Institute for Astrophysics, MIT, Cambridge, Massachusetts

John walks to the podium in front of the lecture hall before looking up to access his audience.  It’s his ritual, seeded in the belief that one day he’d look up and there would be no one there.  That would be his last day as an adjunct professor at MIT.

Today would not be that day.  His class had tripled in size since he suspended lectures three weeks ago.  His course “Antares and Supergiants”  needed a complete rework since the announcement.  His students would want to know what was happening, and the global astronomer’s community decided to collectively “pause” the dissemination of information until all research, findings, and theories could be discussed internally.  John is one of the 112 astronomers and scholars invited to the private listserv, his 10-year study on star life cycles and supergiants a major input to that discussion.


Antares: Traffic Report

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WHDH-TV NBC 7, Boston, Massachusetts

Liv’s brain hurt.  Not a dull headache hurt, but the kind of sharp stabbing pain that makes your stomach quease any time you move.  She looks across the room at the wall of televisions, streaming non-stop coverage.  It had been this way since the story broke.  First MSNBC.  Then Fox.  Then by the time CNN had it, WHDH-7 was all hands on deck.  They even woke up Sam, Liv’s 5AM shift partner who had been sleeping in the basement coffee shop after an ugly split with his wife.  Since the news broke, for what sleep was to be had, he savored at home.  So there’s that.

Liv checks the mirror a final time before her cut-in during the Today Show.  It was only a three minute segment, but it was dedicated to her traffic report.  If she wants a shot to jump from the balcony’s green screen down to the main floor’s news desk, she has to nail the details every single time.  There wasn’t much competition.  She is the youngest and prettiest of the on-air talent.  But this is NBC, not FOX, and youth always gives way to the hardened veterans.  That and the brass is not terribly fond of her personal instagram account.  But if they weren’t going to feature her, she’d do the job herself.


Antares: Patrick Bale Agency

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Patrick Bale Agency, Boston, Massachusetts

“We need a face if this thing is going to work.”

Arthur Bale scans the room passing from person to person looking for a response.  What he offered wasn’t that novel of an idea.  He’s an ad man.  And that’s what ad men do, recommend things like faces and boobs and bigger and more thinking.  Yet the room isn’t following.  He lands on Thomas Motley, newly anointed Chief Marketing Officer for the Human Preservation Agency, the US government’s response to the current crisis.  Next to Arthur, he’s the biggest balls in the room.

“We came for your expertise, Arthur.  I could get an intern to suggest a spokesperson PSA.”  Motley’s team hadn’t traveled far to the doors of Patrick Bale, an independent ad agency in the heart of Boston Common.  It’s a straight shot on Amtrak up the Northeast Corridor.  But he provided Arthur little notice about the visit, a single text message as he boarded the train.  And yet he still expects more.

Arthur continues, “Not a spokesperson.  Not a PSA.  A face.”


Antares: Introduction

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You have ten years left to live.  The day, the date, the time, they are all set.  You are told this by the news, a friend, a teacher, a lover.  You hear the words, maybe they’re repeated, maybe not.  They are foggy at best.  Grey.  Cloudy.  Dazed.  You now have a clock that runs in the back of your head.  Every morning, tick tock, and every evening, tick tock.  Never to stop.  Until your time is up.

Imagine if everyone everywhere was told this same thing.  10 years.  The end.  The earth will no more be.  Not a disease or sickness that breeds hope and unity around a cause.  No more Earth.  Everything gone.

What does humanity do with it’s remaining time?

[story mode] continue.


Our next title

“Our next title will be a rougelike shmogelike pougelike tougelike hoagelike croagelike fougelike battle arena.”

– lilwins in an interview with Polyformer.