The conclusion to Min’s saga is nearly here!
‘Bone to Pick’ Synopsis
Min only wants to put her ordeal at Frost behind her, but what if going public with what happened would protect the people she loves?
It’s been nearly a year since non-binary artist Min Lee’s harrowing last month working at Frost International, and she’s finally free of them.
Well… except for the fact that her best friend Henry is still in upper management at Frost HQ. Oh, and that her housemate and her housemate’s boyfriend still work for Frost. Furthermore, Min is anonymously contracting graphics to Frost Marketing so she can save up enough money to pay off her credit card debt and finally return to university to study fine art.
It seems that everywhere Min turns, she can’t get away from Frost. To make matters worse, one of the CEOs has it in for her best friend.
Henry’s friend and union lawyer Natalie Heiser proposes a solution: launch a lawsuit and public campaign against Frost for Min’s wrongful dismissal, promising that a successful outcome would mean a culture change at Frost and a better work environment for her friends.
Even though Min is still figuring out the finer details of her non-binary identity, she’s comfortable enough with who she is now. But as comfortable as she is privately, is she ready to defend her complicated identity against the devious & handsome ‘True Blue Aussie’ CEO who’s in bed with most of Australia’s media?
Bone to Pick is the tense, dramatic conclusion to Min’s long journey of self-discovery, self-acceptance and living authentically.
I’ve just finished playing Shadow of the Tomb Raider: read my thoughts on it.
NOTE: There are minor spoilers here and I certainly talk in detail about elements I am happy and unhappy with, but there are no game-ruining spoilers and I haven’t spoiled the plot-twists.
“I’m going to tell your poor mother her daughter is a pirate!” was the first thing my snotty goody-two-shoes ex-neighbour told me when I showed up on her doorstep with a bag of gold.
I looked at my gold. “You don’t want this?” I asked her, and then theatrically shrugged. “Alright, I’m sure I can find someone else who’ll take a free bag of—”
She snatched it out of my hand, made a frustrated noise at me, and then stormed back inside her house and slammed the door right in my face.
I stood there for a moment with my nose to the wood and my eyebrows in my hairline. Hmm.