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Entry 012: Big Picture Fail; Passions...

Yeah, you likely already know that Steam is laying a massive turd on me in the form of starting with a feature I never use because it doesn't work on my hardware and it is not interesting enough for me to even want to bother with. Here's the thing. As of this blog, the night before, Steam was running just fine. I rarely muck about with settings, though I do intend to change a few things if I ever migrate from Yahoo (yeah I hate that email client but getting set up on another is tedious as well as too many hoops to jump through).

I never bother with Big Picture, though I did notice that Steam can be told to start in Big Picture mode. I always leave this off, but I do wonder if a Steam update forced this option on, and if there's a way to reverse that outside the client. If not, I am screwed. I have a lot of time and resources invested, and getting refunds for that just because I only get $440 a month via disability and have 2008 hardware that runs like garbage (it is garbage and I got ripped off but had no clue back then), is not going to happen.

So, I'm asking for help, that I'm very unlikely to receive. You already know that I cannot accept digital payments, and are unwilling to aid me otherwise, so I'll take tips on fixing this stupid problem with Steam.   -------   "WhY dOn'T yOu JuSt GeT a JoB?"
About the only job I could get is selling myself on the streets, as bad as it is for those like me with no job experience and no college degree...gee, thanks US government...

Even if I could get a job, I'd likely find myself working some manual labor crap that would not pay me but bare bones, and cause me duress, stress, and strain that would completely annihilate my sanity, what's left of it, as well as my mental stability, which is a balancing act as is. I'd last a few weeks at such a job. Now, is that fair? No, not to me, not to the employer either. One can not just 'get a job'; the work has to fit the person, not the other way around. Segue to...   My passions. I am a creative writer, a gamer, a game dev, among other things that don't equate to workable skills. Problem: there's no job market for me in this because my skills in game dev are mainly in using a damn engine and requiring help from others in my weak points, and creative writing is something I can't do consistently.

Anyway, this is why I'm so angry. Above all, this impacts my passions massively. I do have the archived version of VX Ace, but that's just it. I don't want to rely on that solely. I can't, actually, since Degica is an asshole about archived RM engines, even if I have a legitimate version. Damn you, VALVE!!!!

Well, if this is how this is going to pan out, this will likely be the end. There's a bridge not far from here...   Edit, Addendum + Update:
@Kayzee, dearest love, helped with using a single command line addition that I never would of thought of otherwise.
I also put that up on the Help forums on Steam.
https://steamcommunity.com/discussions/forum/1/1747892868508766812/
Now Steam runs just fine, but the thing is... in my settings, Big Picture on startup is unticked. So, it makes one wonder if somehow, someway, there's some hidden away setting or flag that allowed Big Picture to start when starting Steam. Not that I have to worry about it now since I intend to not allow Steam to run it (I'll use that shortcut instead-no problem).

Of course, all this, it still adds up to unfair and unearned stress that wasted my time and everyone else's too. For that, I apologize on Valve's behalf since they won't. They likely wouldn't care...grrrr...

:(

PhoenixSoul

PhoenixSoul

 

sponsored PEOPLE GO MISSING ALL THE TIME

People disappear all the time. People reappear all the time. But disappearing and reappearing without much fanfare, the situations and circumstances often being all hush-hush, and with new, deadly looking wounds and scars, often after your supposed death, is something rarely heard of. In fact, outside of Revenant, Oregon, where I now live, I had never come across anything like it.   I first noticed it when I moved here, and a man by the name of Jacob disappeared. No investigation was made. The higher ups at the company he worked for paid off the local law enforcement. The second weird thing was how a few days later, people saw him walking the streets at night. He supposedly showed up in a blurry security camera image outside of a morgue. Some people claimed they could made out a Y-incision on his bare chest and stomach, clearly from an autopsy, or a dissection, or a vivisection, or something to that effect. As soon as any of this was brought up though, it was drowned out by other things, and it seemed all too purposeful. It seemed too much like it was being covered up.   This pattern kept popping up. People would go missing, or have all the evidence lead to their death, only for them to reappear at night, in graveyards, in morgues, in hospitals, on grainy CCTV footage, in blurry pictures. But all evidence that they reappeared would disappear.   In one case I remember, one girl’s entire existence was completely erased. Most of the people have forgotten about her, and her family refuses to acknowledge she ever existed. Her name was Marina Northwood. I can’t even search for her on the internet, and she was a moderately known social media influencer. Every trace of her has been wiped clean, except for what people remember of her, and one blurry picture of her standing in a graveyard.   Marina’s girlfriend, Eleanor, reportedly killed herself a year after her girlfriend’s disappearance. Police found the knife, and the blood and fingerprints were her own, but they never found a body. A few days later, somebody saw her in an alley between some houses, late one night. That person has since withdrawn the statement, but I refuse to believe that they lied. This wasn’t the first time, and it most certainly wasn’t the last.   The next one I remember is a guy I want to say was named Tyrone, but I can’t remember exactly. His best friends confessed to getting into a drunken fight with him, and murdering him. The body was never found. The friends swore they never hid the body. In fact, one of them claimed that his dead friend got up, and attempted to smash his head open on a desk. He certainly had the injuries to prove it, but he later withdrew the statement.   I normally wouldn’t go anywhere with this story, I would just keep it to myself, but I turned the news on tonight, and lo and behold, another disappearance. A young woman, Monica Brian, age 21. Her blood, hair, fingernails, a tooth, and some ripped up fabric were found near a dumpster in an alley. Her body was nowhere to be found. Nobody has seen or heard from her in three days.   Has anyone else witnessed anything like this? Have you come into contact with anyone who has disappeared like this, only to reappear much later? Have you disappeared like this, only to reappear much later? If you know anything about this, please let me know. I have to know. I have to know what is going on here.

Verdiløs Games

Verdiløs Games

 

Odinspawn

The Andoran Concordat     During the climax of the Great War, several Time Mages interfered in order to bring the conflict to a close. The death of Icen had drawn a line in the sand. It had gone too far. The world leaders from every nation involved in the war were abruptly teleported to High Rock Plateau in the country of Andora. It was here that the Andoran Concordat was forged. Over a period of three days, the Time Mages endured tireless debates as they convinced the leaders of each nation that this war could not, and would not be allowed to continue. In the end, it took threat of further force to subdue the bloodlust of the Odinkin Empire. Each nation signed the concordat, agreeing to an new era of peace. Borders were negotiated, and the conflict smoldered out over the following decades.         Zenobia    In the era following the Andoran Concordat, the Odinkin Empire once again fell back into internal conflict. Over the next two mortal eras, their Empire evolved and shifted like the sands their new Empire sits upon today.   According to legend, the Zenobian Desert was once a sea of lush, windswept green plains and dense, fertile forests. But somehow, somewhere along the line, it became an arid, destitute ocean of unforgiving dunes. Despite these harsh conditions, the ancient city of Zenobia has managed to not only flourish, but excel. Zenobia is a massive, technologically advanced, desert metropolis. An empire seeking to conquer and erase the old world. Using their far superior technology, they sweep the vast continent committing genocide, and establish new Zenobian cities atop the ruins and corpses. They have been crushing their fellow Odinkin nations, one after another, solidifying a new, glorious Empire of Odinspawn.   The desert city is divided in two. The core of the city is awe inspiring. Buildings that tower into the sky. Wealth and luxury for every man and woman. Highly advanced technology ingrained into daily life. Outside the core, beyond the walls and defenses, the people of the slums suffer in poverty and oppression, living in crudely built structures under terrible conditions. They do not hold official citizenship, and are afforded none of the basic services such as fire prevention, law enforcement, or adequate medical care.   Zenobia is ruled by the Ducrinus royal family. They have governed over Zenobian lands for centuries, and have become synonymous with Zenobian culture and politics. Hector Ducrinus is the aging, stricken Emperor. Disease has confined him to his bed chambers, and he clings to life support as his oldest son, Lucius, keeps the Empire running. Sarovoc, the youngest, is the President of Zenobia Prime, a technological and energy powerhouse that controls and supplies all of Zenobia's energy.       Sarovoc Ducrinus (I've already been informed that it rings similarly to Sephiroth. It was not the intention, and I hadn't realized until I was informed. It's a name I've been using for characters in games for some time. My go-to warrior or mage build name. Zenobia is inspired by Midgar. I've never denied that. Final Fantasy VII is a big part of what this story pays homage to, but it retains an identity of its own.)   Sarovoc is a cold, calculated and cruel man. A product of Hector's signature brand of upbringing, and the brutal training of Hogo Marks, Hector's specialist instructor. He loathes both his father, and brother for their cruelty toward him. He desires the throne more than anything, and there is nothing he will not do to sit upon it as rightful Emperor of Zenobia. His first move is to remove his father from the board, unplugging his life support. He attempts to frame his brother, and leaks information surrounding the incident to the Zenobian press. This creates enough of a disturbance to allow Sarovoc to assassinate Lucius, blaming a rogue sycophant looking to avenge Hector.   Sarovoc becomes the Emperor Zenobia.

That One NPC

That One NPC

 

The Lore

Much of this has been boiled down and summarized to spare you the agony of long, winded explanations.   THE LORE
  The first era (an era is 1000 years) of mortals was harmonious and productive. Civilizations were built and flourished. Cultures interacted, traded and learned from one another, coexisting peacefully through a time when this world was an idyllic paradise. Near the end of this era, infighting between Odinspawn nations began to erupt, resulting in a three-hundred year period of bloodshed and conflict that had been hardwired into their physical makeup by Odin himself. When the dust had settled and the bones had sank into the earth, only one mighty empire of Odinkin remained. But the centuries of expansion and bloodshed had left them with a taste for power and war.   They set their sights on Whiteguard.       The White War     The White War was a long and brutal one. Whiteguard had superior warriors, leadership, equipment and tactics. Odinkin had the sheer force of numbers. Legions of warriors who believed that the worth of an individual could be decided only on the battlefield. War had become the focal point of their culture and spirituality. Despite never making much ground in the grand scheme of the war, Odinspawn would not yield, nor relent in their pursuit of victory. It wasn't long before the Bahamir came to the aid of Whiteguard, creating an alliance to crush the Odinkin foe, putting them back in their place. Feeling left out, Hades decided to directly interfere.   In a shocking twist, Black Mages joined the battle, not as allies of Odinspawn, but enemies of Whiteguard and their Bahamir allies. This resulted in the equivalent of a World War, and mass destruction of the civilizations and relationships they built. Hades had interacted with mortals, commanding his Black Mage tribes to destroy Whiteguard, the Bahamir Dynasty, and then the world of Odinkin. This was the first transgression of the Pantheon, and Bahamut's heart was breaking as he watched his beloved creations fall into chaos.   The war came to a climax with one crucial battle at the Plains of Turra. Each of the races amassed their forces for what would be the largest battle in the history of the White War. Aroused by the prospect of the destruction about to unfold, Hades joins the battle alongside his Black Mages. As the fight begins, Hades is raining down an unholy brand of death upon the battlefield. Feeling the loss of every White Mage, Alexander joins the fight, going head to head with Hades. Feeling as if it were only fair at this point, Odin, Sleipnir and Gilgamesh begin to do what they do best; make violence seem like an art form. It takes hold like a domino effect, and one by one deities join the battle (the Bahamuts, Ramuh, Shoat and Doomtrain not withstanding). When Bahamut has had enough, he steps in. And his wrath is absolute, however just.   The cloudy sky rips open and Bahamut ZERO penetrates the atmosphere, hitting the battlefield with a Tetra Flare, killing the armies of all involved parties. Only the soldiers present. Only the soldiers carrying the torch of that war. Only those actively committing the bloodshed.    Every deity, including the Bahamuts, were sealed in a state it's hard to really explain, but I call it an 'Essence.' They exist, but are frozen in time so that they cannot think, act or use magic until a mortal possessing their Essence 'summons' them. At which point, said mortal individual can command their will. The deity knows what you want it to do, you don't even have to speak. An Essence must exist in either an object crafted by a mortal, or a humanoid mortal being. It is impossible to destroy the essence of a deity.   Bahamut placed the deities in objects in the possession of the Bahamir Dynasty.              The Fall of The Bahamir Dynasty     In the era following the White War, chaos would once again take hold on mortals. Struggling to understand what had happened, and mourning their fallen, there was a brief time of peace for contemplation. When Bahamir diplomats traveled abroad to inform world leaders of the artifacts they now possessed, war over the prospect of obtaining such power was inevitable. Another world war ensued, and the Bahamir Dynasty was picked apart by the rest of the divine races. One by one artifacts fell as regions were defeated and failed to evacuate the artifacts in time.       The Great War     In the centuries to follow, the races one again met of the battlefield, with another world war ensuing. Without Bahamut to step in, the scale of destruction surpasses the White War. During the chaos and bloodshed of the battle, Phoenix strikes Icen down, killing him (this was important because in the written story Shiva was the first deity uncovered by a female antagonist named Lyra Stratta. When she 'summoned' her, she was unfrozen from that moment when she was about to Diamond Dust the entire battlefield to avenge her son. Instead she ended up killing a small element of Zenobian special forces that were accompanying Lyra, thousands of years later. It was how the entire process and purpose of the 'summons' as actually introduced and demonstrated, and a great symbolic moment for Lyra). That climactic battle saw an end to the war when several Time Mages interfered. The summons were gathered by force, placed in artifacts, and hidden away.   The Bahamir retreated into the wilderness. They formed several large tribes, one containing the Imperial family. They remained on the move in dense, unsettled northern and eastern lands. Their sole purpose to protect the Bahamuts.   The Empire of the Odinspawn claimed the larger victory over Whiteguard in the war, and enslaved many of them during the long exchanges of the conflict. Whiteguard worked out borders and were permitted to keep their capitol.   Black Mages denounced Hades, Essences and Magic. They retreated to the savage wilderness of the Veldt, generally considered uninhabitable due to the harsh ecosystems. They remained tribal for all five mortal eras, developing an extremely advanced martial art oriented around mastering the senses enough to defeat armed foes using nothing but mind, body and spirit.   Each Essence was hidden away in a secret location, with only the three Bahamuts remaining on the run.     Over the next three mortal eras, the wars are forgotten. The Essences are forgotten.

That One NPC

That One NPC

 

The Pantheon

Trying to structure the lore in a way that it would feed a world I could then build a story off of, I kept coming back to the 'Summons', and the dilemma of how I would adapt them into my story. It only felt natural to make them the gods of this world. It was both challenging and fun to not only build a pantheon of Final Fantasy Gods, but develop lore that would make them work in the traditional sense.        THE PANTHEON     In the beginning, there was only Bahamut. Guardian of the cosmos and creator of worlds.
  Greater Gods Bahamut created ten Greater Gods that would help shape the features and physics of our game world.   Ramuh Wise, powerful sage and Lord of Time.   Alexander Brave, exalted paladin and Lord of Light.   Hades Shadowy, fiendish sorcerer and Lord of Darkness.   Odin Vicious, mounted general and Lord of War.   Palidor Wild, ferocious bird of prey and Lord of Thunder.   Ifrit Furious, smoldering demon and Lord of Fire.   Titan Towering, mighty cyclops and Lord of Earth.   Shiva Stern, malevolent huntress and Goddess of Ice.   Siren Beautiful, deadly mermaid and Goddess of Water.   Sylph Nimble, furtive nymph and Goddess of Wind.
  Lesser Gods Each Greater God created one or more Lesser Gods.   Neo Bahamut Bahamut created Neo Bahamut from the core of a young star.   Bahamut ZERO Bahamut created Bahamut ZERO from a ferocious black hole.   Shoat Ramuh created Shoat from a ripple in the Time Stream.   Crusader Alexander created Crusader from a shard of his sword.    Diablos Hades created Diablos from the darkness of the underworld.   Doomtrain Hades created Doomtrain from the restless souls of the dead.   Gilgamesh Odin created Gilgamesh from the fiery soul of his horse, Sleipnir, and the essence of the warrior from Gungnir, his sword.   Quezicotl Palidor created Quezicotl from a collision of lighting bolts.   Phoenix Ifrit created Phoenix from a breath of fire.   Golem Titan created Golem from a chunk of rock from the earth.   Icen Shiva created Icen from a lock of her hair.   Leviathan Siren created Leviathan from a stampeding river.   Typhoon Sylph created Typhoon from a raging tornado.
  Children of The Gods Five species of humanoids were created to populate and cultivate the planet.   Bahamir First, Bahamut created a special race of warriors. Their vast empire maintained peace and stability for centuries in the First Era.   Odinspawn Odin set forth, creating masses of stock humans all across the world. They were primitive, and drawn to war by their very nature.   Time Mage Ramuh took his time before creating another special race of humans. The Time Mages are powerful and reclusive. They have watched over the world for centuries from the peaks of Mount Ramuh.   White Mage Alexander took pride and care to create the denizens of Whiteguard. Skillful, intelligent healers, oracles and paladins.   Black Mage Ever the astute, cunning God, Hades created Black Mages last. He carefully studied the creation of each species and crafted a blunt force tool he perceived to be superior to the rest. Taller, stronger, and capable of tapping into each of the elements in addition to the forces of the Underworld.
  Palidor, Ifrit, Shiva, Titan, Siren, and Sylph created the elemental magics and forces, and the vast array of creatures upon the earth.

That One NPC

That One NPC

 

Red Army Files: 001 (PROJECT WAIFU)

The following LOL Instant Messenger conversation was found on the laptop of Paul de Vroom while Yuu R Johnson scoured it for information. It was deemed too hilarious not to share around. TIMESTAMP: 10:30 AM Xx_redleader_xX
Paul I need you to deliver a box of weapons to the armoury in the lab. The lab boys accidentally created something that might try to kill us all if it escapes. -lemondemon
It’s my smoke break. Can’t it wait? Xx_redleader_xX
No. Go do it. I’ll give you an extra smoke break after. -lemondemon
Alright.   TIMESTAMP: 11:15 AM Xx_redleader_xX
Paul.
Paul why did you give the weapons to my tentacle monster? -lemondemon
I tripped and it picked them all up. Xx_redleader_xX
Great.
Great now I have a knife wielding tentacle monster.
A KNIFE WIELDING TENTACLE MONSTER.
How is that even useful?
Go ahead. Explain to me how that is even remotely useful. -lemondemon
You can throw your enemies in there with it? Xx_redleader_xX

For that idea alone I’m letting you keep your smoke breaks.   TIMESTAMP: 4:03 PM Xx_redleader_xX
I just thought of another use for Naifu Waifu. -lemondemon
What use is that? Xx_redleader_xX
Throw in people who disappoint me. You have to get at least one knife away from her before I’ll let you out. -lemondemon
When will you try this out? Xx_redleader_xX
Right now.
With you.
Good luck!

AutumnAbsinthe

AutumnAbsinthe

 

eddsworld life after the end Ani-Mayhem

Matt was staring into the security mirror when he heard edd gasp. “To the zoo!” he rushed past him towards the car, cola and a newspaper in each hand. Tom just sighs and pays for the cola before taking a swig from his flask and quickly following after him, grabbing matt as he passes and dragging him away from the mirror. It only takes a few minutes in the car before all the cola is gone and they’re pulling into an old, decrepit parking lot. edd rushes through the rusting gate past an unenthusiastic teen, who doesn’t even bother asking them to pay. Tom and Matt walk in and look around curiously. Tom is inexplicably drawn to the turtles for some reason and Matt starts posing for all the security cameras. Edd runs all over until he spots it! A TIGER! He bolts over and hops over the waist high fence between the viewing platform and the chained up cat. “Hey! You can’t be in there!” a security guard hops the fence as well and charges after him as he approaches the snarling tiger. Edd turns to look at what made the sound as the guard trips and tumbles past him, coming to an abrupt stop when the tiger pounces.  Edd looks at the small crowd of people who stare in horror and shrugs, used to brutal violence at this point, and jumps a little when something lands in his hand. He looks at it to discover a set of keys. He starts towards the cat again, this time grinning and with the keys needed to free it. While the tiger is busy mauling a guy Edd doesn’t hesitate to hop right onto it’s back and unlock it’s collar. The tiger roars and bounds over the fence as people scream and scatter. ~meanwhile~ Tom grins as he leaves the turtle enclosure, very drunk and proud of himself for some inexplicable reason. The wonders the park for a few minutes before he spots the meerkats… and the chinchillas… and the lion cubs… ~meanwhile again~ Matt made pose after pose, running between cameras trying to get his best side from all angles. He doesn’t notice the screaming or crying as he sees a door with a big picture of a camera on it. “Yay! Photo booth!” he rushes in the door and is immediately entranced by all the monitors and buttons. He rushes up to the console and starts pressing every button he sees as the cameras start moving around frantically and fizzling one by one. He squeals in delight as he spots the biggest and reddest button he’s ever seen and slams his hand down onto it! “WARNING! WARNING! THE MASTER LOCK HAS BEEN DISENGAGED!” Alarms scream and matt bolts out of the room, giggling like mad. he is swept up in a crowd of people running out of the park, several bloody with gashes and one guy missing a hand, and somehow finds himself at the car where tom is closing the boot. “Hi Tim!” Tom jumps at Matt’s shout and turns with a drunken grin. A few little paws can be seen pressed up against the window. “Abou’ ‘ime you ga’ back! We ga’a go!” he slurred as he rushes matt into the back seat and hops into the passenger, rolling down the window and shouting out for edd. “EDD! GET YO’ AS’ TA DA CA’!” Their both startled by a thump on the top of the car and edd seeming to slide off the side, completely unharmed. “You two ready to go?” he gets into the driver’s seat as Tom and Matt nod rapidly. Edd drives home, uncaring of the crowd.  “Hey Edd! ‘Anna meet ma’ ‘ew fri’nd?” Edd nods at the odd question as a tiny cheetah cub pops it’s head out the neck of tom’s hoodie. “I’m gun’a name ‘im… spot!”

AutumnAbsinthe

AutumnAbsinthe

 

eddsworld life after the end Midnight Snack

It was a dark and stormy night when Edd, Matt and Tom went for a late night drive to go grab a midnight snack from the nearby corner store.
“Are we there yet?” Matt asked.
“That’s the fifth time you’ve asked,” Tom groaned.
“Actually yeah, we’re there this time!” Edd replied, “And it only took us three minutes!” The three walked in and looked around at the otherwise empty store, browsing the aisles and grabbing whatever suited their fancy.        Matt walked to the counter and set all their snacks down.
“Is anybody here?” he asked, looking around. He noticed Edd looking at more cola and Tom next to him, telling him about the history of the beverage and it’s original medicinal ingredients. Edd was laughing about it and the two were clearly making some kind of joke about it.
“What body?” somebody asked, popping up from behind the counter.
“What?” Matt asked.
“Nothing!” the person replied, laughing awkwardly, “There is no body! Only me!”
“Okay…?” Matt replied, “Can I buy these snacks?” The guy nodded.
“You’re in luck, because we’re having a free sale!” he said, “You get all of this stuff for free for the low low price of just leaving!” Matt thought for a moment.“But it looks like my friends need more time to finish getting everything they’d like,” he said. The guy behind the counter pulled a big, forced smile and nodded.
“Of course!” he said, “Just don’t leave that area.”        As if on cue, Tom’s bladder called for the toilet. He ran to the restroom, but was stopped.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the guy asked, sliding in front of the bathroom door.
“The toilet,” Tom replied, “Can I get in there?”
“No!” he replied suddenly, “It’s uh… Out of order. All of them. All broke. It’s tragic.”
“What’s all the red stuff?” Tom asked, noticing the red splotches on the guy.
“What do you think it is?” the guy asked, grinning a little. Tom took a small glance around the shop, noting the freshly painted red walls before replying, “Oh, you must be the painter.” The guy nodded.
“That’s right!” he replied, “I’m the painter! It’s paint! Now go find a bush- Wait, no. Go find a tree… Wait, no… Go find somewhere else to do your personal business.” Tom grumbled and walked outside.        Edd looked around. From his vantage point, he could clearly see an arm poking out from behind the counter. While the guy was distracted with Tom, he walked over to it and saw a whole dead body with several knives poking out. He gasped and took a step back. The guy sighed.
“See,” he said, “This is why I gave you guys the free discount. Now I have to make sure you aren’t gonna tell anybody I got mad at my boss and murdered everybody in the shop. Look what you’ve done!”        Suddenly, the guy pulled out a knife and chased after Edd. Tom noticed just as he was about to leave and quickly looked around for something to use against this guy. He found a packet of mustard and threw it under the guy’s feet, sending him slipping across the floor and into the wall. Tom quickly grabbed Edd and looked around.
“Where’s Matt?” Edd asked.        Matt, as it turns out, was grabbing boxes of biscuits. Everything was free, so why not stock up? It only took a few seconds for him to trip over the guy.
“Well then,” the guy said, “If it’s all the same to you, you need to pay for your midnight snack!”
“But I thought you said it was free!” Matt protested.
“The sale ended,” the guy replied, holding up his knife, “Now you have to pay…” Pause for dramatic effect…
“WITH YOUR LIFE!” Matt screamed and ran behind the counter of a deep fried Mars bar area.
“Don’t come any closer!” he cried, backing up to the deep fry containers. The guy walked closer. In a panic, Matt grabbed one of the baskets in the oil and threw it at him. The guy ran off screaming into one of the bathrooms.
“IT BURNS!” he yelled, “THIS STUFF IS BLOODY HOT! WHY?!”        Edd ran in after him.
“Why don’t I help you?” he asked.
“Would you?” the guy asked back. Edd shrugged.
“Here, close your eyes so I can get this stuff off you,” he said, taking off the basket and steering him into one of the stalls. He looked around before shoving the guy’s head in the toilet and running off.
“Let’s get our stuff and get out of here!” he yelled, grabbing the cola and running. Tom and Matt grabbed their stuff and ran out after him.

AutumnAbsinthe

AutumnAbsinthe

 

eddsworld life after the end Germhouse Rock

Edd walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, surprised to see Tom and Matt already there. “Hey Edd!” Matt chirped before taking a drink of milk though his crazy straw. “Morning,” Tom said, watching milk pour off his spoon and back into the bowl. “Hey guys,” Edd replied, pouring his own bowl, “You’re up early.” “Yeah, we decided to clean Matt’s room.” Tom looked at Edd. “Problem is, neither of us know what kind of chemical concoction we’d need to clean that mess.” “Oh, don’t worry!” Edd replied shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and mumbling some sort of concoction. “Alright then,” Tom sighed, “Once more in English?” “Follow me,” Edd said, leaving the table. Tom and Matt followed.   “Alright!” Edd said, “I need bleach, baking soda, vinegar, ammonia and dish soap.” “That sounds a little dangerous,” Matt said quietly. “Trust me, it’ll be fine!” Edd grinned, “This stuff’ll clean anything.” And so they mixed this concoction within Matt’s bedroom. The fumes filled the air almost immediately, sending the three running out of there for some actual breathable air. “That was a horrible idea!” Matt cried. “We just need it to calm down and we can get back in,” Edd smiled, “Don’t worry!”   Several hours later, they opened the door, only to find the room completely empty. “See?” Edd grinned, “What’d I tell you? It’s clean!” “MY EVERYTHINGS!” Matt screeched. Suddenly, a low growl came from within the closet. “Tom? Are you hungry or something?” Edd asked. “I thought that was you,” Tom replied. The three looked to the closet in terror. “It’s your room, you go check it,” Tom said, shoving Matt towards it. Matt nervously reached to the closet door. “Well open it,” Edd said, “It’s probably just Ringo.” Matt took a deep breath in and opened the door.   There for all three to see was a giant green germ monster filling the entire closet. Matt ran out of the room screaming at the top of his lungs. Tom and Edd glanced at each other, then at the monster. “Ew,” they said in unison. And then, it oozed out, leaving a slimy black residue in its wake. The two ran out and slammed the door shut. “To the cleaning aisle of the grocery store!” Edd yelled, dragging his two friends out to the car.   After a brief shopping trip, the three came back home, goggles pulled down, rubber gloves snapped on tight and spraybottles in hand, ready to fire at the onslaught of ickiness that awaited them inside. They all gasped as Tom opened the door. The interior was black and slimey, the goo monster sitting grossly in the centre of the room. “I’ll say it again,” Tom said, “Ew.”
“Agreed,” Edd replied, “Let’s get our house back!” The three charged in, spraying away.   The goo monster roared and shot a gooey limb out at Tom, who slipped and fell before being dragged into the monster, kicking and screaming. Edd and Matt hesitated, staring at the ghastly sight, then glancing at each other for a brief moment.
“I have an idea!” Matt called out to Edd as he dashed out the door, “You hold it off!” Edd sprayed it a few more times, waiting for Matt to come back. Matt was soon to return with the water hose.   “Not in the house, Matt!” is what Edd wanted to say, but all that came out was, “Oh.” as his friend turned the hose on and sprayed the entire house with water, blasting the blob into a disgusting puddle on the floor. Whistling as he worked, Matt then mopped it up. “How’s that for spring cleaning?” he beamed. Edd spat some water out and brushed his hair out of his eyes. “At least it’s gone,” he said, looking around. Tom shakily stood up.
“Tim!” Matt smiled, “You’re alive!”   Tom looked up slowly and grinned at the two as black slime oozed from his empty eyesockets. “Tom is gone,” he said, “Now the Virus will infect the world!” Matt smacked him with the mop and knocked him to the floor.
“No.”

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eddsworld life after the end Vanity Fair

“Matt, you’ve been in there for five hours!” Tom yelled, banging on the door, “Let someone else use the bathroom!” “Just give me a minute!” Matt replied, staring at his own reflection. Tom groaned in annoyance, bouncing outside the door impatiently. Matt smiled at himself in the mirror for a few minutes longer before opening the door and nearly being trampled by his flatmate, who shoved him out the door and slammed it. Cheerfully, Matt walked to the sofa and flopped onto it. “Oh, hey Matt,” Edd said, flipping through the channels in boredom. “What’s on?” Matt asked, running his fingers through his ginger strawberry blond hair. “Nothing.” Edd got up and turned on the DVD player. “Wanna watch Zombie Dinosaurs from Jurassic Island?” “Yeah!” Tom wandered back in as the movie started and sat beside Edd. “What’s on?” he asked. “Zombie Dinosaurs from Jurassic Island!” Matt replied excitedly. And so, the three watched the movie.   The next day, Tom and Edd met up at the breakfast table. “Morning,” Tom grogged tiredly as he reached into the freezer. “Morning,” Edd replied, eating a big spoonful of cereal, “Use the milk.” Tom pulled his chair out. “Why?” he asked, pouring vodka over his bowl of Eddsworld cereal. Edd sighed. “Have you seen Matt?” he asked. “Probably still sleeping.” Tom drank from the bottle before setting it on the table and adding, “Or staring at himself.” “I’ll go see if he wants to eat something,” Edd said, getting up. He walked to Matt’s quiet room and knocked on the door. “Matt?” he called, “Are you awake? We’re having breakfast.” He stood at the closed door and listened to the silence behind it. “Matt?” he called again, the soundlessness beyond, his only reply. He quietly opened the door. “Matt’s never this quiet…” he mumbled, stepping in. He glanced around at the unmade bed, the scattered beauty products, the photographs and drawings of Matt, the Matt doll on his bed, the beginning of a new novelty toy collection peeking out from underneath the bed and the odd lack of Matt. “Matt…?” he called again, before noticing a slight movement from the corner of his eye. He whipped around to face the antique full body mirror propped against the wall. Staring back at him was a reflection of himself with one key difference – the reflection’s eyes were glowing red. The door slammed behind him before he could leave and as he tried the knob, it wouldn’t turn.   Tom yawned and finished his cereal. “Yep,” he sighed, hearing the banging of Matt’s door, “It’s gonna be a long day.” He looked through the fridge and wrote down a short shopping list. “Edd, Matt, I’m gonna go grocery shopping!” he called into the back of the house as the banging subsided, “Call me if you can think of anything!” He quickly ran out the door, not to return until late in the evening. “I’m home!” he called into the now completely silent house, setting the bags of groceries down and kicking the door closed, “What’d I miss?” He walked off to Matt’s room and knocked on the door. “Are you two still in there?” he asked, “What are you doing?” “Why don’t you come in and see?” Edd replied, “Matt found this cool thing!” “Okay,” Tom shrugged as he opened the door, “Where are you?” He looked around for a moment or two before realizing just what a huge mistake he’d made as he set his eyes upon the lack of his two friends.   “They’re in here,” his reflection said, beckoning him closer. As Tom stepped forward, he didn’t even notice the door closing behind him. Drawn in by the image in the mirror, he barely noticed his slow, uneven steps as he shambled ever closer to his red-eyed reflection in a mesmerized and discombobulated hypnotic haze. The reflection reached his hand out and Tom reached his out to meet it. Their fingertips touched and the reflection dragged him into the mirror.   Edd stared at the newcomer with a sigh. “You too?” he asked. Tom pushed himself off the floor and nodded. “So, what is this?” he asked. “Matt got another magic mirror,” Edd replied in annoyance, “This time it’s a world of our worst fears. Just look at Matt.” He pointed to the rocking self absorbed huddle shivering in the corner and Tom turned him around and gasped as he saw that Matt’s entire face was missing. “What’s yours then?” he asked, turning back to Edd. “No more cola!” Edd exclaimed in anguish. Tom’s gaze floated to the ground in nervous thought before he looked at his friend once again. “Worst fears…?” he asked, feeling as if something was sneaking up behind him. He slowly turned, not wanting to look, hoping this was some weird drunk hallucination…   Then he ducked as a pineapple corer slammed into the opposing wall in the spot where his head was not a second previous. He watched as the pineapple corer dislodged itself from the wall and flung itself at him again. Tom nearly dodged the corer, but a bleeding scratch on his arm and a flash of pain revealed that he’d been hit. “Maybe I should take a moment to reflect on this,” Edd grinned as he ran off, “I’ll go think of a plan, you just keep on dodging!” Tom stared after his friend before narrowly escaping being gored again. “Hey, wait a second!” Edd exclaimed, spinning around with a great idea, “Tom, get in front of the mirror!” “Why?” Tom asked, jumping out of the way of the corer. “Think about it!” he replied, “How else would you escape a mirror?” “Oh!” Tom grinned as he dove in front of the mirror. The corer turned to face him and he ducked just in time as it broke the mirror, pulling the three flatmates back out. Edd grabbed it and threw it to the ground, shattering it completely.   “Now then,” he said, “I’ve spent a whole day without cola.” Tom paused for a moment, realizing he forgot something at the shop possibly more horrifying than a sentient pineapple corer launching itself at his face. “I know we were out this morning and you went shopping, did you pick up more?” Tom stared nervously at his cola addicted friend, before make a run for the door. “I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE COLA!”

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eddsworld life after the end Jurassic Zombehs

Edd lounged on the sofa in his smeg head shirt, watching reruns of the show from whence that phrase came. “We are talking jape of the decade,” one of the characters said, “We are talking April, May, June, July and August Fool. Yes, that’s right. I am Queeg.” Edd laughed. “Plot twist!” he shouted. “You’ve seen it before, Edd,” Tom said as he walked past. “It’s still funny,” Edd grinned. Suddenly, Matt skated in, staring at his reflection with a happy grin as he circled the table. Tom sighed and flopped onto the sofa. “It seems like we do the same thing every day,” he sighed, “We should do something a little more… I dunno… Interesting.” “Let’s worship me!” Matt grinned. Tom and Edd stared at him for a short while. “You first,” Tom sighed, resulting in Matt staring at himself in the mirror, forgetting all about the other two. “Wanna visit Fun Dead?” Edd asked. “Nah,” Tom replied. “You know,” Edd said thoughtfully, “We did get these tickets in the mail. Something about an island retreat of adventure and excitement.” “Is there a bar?” Tom asked. “Probably,” Edd replied. “Let’s go.”       It was a long boat ride and when they got off, they didn’t even realize the island was, aside from them and their fellow passengers, completely deserted. Travel exhaustion is a wacky thing that leaves you feeling a little off… Well, until your friend finds the bar and starts serving himself. Even then, you may not realize the true extent of how few people are there or that everyone you came to the island with is missing.     Edd and Matt wandered around, taking pictures and seeing the sights. Suddenly, a loud roar can from the forest. “Tom?” Matt called, “Is that you?” “I don’t think it’s Tom, Matt,” Edd replied. Loud thumping came from the forest, shaking the ground more and more as it got rapidly closer to the two. The two gasped. “A t-rex!” Matt exclaimed. “A zombie t-rex!” Edd yelled. “I’m gonna ride it!” Tom grinned, running out of the bar, “Matt, go run that way. I’m gonna climb up that tree and jump on it.” “Only if I get to ride it next!” Matt yelled, running in the direction Tom was pointing. The t-rex chased after him. “Can this vacation get any better?” Tom asked. “You bet Jurassican!” Edd grinned. Tom ran off and climbed the tree. He grinned, readying himself to jump on its back, only to be startled by a zombie brachiosaurus peeking into the tree he was in and roaring, causing him to fall out of the tree with a startled shriek. Being the great friend he is, Edd took a picture of the spectacle while laughing.       Tom scuttled backwards, away from the brachiosaurus and right into a nest of zombie compies. Naturally, he got up and ran off screaming. The dinosaurs chased after. After a few seconds, the t-rex decided to abandon Matt and chased after Tom, as well. Matt sighed in relief as he flopped against a tree. His relief wasn’t long lasting however, as a zombie raptor stepped out of some nearby bushes. He looked around frantically, only to see one to either side of him. Naturally, he ran of screaming.     Edd waved at the oncoming ship, trying to get its attention. It veered towards him just as Matt came bolting out of the bushes.
“EDDTHEREAREZOMBIEDINOSCHASINGAFTERMEANDTHEYMIGHTHAVEEATENTOMWEHAVETORUN!!!!!!!!!!” “What?” Edd asked, looking at him, only to see the three raptors chasing after him. Edd looked towards the ship, hoping it would speed up. But no, it slowed to a halt. “Of course,” Edd sighed. Then, out of nowhere, a zombie megalodon rose from beneath it, snapping it up between its jaws like the tastiest snack it’d ever had. “Alright, time to run!” Edd exclaimed, running after Matt. The two got to safety in the bar, hiding behind, well… The bar.       “Any idea where Tom is?” Edd asked. “Last I saw, he was being chased by a lot of them,” Matt replied, “He’s a goner for sure.” “Oh ye of little faith,” Tom grinned, rolling out of one of the cabinets, a bottle of vodka in hand. “TOM!” the two exclaimed in unison. “Turns out zombie dinosaurs are a liiiiiiiiiittle on the invincible side,” Tom said, taking a drink from the bottle. “We should build a boat,” Matt thought aloud, “Get off this island and back home.” “Did you not see what happened to the last boat?” Edd asked, “It got eaten by a prehistoric zombie shark!” “Cool!” Tom exclaimed with a grin, “In all seriousness though, we should really look for a way off this island.” The other two nodded and they all three headed out into the jungle.       “I’m tired of walking,” Matt groaned, “We’ll never get off this island.” Then, the zombie t-rex stepped in front of them. The made a b-line between the dinosaur’s legs, causing him to look so far down that he flipped onto his back with a gigantic THUD. They kept running until…. “Hey, look at this!” Tom said, picking up a gun lying on the ground, “Maybe this’ll keep those zombies at bay!” As if on cue, a zombie raptor ran in front of the three. With a grin, Tom shot at it, only to discover the gun had no bullets. His grin melted into panic and the three ran again, only to meet face-to-face with the t-rex. They ran in another direction, out onto the beach and saw a helicopter above them. They all jumped and waved and screamed, but to no avail. “Matt!” Tom yelled, “Do you still have that mirror?”
“Always!” Matt replied just as loudly. Tom grabbed it and reflected the sun off it.       “Hey, down there!” Yanov exclaimed, pointing down, “We’re being signalled!” Paul looked down. “Oh yeah,” he replied. Then, the sun reflected right into his eye.
“Gah!” he exclaimed, “They’re signalling at a bad angle, whoever they are!” “We’re going down, we’re going down!” Yanov shrieked. Patryck ran up and took the wheel, guiding them to a safe landing on the island. The three pilots stepped out. “We’re saved!” Matt yelled, “Hello! Save me! I’m pretty!” The three ran into the helicopter and before the pilots could say anything, Tom flew off. “THANKS!” he yelled down, “GOOD LUCK!” The pilots looked at each other, then behind them as a loud roar broke the awkward silence.       Tom landed them back at their home safe and sound and they all plopped onto the sofa. “I think we’re all agreed,” Edd said, “Let’s never go on vacation again.” The other two nodded in agreement. “Wanna watch something?” Tom asked. “How about Zombie Dinosaurs from Jurassic Island?” Matt suggested, earning a well deserved yet exhausted glare from his friends. “No.”

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eddsworld life after the end Fun Dead: Side B

NOTE: Before reading, watch Fun Dead! This won't make a whole lot of sense if you haven't seen it!   Eduardo looked out the window at the chaos outside. Blood everywhere.
“Another zombie apocalypse?” he growled, “Isn’t this the third one or something?”
“I think so!” Jon replied, “I’m not sure I’m ready for another one.”
“Our apocalypse storage ran out after that spirit infestation,” Mark added, “We really aren’t ready for this.”
“Guess we’ll have to brave the latest zombie apocalypse and go shopping,” Eduardo sighed, “Come on, get your coats. We don’t have all day and there’re hundreds of ‘em out there.” Eduardo opened the door and stopped for a second.
“Can somebody shut off that stupid car alarm?” he growled, “It’s been driving me nuts all day.”
“It’s been on for ten minutes,” Jon said a little sheepishly. Eduardo shot a quiet glare at him before grabbing a baseball bat and walking out. Mark and Jon followed him to the car and the three drove off to go get food.   When they got there, the shop was in shambles. Blood, guts and potential groceries were strewn about everywhere.
“We have to be careful,” Eduardo said, taking in the wreckage of the shop, “Let’s stick together and only get what we need.” And so, the three went shopping for food, getting only things that would last a long time, things that would store for another apocalypse. Unfortunately, this was a zombie apocalypse and it wasn’t long before the undead found their way inside the shop.   Eduardo glared at the zombies and readied his baseball bat.
“Mark, Jon, get behind me,” he growled, “You two are hopeless at fighting and I’d rather not have to deal with either of you being one of these brain-hungry losers.”
“Eduardo?” Jon asked quietly.
“Yeah?” he friend replied.
“I don’t know where Mark is…”   Mark walked down the street to another shop that might have more food, humming quietly and keeping an eye out for the zombies. Unfortunately, he didn’t notice the car barrelling down the road until it rushed through a blood puddle, splashing him with whoever’s blood it may have once been. He blinked in surprise and looked around.
“Who did that?” he asked himself, “I should probably follow that car. Maybe whoever’s in it can help us!” And with that thought, he ran after it.   Eduardo and Jon shoved the groceries in the car and drove home.
“Shouldn’t we try to find Mark?” Jon asked, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. Eduardo nodded.
“But for that,” he replied, “We’ll need a lot more than just a baseball bat. Last time I checked, we had some other blunt objects. Let’s go get them and go.” Jon looked out the window at all the zombies.
“If I get bitten, promise me you won’t let me turn,” he said. Eduardo glanced at him.
“I…”
He looked back at the road.
“I won’t let that happen.”   When they got home, they shoved the food in their emergency supplies and geared up. They grabbed cricket bats and lead pipes and Eduardo wrapped barbed wire around his bat. Jon put on a welding mask and Eduardo strapped a pair of gardening shears to his leg.
“Let’s go,” he said, opening the door back up and smashing a zombie in the face, “I ain’t in the mood to deal with these undead pendejos more than I have to.” They quickly ran out and got in the car. It wasn’t until that point that they realized neither of them knew how or where to actually find their missing friend. They drove around London until they ran out of gas which, to be fair, wasn’t a long time as Eduardo had forgotten to fill it up in the midst of the apocalypse that had been going on since winter. It was spring now and he still hadn’t found time to bother with that. Luckily, they caught sight of Mark in the midst of a zombie horde in an amusement park – and he was still alive! They grabbed their things and rushed in, killing zombies left in right in splatters of gore and guts, not noticing the other three survivors doing the same to other zombies.   “Mark!” Eduardo called out over the horde, “Mark, what are you doing?!”
“I came to find survivors!” he replied, rushing over with his groceries.
“Come on, we need to get gas for the car,” he said, “Let’s get outta here before they realize we’re here!” Jon pointed at all of the zombies going towards one area… and stopping?
“What are they doing?” he asked, “That’s a little odd for zombies, don’t you think?”
“Who cares,” Eduardo said, grabbing Mark and Jon and dragging them off, “Let’s just get home. We finally have everything we need to hole up for the apocalypse this time.”   Jon turned on the television when they got back.
“The zombie apocalypse has ended, everyone!” a cheerful newscaster announced, “Unrelated, a new theme park opened up where asdfland was – FUN DEAD! Come on down to the new attraction, run by Edd G-” Eduardo turned it off.
“We went through all of that for the zombie apocalypse to just end suddenly?!”

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eddsworld life after the end New Recruit

NOTE: Before reading, watch Moving Targets! This won't make sense if you haven't seen it!    Tord laid there, the hippo on top of him until somebody rolled it off of him. He sat up, biting back the pain of being sat on – no, crushed by a hippo. How would you feel? Tip-top shape? Hell no! “We’re in need of new recruits,” an annoyed Dutchman sighed, “You’re the only one around who didn’t wipe out the entire base. Wanna join the Red Army?” Tord thought for a moment as a blond guy hobbled over behind this eyebrow man. “What are you guys fighting for?” he asked. “Well, let’s see,” Eyebrows sighed, “We’re called the Red Army. What could we possibly-”
“Communism,” Blondie squeaked, earning a glare from Eyebrows for interrupting him. “I’m in,” Tord replied, shakily standing up.

 Tord adjusted his Pickelhaube and grinned as he limped off to the remains of the Enemy Base with Eyebrows and Blondie. “What’s your name, anyway?” Blondie asked happily. “Tord,” Tord replied. “Cool name!” he chirped, “I’m Yuu and this is Paul!” “Where’s Patryck?” Paul asked. “Probably with Yanov,” Yuu smiled, “We have a new friend!” Paul sighed. “Long day?” Tord asked. “Long day,” Paul replied. “It wasn’t too bad until all this happened,” Yuu shrugged, “Maybe we should have a less obvious base.”
“Yuu, I’m going to shove your rifle so far up your-” Paul growled, only to be cut off by Yuu saying, “Oh, lighten up, Eyebrows.” Tord snickered a little. He knew he’d fit in just fine.

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Even More Edits

So most of you know I am a Loose Leaf junkie. If you don't know what Loose Leafs are, it's a lesser known and used type of tall sprite. For years there was an online generator to customize your own LLs, but the site is no longer working. Fortunately, some brave soul extracted the resources into png files for the entire community. I have my own copy of the pngs, and I've been editing away like a good little addict, expanding the power of the Loose Leaf generator.   I'm back with a fresh round of edits to share. The Odyssey continues.   Head feathers.   Harness 1   Harness 2   Tank Top   Suit Jacket   Chain mail Top   Chain mail Bottom   Badge   Epaulets   Satchel     Small Male (Remember to adjust items after adding the layers. It's surprisingly easy to make them, just takes a bit more work)   Small Female (Remember to adjust items after adding the layers. It's surprisingly easy to make them, just takes a bit more work)   (The small sprites have been shortened by 4 pixels each. 2 pixels have been removed from the torso, and 2 from the legs.)     I also have some grids I use just to make sure everything is tight and right frame-wise first time.   Grid Single   Grid Full     Enjoy! And whatever you do, don't credit me. This isn't my work, I just do edits.  

That One NPC

That One NPC

 

Entry 009: Ramsey, not Ramsay

(Spoiler includes potentially NSFW stuffs)   Right now, I'm still pulling together various bits, but I am pretty sure I'll have a demo out soon.

I'm gonna spoil a couple of things.

This game will contain soundscares. Right now, I just have a few soundscares in place, but they'll be fairly common in the game and a small part of the story.   I also intend to have scenes where you're being chased, or are traveling, and I intend to have those in Mode 7, if possible. I don't have all that worked out just yet, but I am getting there.   I am still trying to figure out if I'll be able to have art-depictions of various cutscenes or if those will all be text, but either way, I hope to produce an enjoyable experience.    

PhoenixSoul

PhoenixSoul

 

Colours

Everyone knows that different colours mean different things. Even if you know of something as simple as Pokemon, you have certain colours associated with certain things. In magic, this holds true and is actually very important. Today, I would like to explain the colours and associations in regards to magic.   Colours are used in various ceremonies, holidays, altars, spells, and more. Some choose to wear certain colours to help whatever they are working on, or to help them feel a certain way, or accomplish a certain goal. They have always had certain connotations and, without realizing it, many subconsciously go along with it without realizing why. Putting on red lipstick to up one's sex appeal, for instance, or painting a room yellow (or filling it with yellow decor) to feel happier.   The truth is, everything has energy. Colours have energies that people have picked up on and have thus grown to associate them with. Many people even pick a favourite colour based solely or partially on how that colour makes them feel, and not simply on how it looks!   -----------------------   RED: Red is a high-energy colour. It's frequently associated with strong emotions (love, lust, anger, eating too much hot sauce, etc.). In magic, it's frequently used in regards to much the same types of things. Love, conflict, anger, etc. However, if you're having a problem with too much hot sauce, eat a banana, drink some milk, and tone down how much you use next time.
     Planet: Mars
     Zodiac: Aries, Scorpio
     Chakra: Root
     Element: Fire   ORANGE: Orange is primarily used for creativity, courage, justice, joy, opportunity, and even legal matters.
     Planet: Sun
     Zodiac: Leo, Sagittarius
     Chakra: Sacral
     Element: Fire   YELLOW: Doesn't this colour just make you happy inside? Yellow is used for happiness, optimism, intellect and energy - particularly a more masculine energy. Also, if you need help with physical travel, this is your colour.
     Planet: Mercury
     Zodiac: Taurus, Libra
     Chakra: Solar-Plexus
     Element: Air   GREEN: Wealth, abundance, prosperity, growth, fertility, and energy - particularly a more feminine energy.
     Planet: Venus, Mercury
     Zodiac: Aquarius, Cancer
     Chakra: Heart
     Element: Earth   BLUE: Communication, intuition, the subconscious, emotions, winning court cases and intellect.
     Planet: Jupiter, Moon, Neptune, Mercury, Uranus
     Zodiac: Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces
     Chakra: Throat
     Element: Water   PINK: Romantic love, self care, emotional healing, friendship, and self love. It's similar to red, but a lot calmer.
     Planet: Venus
     Zodiac: Libra
     Chakra: N/A
     Element: N/A   PURPLE: Spirituality, psychic abilities, hidden knowledge, and wisdom.
     Planet: Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter
     Zodiac: Sagittarius, Gemini, Capricorn
     Chakra: Crown
     Element: N/A   BLACK: Protection, combating negativity, banishing negativity, and binding. It has an association with death and endings, but it is not an evil colour in the least. In fact, there is no such thing as an evil colour.
     Planet: Saturn
     Zodiac: Capricorn, Scorpio
     Chakra: N/A
     Element: N/A   WHITE: Purity and peace. Here's the thing though - this can be used as a placeholder or any other colour!
     Planet: Moon
     Zodiac: Pisces
     Chakra: Crown
     Element: N/A   SILVER: Dreams, intuition, lunar energy, and femininity.
     Planet: Moon
     Zodiac: N/A
     Chakra: N/A
     Element: N/A   GOLD: Power, ego, courage, success, popularity, fame, solar energy, and masculinity.
     Planet: Sun
     Zodiac: N/A
     Chakra: N/A
     Element: N/A

Verdiløs Games

Verdiløs Games

 

Binding 101

Hello! I am speaking as someone who is trans and has boobs and knows a thing or two. I've noticed lackluster interpretations of binding and lackluster advice about binding in a lot of things.   First of all, before you learn what to do, learn what not to do. Ace bandages/compression bandages.
Use these/give them to your character(s) and I'll appear in your home at 3 AM and give you a binder because this is not safe. This is a good way to hurt yourself, actually. I mean, unless you want to get crushed, bruised and potentially have permanent harm done to you body. Tape products.
Tape is a good way to lose actual skin. Every time you take it off, it strips off layers of your skin. Prolonged use actually causes wounds that can, in extreme cases, leave permanent scars. Don't use it. Use a binder incorrectly by:
     Wearing it for more than 8 hours.
     Sleeping in it.
     Wearing it during sex.
     Wearing it to exercise in.
     Wearing a binder that is too small.
     Binding every day.
     Getting your binder wet while it's on you/wearing you binder while it's wet.
Doing these things can result in serious hard to yourself, including being crushed, bruised and potentially having permanent harm done to your body.   Here's what you should do instead of all of that! Wear a binder for less than 8 hours. 8 hours is the maximum. Wear a high impact sports bra instead of your binder sometimes. Only wear your binder a maximum of three days a week.   If you have any questions, let me know. I'll edit this with each one.

Verdiløs Games

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Everything Was Dark

Everything was dark. They could taste the betrayal on their lips as they felt everything go cold. Quite a difference from the heat they were used to. Sure, they wanted nothing more than to leave this inferno, but not like this. Not like this. Sentenced to a life of being something like a human for a crime they did not commit. A betrayal their betrayer committed before pinning the blame on them. They remembered him distinctly. Not that anyone would believe them, it was their word against his. Their essence was stripped from their body and shoved into the body of a human who would no doubt grow up confused. Their souls - essences - would mingle and mix, becoming a new person entirely. This wasn't simply a temporary exile from the inferno, it was a permanent exile from who they once were. The creation of a new being from the deaths of two.   Everything was dark. Nothing ever felt right. They were always strange, they always felt strange, they always had strange interests. The human children never cared much for them and they never really fit in with humanity. Small, but far from fragile. Kind, but with "unkind" interests. Colourful, but with such a dark mind. They never fit in, but they never wanted to anyway. What was the fun in fitting in when you were created to stand out? And yet, loneliness closed in. Occasionally, there were people, but they all always left. They light they let in always diminished. They got used to it. They thrived in it. They loved it. If the only way to get friends was to fit in, then why bother with friends?   Everything was dark. And others felt this way too. They found some of these people and befriended them. Truly befriended them.   And everything was not dark anymore.

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Entry 008: Ramsey

Yes, that's the name of the game, and the main character.   I already have some art done, but it's demo art. The actual in-game facesets and sprites will be handled by Neon Black's Character Customization script, which I have a fairly decent handle on, but I'm not going to be doing anything with that until after I get far along in game development. I figured out a way to make the female character sprite for Looseleaf have a flat chest, and I am also using MV's angled faces. Oh, and I'm also using MV's hair for the sprites. I have to shrink the hair and move it around, but it works.

"Why is her name Ramsey? Jon Benet Ramsey??"

Ramsey is partially based on a short story I read long ago, about a grifter by the same name, who is feminine, a runaway, and a victim of rampant child abuse. If I were to go much further into detail, someone like @Rikifive would likely tell me to edit this, so I won't. I forget who wrote it, but I got the distinct feeling that the author had some relatable feelings.

One of the main differences is that the short story was told from the eyes of a grifter back in the 1800's, whilst Ramsey, my game, is set in a non-linear timeline, akin to games like The Elder Scrolls that have no relation to the timelines of Earth as told by government.

Ramsey is like myself, an Anarchist, which also contrasts (in part) the short story character, though if only because she never talks about it, but every chance she got, she'd urinate on the back walls of any religious establishment, and I intend to have Ramsey act similarly (off-camera of course since I'm not that skilled at pixel art lolz), since both iterations of Ramsey are only interested in religion as far as watching it all burn.

Another difference between the short story character and my iteration, is that Ramsey the grifter was a massive alcoholic, whereas my iteration hates alcohol (ties into parental abuse), and would rather get stoned off of some 'dank weeeed'. Actually, both iterations of Ramsey tie their usage of drugs into parental abuse, but Ramsey the grifter was made to like alcohol from a young age, whereas my iteration refused and often got abused as a result.

Something both iterations do share in common is their love of stealing, though my iteration of Ramsey prefers stealing from the undeserving rather than from just anyone, and also hates seeing thieves take from those that are struggling, even offering to help get their stolen belongings back.

I won't spoil the story much more, but I will say that the biggest contrast between the two is that Ramsey the grifter ran away because she killed her last remaining parent, and even left her hometown, whereas my iteration of Ramsey went through two near-death experiences at her last remaining parent's hands, and decided she'd had enough. She made sure that her idiot of a parent couldn't follow her by injuring them, and took off with what she could, though unlike Ramsey the grifter, she made a promise to go back and face her parent once she knew how to do so without resorting to violence. If only she knew just how bad it would be.

I'll also be detailing out how my iteration of Ramsey came to be who she is, rather than having the player figure it out with tidbits of info like how the author of Ramsey the Grifter had done. Since the first part of the game is story driven and far less about combat, it'll be easier to tell the story that way.

Features:
Stats that are different from standard RPGs
Equipment that changes character appearance (in part)
NSFW - Maturity Level 4/7 (sexual references, written depictions of various acts, kinks, psychological f*ckery, debaucherous acts, anti-government/anti-religious acts, uncensored language, references to LGBT+ issues/lifestyles, references to 'pop culture' and to other games and mediums, graphic game over screens)
Multicurrency system, Merchant system, Crafting system, Relationship system
Sorcery and Technician skill sets Death/GameOver only in some situations; loss in most combat situations only results in currency loss if that

Completion to demo stage - 4%

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Outsiders (aka: My Friends And I Are Outsiders In A Small Town, We Discovered A Terrible Secret)

Outsiders is a story about friends discovering the dark secret of a local town. It begins with a strange antenna appearing outside the window of a flat and escalates quickly into what the group presumes might be paranormal. Of course, not everyone in the group is exactly human...   I do have official art of the main cast on the way, but until then, please enjoy my Picrew versions of them.   NAME: "Kaz" Newman
JOB: Makes sandwiches at a sandwich shop
PLACE OF ORIGIN: America
GENDER: Nonbinary
PRONOUNS: They/them
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Autistic
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Black, red
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Fox
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Rock
FAVOURITE PLACE: Home
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Writing
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Become a world famous author   NAME: Edwin "Eddie" Langley
JOB: Cashier at a convenience store
PLACE OF ORIGIN: London
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: He's got some confidence issues, not gonna lie
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Green
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Cat
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Rock
FAVOURITE PLACE: Park
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Drawing
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Become a successful commission artist   NAME: Timothy "Tim" Vasquez
JOB: Waiter at a pizza place
PLACE OF ORIGIN: America
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: He's fine
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue, black
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Cat
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Punk rock
FAVOURITE PLACE: Anywhere his friends are (but he won't admit that)
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Video games
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Live a comfortable life surrounded by friends   NAME: Gavin "Gav" Quincey
JOB: Receptionist at the hospital
PLACE OF ORIGIN: America
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: PTSD
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Pink, purple
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Dog
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Pop
FAVOURITE PLACE: Home
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Posing for photos, watching movies
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Become a model   NAME: Espen "Espy" Solberg
JOB: Tech support
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Norway
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Autistic
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Red
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Cephalopod
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Metal
FAVOURITE PLACE: Home
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Anything involving electronics
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: To start his own tech company   NAME: Angel von Brandt
JOB: Librarian, former general of Hell
PLACE OF ORIGIN: America, Hell
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: She's fine
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Red, blue
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Snake
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Death metal
FAVOURITE PLACE: The library
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Reading
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Become a general of Hell again, marry her girlfriend   NAME: Lisa "Honey" Byrne
JOB: Librarian
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Ireland
GENDER: Genderfae (similar to genderfluid, but never experiencing male or male-aligned genders)
PRONOUNS: She/her
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: She's fine
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Pink, green
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Deer
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Pop
FAVOURITE PLACE: The forest
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Dancing, reading, designing
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: Become a fashion designer  

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An Excerpt From My Book

This is gonna sound like a cliché, but as soon as he left, the lights began to flicker. I, being tired, put it off as simply being the old wiring. I let my mind wander to thoughts of being in my bed, cuddled up with my cats. The warmth of the blankets became more and more desirable as the heat seemed to be sucked out of the building. I shivered, and pulled my hoody on. It was late, and I was cold. Did I mention I was tired? I’m sure I did. And then the lights flickered again. Except, they didn’t turn back on after the first few flickers. I could swear I heard whispering in one of the back rooms as they shut off. I blinked in the darkness, trying not to panic as I made my way to the back in the blackness, not daring to use my phone’s light, should I accidentally draw attention to myself from some unnamed robber. Or worse, a murderer.        It was at that moment that the lights to the food stations suddenly came on. I jumped, startled, backing into a shelf and knocking it over. I heard with dismay as each shelf in the store toppled over like dominoes. Then, I heard the whispering again. Only, it wasn’t coming from the back rooms this time. It was behind the counter. I spun around, only for the speakers that normally played nice instrumental shopping music begin blasting out Norwegian death metal at their highest volume, the sound so loud you could hear the speakers straining to play it as who I assumed was the lead singer screamed out death in that nearly demonic tone you heard so often in this genre. I covered my ears against the noise, a headache budding in my already tired brain.

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