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
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.
It’s my smoke break. Can’t it wait?
No. Go do it. I’ll give you an extra smoke break after.
TIMESTAMP: 11:15 AM
Paul why did you give the weapons to my tentacle monster?
I tripped and it picked them all up.
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.
You can throw your enemies in there with it?
For that idea alone I’m letting you keep your smoke breaks.
TIMESTAMP: 4:03 PM
I just thought of another use for Naifu Waifu.
What use is that?
Throw in people who disappoint me. You have to get at least one knife away from her before I’ll let you out.
When will you try this out?
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.
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…
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!”
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.
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.
“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?”
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!”
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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?!”
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.
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.
Chain mail Top
Chain mail Bottom
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.
Enjoy! And whatever you do, don't credit me. This isn't my work, I just do edits.
(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.
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.
Zodiac: Aries, Scorpio
ORANGE: Orange is primarily used for creativity, courage, justice, joy, opportunity, and even legal matters.
Zodiac: Leo, Sagittarius
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.
Zodiac: Taurus, Libra
GREEN: Wealth, abundance, prosperity, growth, fertility, and energy - particularly a more feminine energy.
Planet: Venus, Mercury
Zodiac: Aquarius, Cancer
BLUE: Communication, intuition, the subconscious, emotions, winning court cases and intellect.
Planet: Jupiter, Moon, Neptune, Mercury, Uranus
Zodiac: Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces
PINK: Romantic love, self care, emotional healing, friendship, and self love. It's similar to red, but a lot calmer.
PURPLE: Spirituality, psychic abilities, hidden knowledge, and wisdom.
Planet: Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter
Zodiac: Sagittarius, Gemini, Capricorn
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.
Zodiac: Capricorn, Scorpio
WHITE: Purity and peace. Here's the thing though - this can be used as a placeholder or any other colour!
SILVER: Dreams, intuition, lunar energy, and femininity.
GOLD: Power, ego, courage, success, popularity, fame, solar energy, and masculinity.
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 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.
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.
I have no details about them yet other than they are girlfriends, the top one is a goth witch and the bottom one is a fairy (I wish the Picrew had wings).
The fairy sometimes makes flower crowns for the witch. Even though she does not usually wear that sort of thing, she wears them anyway.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Ireland
GENDER: Genderfae (similar to genderfluid, but never experiencing male or male-aligned genders)
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
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.
Last blog was some time ago...heh.
No one is really around anyway, and no one really reads these so it doesn't really matter.
"Clipped Wings? What ya mean by this?"
I have this growing feeling that I'm permanently imprisoned in this mortal flesh, for reasons I'll likely never know, but whomever did this to me, they do not deserve my forgiveness, regardless of intent, because I have suffered without due cause. Such is not acceptable, I was raised better than that. None of it means anything now, because I'm more and more sure that this parallel of existence has excluded all signs of the Divine Twenty-Four, and whomever designed this parallel, is likely also responsible in part or in full, for my imprisonment, and there's a good chance that I wasn't the only one. I want to scream. I want to fight this asshole. I want this piece of immoral trash who did to me to suffer as I have, to know the pain I have taken on, and for one reason, one reason alone. To end false karma. No more false karma. Goodbye to you, Church and State, to hate-filled immoral mortals, may the Void claim all of it and obliterate it in one fell swoop. If it claims me in the process, then so be it. I'll take this whole parallel with me. Better off in full erasure than to allow immorality to continue unabated.
I know I did nothing to deserve my imprisonment, nothing that any morally enriched individual would ever say that me being imprisoned was deserved in any form.
I was not perfect, far from it, but my imprisonment in mortal flesh is a far worse punishment than I've ever seen given to any individual. It's fifty thousand fold worse than any form of exile.
my imprisonment is a malicious act. Simple as that. It has allowed me to only suffer and never experience joy. You know what? I look forward to whatever calamity is coming, Yellowstone, massive meteorite, megafault collapse, black hole dissemination, whatever. I'll even take gray goo, lolz
@Kayzee You do mean a lot to me. I wish you no ill will, far from it. I'd rather be pulled from this mortal flesh prison by your own aetherial willpower.
THE STRANGEST THING HAPPENED LAST NIGHT...
I have a window by my computer that I look out occasionally. I was working late last night, as you do, trying to get a few things done. At around 3 AM, I hear a strange noise outside it. Out of curiosity, I looked outside. There wasn’t anything out there, but the power flickered. I frantically tried to get my document back up, and as I got it back, I head the sound again. I looked out again. Still nothing. I went back to working. It was probably just some animal, after all. Those are common here, after all. A few minutes later, the noises got louder. A strange, scratching noise just outside the window. I sighed, and I looked out the window again. I saw a shadow quickly dart past the window the second I saw it. It was roughly the size of your average man, but it moved too fast for me to tell just what it was… At that point, or any point after. I couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling as I got back to my document, but I tried my best to ignore it. It was late, and I just wanted to finish this so I could go to bed and rest easy, knowing my work was done. A few minutes later, the noise came back at another window. I ignored it, and the noise kept going. The longer I left it, the louder it got until I had no choice but to go see what was making it. I saw the shadow dart past again. Soon, it was just outside the front of my house.
Before I continue, I should mention that I live in a town with surrounding wooded areas. Most of the people here are hunters. Deer, birds, rabbits, fish, you name it. Birds, rabbits and even deer come into town all the time. I’ve seen and heard them. I’ve heard people complain about the deer and the rabbits eating their gardens.
I looked out the window and saw what looked vaguely like a human figure, and what looked like what might be a deer, standing side by side. As my eyes adjusted and the two figures got closer to my window, I realized that those weren’t a deer and a human. His fingers were too long, his eyes were too big, and black like endless wells that burrowed deep into my soul and tickled my worst fears. His too wide mouth was curved into a horrifying grin of sharp teeth, and as he came closer, touching the window, he licked it with his long, thin tongue that was way too long to be in any human mouth. The thing that definitely wasn’t a deer… Anymore… was staring at me with soulless red eyes. Fur had been ripped off of it in patches… And no deer’s legs bent like that.
I close my curtain and ran upstairs, grabbing my phone to call the police. I dialled, but nobody answered the phone. I didn’t hear the noises for the rest of the night, and I didn’t sleep at all.
Today, I went into town. The conversations weren’t about the weather. They weren’t about gardens or what had been eating them. They were about missing pets, missing cows, missing horses, cats, dogs… And strange noises in the middle of the night.
The above text from user Kayzee made me want to make this entry.
The He'Eleans actually don't have a concept of gender. Pronouns are given based on current social standing. Vanity, for instance, was a part of the He'Elean royalty, but for reasons I cannot explain because of spoilers, he was exiled from his planet and given the nov/novs pronouns. Another He'Elean you meet later in the game has different pronouns entirely (neb/nebs), due to being a relatively high member of the He'Elean royalty. The He'Eleans do not have any sort of gender sense, as they all have the same types of organs. They are a mammal species (in a sense, I went with some form of "spicy human" for the ease of digestion of the characters, as Vanity nebself is one of the main four characters in the game), so they gestate a child in the womb for some time and give birth. However, this is something all He'Eleans can do. All He'Eleans can also impregnate another. This is, however, not a focus of the game or story. Just an interesting fact. (I make sure I come up with every possible detail for a species when I make it, even if the detail is entirely useless. I am just strange that way.) Because of this, and because there are no distinguishing characteristics to create a binary/trinary/etc., pronouns are used for status.
The pronoun hierarchy is as follows:
High royalty - Neb/nebs
Low royalty - Lun/luns
Commoner - Sol/sols
Prisoner - Voi/vois
Exiled - Nov/novs
I am open to questions.
Stranded in Space is one of the games I'm making. I like to describe it as a story-based survival game. The goal of the game is to travel from planet to planet, ship to ship, station to station and survive in space with a minimal crew. Each location brings new surprises and adds to the story that keeps the crew going through the galaxy in hopes of finding someplace hospitable to live out the rest of their days.
The premise is that a deadly virus spread across a colony ship. The ship's android managed to save two members of the population from faulty cryostasis pods by repairing them before the people within froze to death. Years later, after the virus finally died off, they decide to awaken the two people. Soon after, the ship is boarded by a crew of space pirates who abandon their leader and take off. Together, the four must survive and find somewhere to live.
The game's main characters are as follows:
NAME: RAI5 (Robotic Artificial Intelligence #5)
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Jupiter
GENDER: Agender (Feminine)
PRONOUNS: They/them, she/her
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Codependent, afraid of being alone
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Red
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Solar phoenix
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Ska
FAVOURITE PLACE: Their personal quarters
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Fixing things
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: To see the universe, to befriend what's left of the crew
NAME: Theodore "Teddy" Atkins
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Earth
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Autistic
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Cat
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Rock
FAVOURITE PLACE: Any kitchen
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Cooking
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: To learn every recipe in the galaxy
NAME: Henrietta "Henri" Newman
PLACE OF ORIGIN: Earth
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Anxiety
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Purple
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Mouse
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Electronica
FAVOURITE PLACE: Gardens
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Reading
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: To have a nice house with a garden and a gazebo
NAME: Vanity of He'El, House of Lero
POSITION: Flight Officer, Space Pirate
PLACE OF ORIGIN: He'El
GENDER: None, as
MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: Codependent
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Pink
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: He'Elean faedeer
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Rock
FAVOURITE PLACE: Anywhere nova friends are
FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: Dancing
BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS: To become a well-loved person
As I said in a status update, today I added a second actor who was intended for puzzles and special dungeons. I wanted to talk a bit more about my ideas behind them and how they will work, but didn't want to ramble on my status for 50 pages like I often end up doing so... Hey, I haven't made a blog post thing in a while, here is a good excuse to!
I have said before, but Dwimmerdelve is based a lot on the Mystery Dungeon series of Japanese roguelikes or other games in the same style. While I do plan to do my own little twists on the formula, I want to implement as many features from the series as I can. I think at this point most of the basic stuff has already been done, but I still have a ways to go. Anyway, a common feature of the series is to have a little puzzle/tutorial mode with hand designed puzzle maps, and special dungeons that the player basically need to complete from a fresh character (if the whole game isn't that way already). Both require the ability to "reset" the character. Now originally I had the game do this anyway after every death anyway except for any items the player kept in storage, which is the way Shiren the Wanderer handles things. But I decided that although all your carried items should still be lost and all the player's progress toward your next level, it was better to allow the player to keep their current level and skills and make level 1 challenge modes/dungeons for those who want a more classic hardcore experience.
So I needed to think about how best to let the player keep their progress mostly safe even if their character is reset. I found it the easiest (for now anyway) to just have a second actor who more or less is an identical copy of the first who's status can be discarded and reset at the start of a run. I did come up with a kind of neat idea for how that would work in lore actually. I decided to make puzzles and such take place in a special dream world under my control, hence why the player can't bring anything and the player's character reverts to their 'natural' state. It's not really their body, but a 'dream pawn'. As a bonus it also gave me a more direct way to play with the player! After all, I abducted them to play, but I mostly ended up standing around in my house in game not doing much. Not anymore! Now I can play in their dreams! Even added a little cutscene that shows me casting a sleepy spell on them, and they wake up in bed after.
That also gave me idea of calling the special level 1 dungeons "Nightmare Dungeons". I haven't made any yet, though I have a bunch of old bonus dungeon maps I made ages ago before I really started working on my game properly that might make some good ones. One of them was eventually changed into a normal dungeon, but some of them are a bit too weird to really fit in anywhere. Such as one being a sort of half lava cave half swamp and another being a sort of bathhouse with elevated walkways. Not sure if I should go with my original idea for them though. The way I designed them originally was they were all parts of one big dungeon, and one of the dungeon maps was a kind of 'hub' map with like 5 different exit teleporter places of different colors, each which would take you to a different map next floor, which would have an exit back to the hub. Each map had a completely different look and feel, but one thing they all shared was wrapping borders which could be disorienting unless you were looking at the minimap (wonder if I could make the minimap kinda scroll centered around the player and wrap around too, but eh, maybe later).
Anyway, still have lots to do before i quite have everything working the way I want it too, but the basic idea seems to work pretty well!