Mech recoloring & dialogue layout crisis of faith
Mech recoloring & dialogue layout crisis of faith
I'm very less afraid of lions and tigers than I am of human beings. • Scientists glue sensors to 5,000 bees in a bid to better understand them • It turned out that the primary purpose of the bot had not been to talk but to listen. • Harley Sep 16, 2015 @ 6:54am i hate reading • PatriotCreeper [has Choice of Robots] Sep 16, 2015 @ 2:35pm Well then this game is not for you, since reading is all you do in it. • sometimes you can put all your love and energy into something, be given every opportunity to succeed, and still be terrible at it • They asked “What kind of animals are you?” The worms replied “We are the energy of Indra's ascetic practices coagulated and turned into two worms.” • “Blame the Nazi Germans for making me become a gun designer ... I always wanted to construct agriculture machinery.” • clandestine atmospheric nuclear tests • There are currently no plans to salvage them, because they are better preserved at sea. • Wrap my buns a baker's dozen // In tinfoil alabaster and lemonade snow // Dare I know and dare I go // With cracked lips and crook'd tounge // Into this unfortunate abyss -- a morass • I’ve not seen a great many pop-pops at work, but of the ones I have seen, none put on a performance that I would call great, or even good. However, if one considerably lowers one's standards, a well-designed pop-pop boat will perform in a manner that could be described as acceptable. • My cat woke up sick today. PLEASE HELP! Oh? You need more information? .... you need to provide the rendered HTML source for the page - I need to see what classes are being assigned and how they're working. Showing me a bunch of colours on a screen doesn't help • I laughed way more than I should..... now I must share this • Ah, yes, more garbage to consume.... Buy, buy, buy, eat, consume, die.• I'm very less afraid of lions and tigers than I am of human beings. • Scientists glue sensors to 5,000 bees in a bid to better understand them • It turned out that the primary purpose of the bot had not been to talk but to listen. • Harley Sep 16, 2015 @ 6:54am i hate reading • PatriotCreeper [has Choice of Robots] Sep 16, 2015 @ 2:35pm Well then this game is not for you, since reading is all you do in it. • sometimes you can put all your love and energy into something, be given every opportunity to succeed, and still be terrible at it • They asked “What kind of animals are you?” The worms replied “We are the energy of Indra's ascetic practices coagulated and turned into two worms.” • “Blame the Nazi Germans for making me become a gun designer ... I always wanted to construct agriculture machinery.” • clandestine atmospheric nuclear tests • There are currently no plans to salvage them, because they are better preserved at sea. • Wrap my buns a baker's dozen // In tinfoil alabaster and lemonade snow // Dare I know and dare I go // With cracked lips and crook'd tounge // Into this unfortunate abyss -- a morass • I’ve not seen a great many pop-pops at work, but of the ones I have seen, none put on a performance that I would call great, or even good. However, if one considerably lowers one's standards, a well-designed pop-pop boat will perform in a manner that could be described as acceptable. • My cat woke up sick today. PLEASE HELP! Oh? You need more information? .... you need to provide the rendered HTML source for the page - I need to see what classes are being assigned and how they're working. Showing me a bunch of colours on a screen doesn't help • I laughed way more than I should..... now I must share this • Ah, yes, more garbage to consume.... Buy, buy, buy, eat, consume, die.
Design
(All categories)
Wargaming and Serious Games
Wargaming and Serious Games
Event system, aka, how to handle nested "you've activated my trap card" triggers
Event system, aka, how to handle nested "you've activated my trap card" triggers
The core of Lancer Tactics’ engine.
The core of Lancer Tactics’ engine.
Play Anthropocene interview on Lancer Tactics
Play Anthropocene interview on Lancer Tactics
Wicklog 30: Racial Justice & The Empowerment Of Manuals
Wicklog 30: Racial Justice & The Empowerment Of Manuals
Wicklog 29: (Galaxy) Brain Expansion
Wicklog 29: (Galaxy) Brain Expansion
Crescent Loom motivations
Crescent Loom motivations
How funding sources dictate design
How funding sources dictate design
Wicklog #9 - Fancy graphics, avoiding invisible functionality, and game juiciness.
Wicklog #9 - Fancy graphics, avoiding invisible functionality, and game juiciness.
Wicklog #4 - Betacon, intuitive mechanics, and the March for Science
Wicklog #4 - Betacon, intuitive mechanics, and the March for Science
Wicklog #3 - Menus for daaaays
Wicklog #3 - Menus for daaaays
Game Design Annotated Links -- Part 2
Game Design Annotated Links -- Part 2
Naming your game - name "genres"
Naming your game - name "genres"
SimpleCiv — Cities as RPG characters
SimpleCiv — Cities as RPG characters
Art Styles - Pixel Art
Art Styles - Pixel Art
Rubicon Influences
Rubicon Influences
tremendous caveat
tremendous caveat
the process
the process
Game Design Annotated Links
Game Design Annotated Links
Ship Customization
Ship Customization
Q&A - Blitzmax & the process.
Q&A - Blitzmax & the process.
Controls
Controls
My next recollection was a hazy thought that I was having a bad dream. Maybe I’ll wake up and get out of this mess, I mused. Gradually regaining consciousness, I realized this was no dream; it had really happened. That also was disturbing, because I could not have survived what had just happened. Therefore, I must be dead. Since I didn’t feel bad–just a detached sense of euphoria–I decided being dead wasn’t so bad after all. AS FULL AWARENESS took hold, I realized I was not dead, but had somehow separated from the airplane. I had no idea how this could have happened; I hadn’t initiated an ejection. The sound of rushing air and what sounded like straps flapping in the wind confirmed I was falling, but I couldn’t see anything. My pressure suit’s face plate had frozen over and I was staring at a layer of ice. • I had horrifying visions and dreams in hospital. Mostly whenever I closed my eyes I had flashes of decaying faces with terrified expressions, or extreme close-ups of open, dead eyes or ruptured skin. Occasionally something beautiful but oddly disturbing would play. One of these was a sheet of floral fabric billowing slowly in bright sunlight, but a hellish choral soundtrack gave the scene a nightmarish ambience that I’ll remember for a long time. • These were always slow and clear, as if 1000 fps in HD. Just a series of slow motion scenes that sat behind my eyes, waiting for me to blink or doze. • All I remember is the pants-shitting terror and a deafening ringing in my ears. Wouldn't recommend it. • Also, f**k ice. • When I was a 7 years old, I had almost drowned to my death. I remember nothing of my experience, and my life didn't flash in front of me. But yes, people did start treating me like a was some porcelain doll and never did let me forget it even after I became an expert swimmer who got a lot of medals. • Incidentally, I believe my 'last words' were “oh, f*****g hell.”• My next recollection was a hazy thought that I was having a bad dream. Maybe I’ll wake up and get out of this mess, I mused. Gradually regaining consciousness, I realized this was no dream; it had really happened. That also was disturbing, because I could not have survived what had just happened. Therefore, I must be dead. Since I didn’t feel bad–just a detached sense of euphoria–I decided being dead wasn’t so bad after all. AS FULL AWARENESS took hold, I realized I was not dead, but had somehow separated from the airplane. I had no idea how this could have happened; I hadn’t initiated an ejection. The sound of rushing air and what sounded like straps flapping in the wind confirmed I was falling, but I couldn’t see anything. My pressure suit’s face plate had frozen over and I was staring at a layer of ice. • I had horrifying visions and dreams in hospital. Mostly whenever I closed my eyes I had flashes of decaying faces with terrified expressions, or extreme close-ups of open, dead eyes or ruptured skin. Occasionally something beautiful but oddly disturbing would play. One of these was a sheet of floral fabric billowing slowly in bright sunlight, but a hellish choral soundtrack gave the scene a nightmarish ambience that I’ll remember for a long time. • These were always slow and clear, as if 1000 fps in HD. Just a series of slow motion scenes that sat behind my eyes, waiting for me to blink or doze. • All I remember is the pants-shitting terror and a deafening ringing in my ears. Wouldn't recommend it. • Also, f**k ice. • When I was a 7 years old, I had almost drowned to my death. I remember nothing of my experience, and my life didn't flash in front of me. But yes, people did start treating me like a was some porcelain doll and never did let me forget it even after I became an expert swimmer who got a lot of medals. • Incidentally, I believe my 'last words' were “oh, f*****g hell.”