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Resumen del E3.
Vía.
Unfortunately this is really accurate.
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Bardbarian Title Screen
I’m working on a mobile (ios/android) game called Bardbarian! This is the title screen for that game.
I’m so very excited to be finally designing and working on games, it’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid, and whether this succeeds or fails doesn’t matter, it feels amazing to have come this far at very least.
Learn more about it here
A few words to those of you figuring your life out still: Get some dreams, some fucking goals, chase them till you can’t run any longer. Imagine Create Inspire. I fully believe if you embrace these you’ll not only be a better person, but feel infinitely better. Start creating more than you consume and you’ll change your life for good. If you ever need help or have ideas but not the motivation to put them in motion contact me and I’ll do my best to encourage and support you on your quest to do what you love.
If you feel the least bit inspired, act on it.
If you roll your eyes at this, fuck you, go watch some tv.
I just decided to go back to school for gaming. I'm glad you made it happen and it makes me feel more confident that I can.
Also barbarian sounds awesome, can't wait
Geeky Pokémon and Super Mario Bros.-Themed Hockey Jerseys
Canadian artist, geek and hockey enthusiast Dave Delisle of Geeky Jerseys has taken Pokémon and the Super Mario Bros. to the ice in his geeky line of custom made hockey jerseys. The “Trainers“ jersey design is currently available to purchase online.
You can view even more jerseys via my post on Laughing Squid.
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Hold the Line
I've always been one for Long winded speeches, sudden revelations and inspirational words. I've always loved the big pre battle speech, The rallying cry of the troops, that kind of thing. I'm pretty sure that if there was zombie apocalypse or an invasion of a foreign aggressor or something that I could deliver a pretty inspirational Commander Shepard speech and raise morale to win. At least, I hope so. Here's hoping, right?
Mass Effect, Revisited: Ssv Normandy SR-1 and Therum
Being back on the Normandy SR-1 is a little weird. I thought I knew this ship inside and out but the layout is crazy! Chakwas' desk is on the wrong side, there is no war room, no tech lab, Garrus is downstairs!? (WTF!?) and there is only one other stop accessible by elevator. Shepard's office is downstairs where Miranda/Liara is later. I remember the stairs but man, the rest of it is weird. It's strange to talk to kaidan then go talk to Ashley, and it's also weird that Wrex is so distant and.. Well.. Krogan. Lol I noticed something odd last night though, friends. Now that Liara isn't all lovey dovey on me, I'm not really interested in her. I think I'm gonna go Ashley/jack/Ashley. That would crazy different.
Mass Effect, Revisited: day one wrap up
Well, I'm almost all they way done with the citadel for the first time. Just got Garrus. Got Wrex first this time, and was nice to Conrad Verner, Emily Wong and Septimus, however I sent Chorban and Jahleed to jail. Didn't even know you could do that! I looked it up and apparently there are no real repercussions for doing this. Which is cool. Also, pretty sure I'm going to keep Ashley this time, which is non canon for me, but apparently not for you guys. Thoughts? Questions? Anything you wanna know what I did or tell me what you did?
Mass effect here we go!
Mass Effect, revisited: Day 1 and Intro
Hello, True Believers. It all seems like such a short time ago. That I was last here, sitting in awe as a few haunting but hopeful notes sail across my room. Its different to be here again, the main menu of Mass Effect; watching the characters fade in and out like a desktop background. It feels like yesterday that I first put this in and discovered such a huge part of my gaming career. And as I sit here listening to those mournful notes things of all that I've seen both in life and in the franchise since last I heard this music I'm excited to be starting over again one more time. Even though it will probably be my last. Friends, this is it. I plan to go through reacting as I would, and although this may mean a similar play through as I have had in the past, it will be the most satisfying that way. I'll update you on major events. And I hope to get your experiences, comments and questions.
Well, true believers. It's all come down to this. One more play through. Full trilogy, full experience. I will be updating major updates, and spoilers as I progress, as well as my thoughts and feelings on developments, tips for people playing behind me, and my past play through experiences. Please keep an eye out for new posts In the time to come. Keep your head in the clouds, Vincent Raveta
How do you love someone you can't trust? I need a girl that's gonna be so in love with me that she can't stop thinking about me, someone that knows I am what she needs, But I need it to be the same way. How do you trust someone you don't love? I'm looking for honest fucking advice, because I don't know. How do you love someone? For I only know one way: whole-heartedly, but apparently that is not the way of the world. "Its not so deep as a well and not so wide as a church door. But ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man." I am dead ladies and gentlemen. I died. God help those of you that have to deal with that form that seems most like me tomorrow, for I shall be a changed man; and even heaven holds its breath for what I shall become after this night. I am Scott Mescudi. I am a changed soul, I was the fool, starting out on his journey, alone and naive, but I am become death. I am change. Tremble at my metamorphosis! I know not what I am to become. But it is fearless, and yet.. To be feared.
One thing that has always been particularly.. Romantic, I guess for me is the Christmas through New Years season. There's just something so unique about that feeling. The lets finish out the year by telling each other you care and go out with a bang. Then start a new chapter together for free. I guess I was always afraid of experiencing that alone. But I'm realising, that its a good thing to experience alone too. I can celebrate all the growing i did this Year. Honestly I can look at it two ways, either my life can stand still cause I'm in shock or look at me go! I have a place to live and my financial situation is stabilising. I'm going to work at a new place and I'm doing fine! With plenty of friends around! Because I'm not really alone. And I'm going to celebrate my personal growth with my friends! And celebrate the prospect of a new year on the horizon! Bring it on 2013! ;)
Fear and loathing. For the longest time the two things had been a far off idea. The brain child of Mr. Thompson, these two emotions had rarely been positioned together for me other than when accompanied by thoughts of Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo. But lately it seems that the pair of them are all I can think about; all I can feel. First things first, I hate feeling like a victim. I hate feeling like the world owes me something. It's nonsense, no one owes me anything; owes anyone anything for that matter, and it is the logic of a broken spirit. It is a sentiment for the weak, for those too soft or not dedicated enough to get up and take real steps towards what they want. But every once in a while you find what you want, or what you want at the time, whether or not you are making any real efforts to go get it. Sometimes, life just drops something awesome in your lap. For me that was Jaime. And I'm not looking for anything when I write this. This is not a cry for help, more than anything I write these to myself, and post them on the Internet to share with those of you that care enough to read them. And sure I usually hope someone reads it, I spend time on these, dammit. And I'm a decent writer, sure, but I know I'm not the only one with these feelings, primarily because a few of you have described similar situations to me. And sure these retellings of past love gone wrong usually end in, some asinine and patronising "but then I got better" moral, it's still nice to know that I'm not the only one that has had heartache over someone that realistically they shouldn't have. And maybe someone else is looking for sone form of validation for their feelings and maybe my words will help someone else. And to back track a little, that's not to say that she isn't worth the heartache or anything. She will always be, or have been I suppose, my first wife; my first real love. And as many pandering, whining break up songs would have us believe, the first one is always the (insert stereotypical euphemism) There is an epidemic in our culture; one that I find most upsetting. And it is simply over diagnosis. Everything is ruled as something. Kids with no attention span have add, Stereotypes are applied where they don't apply, and things that aren't love are always being called love. I've heard several people comment on this: the similarities and differences between the statement "I love you" and something more like "I love tacos." Truth be told, no one "loves" tacos, not anymore than someone "loves" movies or some band or anything to that effect. Love should be reserved for that burning feeling in your chest, that aching desire not only to be around someone, but to do right by them. Because in a practical sense, no one wants to be around the one they love all the time. Imagine it, sure everyone wants to cherished. To be loved, to feel valued, I get that. Cool. But no one would want to be showered in poems and flowers and walks in the park, kisses on the hand and chocolates and fancy dinners constantly. It would make you crazy. You would be so annoyed with that person's infatuation soon enough and would never want anything to do with them. If you don't believe me you are lying. Even if that person was a paragon of physical attractiveness, if they were constantly nagging you for attention and talking about how much they love you, it would drive you and everyone around them away. But, by the same token, no one doesn't want that on occasion. Everyone likes little surprises. Whether its just making a fancy dinner before someone gets home, picking something for no reason, a gentle touch or a back rub, a kind word, hell even a random sexual favour; everyone likes being treated to something every once in a while. Without it, you'd go mad. It's part of being human. You need to be cherished from time to time. Otherwise you become bitter and angry. Some people, however, believe Love is a sickness. It's an addiction to a person. I guess under that logic someone could "love" heroin. And honestly, it could just be my.. Current position but I can see that. You lose sleep, you waste money, a lot times you alienate yourself from your friends. And when you don't have it anymore? Well, fuck. You have withdrawals. You have fits, you cry, you get pissed. You relapse sometimes even, going back to your drug for one last fix. But it's never the same is it? So maybe you decide to move on. And you replace your drug with something else. Someone else's drug, exercise, music, Jesus, ACTUAL DRUGS; something, hell anything to keep your mind off your crippling loneliness until you don't notice the addiction anymore. Or maybe just until you are addicted to something else. See, suddenly those of you I haven't scared away are wondering, hopefully in Jim Gaffigan's audience voice, is he talking about love or a drug addiction? And I suppose that's the whole point isn't it? They are almost indistinguishable from one another, aren't they? Food for thought is all. A wise man once told me, marriage isn't both people giving 100%. It's two people giving 50% to make 100%. At the time, I didn't know what he meant. I was confused because it was contrary to everything else I had ever heard. 50%? Isn't that like.. Setting yourself up for failure? A half ass effort surely won't add up to anything good. But I now see what he meant. If you put 100%, literally everything into something, you want it to work so bad that you'll do anything, not only to avoid failure, but sometimes to avoid the signs of problems. And if it fails, which it will if you ignore the problems, what the fuck do you have left? You just spent "x" amount of time putting EVERYTHING YOU ARE AND HAVE into someone else. You WILL land on your face. I promise. But I digress. Stepping back, I started this.. Essay with two separate ideas. Fear and loathing. And when you look at them together it's a pretty shitty place to be. It's a dangerous place to be. But separately they are just as dangerous. Fear. Fear of moving forward, of dying alone. Fear of never having back what was lost. And fear of facing the world without someone there to hold your hand, someone to share the journey with. Honestly, it's a scary fucking world. And having someone to watch your back makes it a whole lot less so. And loathing. Loathing is a curious word. Loathing is more than a seething hatred to me. It comes from the same absence fear does, but it's more.. Angry. It's an aversion. You hate love, you fear it. You loathe it. Loathe what you had since you can't have it still. And loathe those that do since you were so "wronged." See what I mean? Dangerous. With those two words you run the risk of standing in one place with your arms crossed until they have to put you in the ground that way. Normally, I have a point. I have some grand idea, some solution to the problem I've presented in my writing. But perhaps that's what makes this one unique. Perhaps that's why I can't move forward. Because I don't have a solution today. I wish I did. I wish I had something more positive for you. But in truth, I don't. I just have my fear, my loathing, and my insatiable need to find something else to attach to.
Later that evening Vincent readied himself for the sleep that would nurse him thought the next day. Being the last day he worked this week, he knew it would be harder than usual to stay on task. As he lay there drifting in and out of consciousness, an image of a chalky full moon stuck in his mind. It's light shining and glistening on a fresh coat of snow, undisturbed as of yet by footprints. The world was asleep and was missing this moment. Vincent looked forward to this moment later in the season and the cigarette he would undoubtedly be enjoying and as viewed it. And with that thought he fell into a fitful sleep, uneasy and ineffectual, to explore more uninhibited dreamscapes.