i was doing some gooby game play testing (checking color filters, finishing touches, mostly fucking around) but then I came across this sort of room between
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oozey mess

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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occasionally subtle
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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i was doing some gooby game play testing (checking color filters, finishing touches, mostly fucking around) but then I came across this sort of room between
there are some things that are forever spiritually millennial that i will never understand the appeal of like xavier renegade angel and avocado oil
gooby
where are you gooby
hello tumblr user mintytuna may I have some bullshit
why of course here it is
clover game upd8
here is a sketch of clover wearing mexican clothes for your attention
and this post is also a reminder that clover game will come out with a full spanish localization because i'm not a bum who only makes localizations to get praise from industry veterans. no im not talking about anyone in specific.
pfffttt. it's not like there are any japanese guillermo del toros or japanese cortazars to impress.
slander aside i do want my game to be localized to Languages if it ever gets a following outside of my niche circle, art should be accessible to anyone even if it's an rpgmaker game made by a mexican
Really proud of this one so it goes on the tumblr too. Maybe some of you will like this
summer clover with handy writing
as you can see they need one fan for their tail only lest they overheat and fucking DIE
hi gooby (regular outfit and undyed tail)
fun fact they have to dye their tail to actually look like a skunk and not some weird cat. they're leucistic so they don't have much melanin, also why they're asian with piercing terrifying blue eyes
Stereolab “Refractions in the Plastic Pulse” Dots and Loops, 1997 Seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds. Almost six times the length of the average song played by radio stations (I remember those!). That might seem excessively long, but in the hands of the Stereolab crew, it feels just right. Often “long” songs (anything over five minutes) feel even longer than they are, because of extreme repetition (see “Freebird”). “Refractions…” doesn’t feel so much like a song as it feels like a mini concept album: several different melodic and sonic themes expertly woven in a way that sounds like several different songs in one. And just what would this concept be? I have a hard enough time deciphering a song’s meaning when it’s in my native language, much less when it’s in French. The lyrics seem to playfully echo the songs loopy, meandering idea. (I believe that my translation is accurate.)
What is, isn’t closed In the most essential point of view, What is open, is to be In a non-ending action, Without trophy and without glory A creation without bottom, Without profit nor victory
After all of these years, I’m still not sure that this isn’t just bad French poetry. But, it doesn’t matter. The way the voices of Laetitia Sadier and Mary Hansen blended was otherworldly. Their sense of harmony and vocal balance shines through on all of their recordings; this is just the longest. —Evan
The Batter's Goals in OFF
Doing a quick write-up here because OFF is a game I am very passionate about, and I wanted to talk about it.
[This will contain spoilers, and assumes you know the world of OFF]
I personally feel like The Batter is one of the most commonly misunderstood and misrepresented characters in modern games. Take one look at tags related to this character, and you will find tons of fan art portraying him as a sadistic and maniacally evil character. I want to talk about why that is, why I feel it is incorrect, and what I feel the truth of this character is.
Why do People see The Batter that way?
The first reason is easy. Throughout the game, the Batter basically destroys the world, and does so in a fairly violent way. He destroys anything that gets in his way with an air of fervor and indifference. At the end of the game, he kills a small child and ends the world. Usually this would indeed be the mark of a very evil character, and these actions would be unforgivable, but the world of OFF is quite unique and misshapen in its own way.
The second reason is not talked about as much, The Judge. The Judge appears at the end of the game, accusing the Batter of being a dark evil incarnation, and attempts to stop the Batter from ending the world. The Judge is a rather eloquent character, and people mostly take his word at face value here. They see what the Judge says and say "Oh yeah, I guess the Batter was truly evil all along!" However, I feel that this misses something important about the Judge, something I rarely see people point out.
The Judge is a Fool.
I don't mean this as an insult, but as a direct demonstrable fact. The Judge is consistently unaware of the workings of this world, and is usually blissfully unaware of what is even going on in front of him.
In the new OF comic by Mortis Ghost, we see a scene in which The Judge speaks to his brother Valerie about the Queen and her Guardians. The Judge is immediately sold by the Queen's promises and immediately charmed by the world she envisions. Valerie, on the other hand, is less convinced. He identifies the Queen and her followers as a cult, and decides to stay away.
Valerie is completely correct in his assessment, and it is tragic to think he would eventually meet his end at the hands of one of the Queen's followers he warned his brother about.
Here we see the Judge is easily convinced of what people want him to see, and is ironically, not very apt in his Judgments. It would not surprise me if he was given the title of "The Judge" by the Queen herself.
Hell, at the beginning of the game, The Judge thinks that The Batter is simply a figment of his own imagination for like five minutes before realizing he is actually real. He is later unable to identify Japhet puppeting his brother's corpse, and only realizes what has happened after Japhet literally explodes out of his brother.
Simply put, the Judge is a rube. He is not very perceptive, he has very little understanding of the workings of the world, and he quickly convinced by people who want to manipulate him. Frankly, I do not find it surprising in the slightest that he would have no idea what is happening at the end of the game. His speech he gives to the Batter is simply his own opinion given what little he knows, and should be taken that way.
Why did Hugo create The Batter?
The Batter, like the Queen, is a sort of tulpa, created by the powerful child Hugo. Hugo, as stated by Mortis Ghost, is a psionic child who was experimented on in a lab after some sort of apocalypse ended the world. He has the ability to create physical material from his thoughts, and acts as a living engine to the new world. Hugo had a strained relationship with his Mother and Father, often not seeing his mother, and feeling afraid of his stern and cold Father. Hugo is responsible for creating the world that OFF exists in. So why would he create The Batter, a being whose sole purpose appears to be destroying this world he created?
Before the new world, Hugo lost track of his parents. They are most likely dead, but this left Hugo completely alone. In his loneliness, Hugo created the Queen, a tulpa inspired by his Mother, to take care of him. Hugo also met three individuals, Dedan, Japhet, and Enoch, three men who would eventually become the Guardians of the new world. The three men speak to Hugo about their vision of a new world, one where they all rule together. Hugo sees these three as his friends, and their vision of Utopia is implanted into his mind.
Almost immediately, the Queen leaves to start creating the new world, in the vision of the three Guardians. To create the world, the Queen and the Guardians harness the powers of Hugo's body and mind, stretching him to his absolute limits. Once the world is finished, Hugo is left to languish, left alone in a small room as the new world subsists upon and parasitizes his brain.
It would be no exaggeration to say that the Guardians, and perhaps the Queen as well, only ever saw Hugo as a means to an end. As soon as he had given them their world to rule, he was discarded and promptly forgotten. Even the Judge, who promised to be Hugo's friend, has all but forgotten about him by the time of OFF.
Left again to suffer in his illness and sadness, Hugo has reached his breaking point. He has been betrayed by all those who said they would care for him, all of his heroes. His vision of his mother has been twisted. In this moment of darkness, Hugo can no longer believe a hero will come to save him, and so he creates a Villain.
Chapter 0: The Batter
The Batter is born, created from the memories of Hugo's father, and a villain who appeared in a comic book that Hugo's father gave to him. A dark savior who will stop at nothing to put an end to Hugo's suffering, who will punish those who have betrayed him, and who will destroy the false world they have created within him.
When The Batter finally reaches Hugo's Room, he simply says "I'm here." A bitter bit of reassurance. Hugo has been expecting him. In the final act of Hugo's Wish, the Batter kills him. Before Hugo dies, he confesses to the Batter that he is still afraid to die.
"I am afraid of the Dark."
The Batter replies, reassuring him.
"From now on, there will be no more darkness."
This is rare for the Batter. He almost never reassures any of those destroyed along the way. He doesn't care at all for the death of Valerie or any of the plight of the many clones of Elsen. It's quite clear that Hugo is the only character in this world that the Batter cares for. He tears into the Queen for her treatment of Hugo, and is disgusted by the world that has been created through Hugo's abuse. Yet at the end, he can never save Hugo, only destroy him, as that is Hugo's final wish. As the Batter puts it:
"Escaping from your purpose is impossible."
The Batter ends the world, shutting down the machine that feasts on Hugo's body, finally giving peace to the child that brought him into this world.
The Switch is now on OFF
Ultimately, the Batter's actions are up for you to interpret. Was it the right thing to do? Maybe. Maybe there was another way.
However, the Batter was not Sadistic. He did not take any pleasure in this mission. Whether you think the Batter was right or wrong, there's no doubt that he is far more in depth and intentional than the raving evil lunatic he is so often portrayed as.
Side note: the Queen and the Batter
I'm putting this here because it didn't fit neatly up above. Another common misconception with the Batter is caused by the interactions between the Queen and the Batter in their final confrontation. The Queen's speech seems to imply some familiarity or home life with the Batter, which people have also taken at face value. Simply put, I do not think the Batter existed before you pressed new game. The interactions with the Queen having a familiarity is caused by bother characters being tulpas based on Hugo's parents, leading to those residual memories surfacing as the Queen dies. In truth, I do not believe the Queen and the Batter have ever met before the moment of their confrontation.
clover game update
some spriting updates to their room, and some small tweaks in placement. also new enterable area and maybe a secret
hi little bunie
okay guys. here’s a little humanstuck writing i did today accompanied by a sketch because it feels weird posting with no art:
That kid never sits with anybody, Naipunya’s thinking. What’s his deal?
She’s carrying her big plastic lunch tray out of the kitchen, which bears today’s lunch, spaghetti and meatballs. Soggy and crumbly and they never taste good. There’s a carton of 2% skim milk on the side, and some baby carrots, similarly soggy and tasteless. They’re stale, too, and dry. How can something be dry and soggy at the same time? They’re making everyone take a vegetable with their lunch, for nutrition. Nobody eats it though, so it’s a waste of food. It’s such a waste of food, so why do they do that? Naipunya doesn’t understand it.
She stands in the cafeteria noise outside the kitchen with her tray, pondering this dilemma, and thinking about where to sit today. She’s still watching that kid. His hair is straight and brown and long. He kind of looks like a girl if you look at him from the back, Naipunya thinks. He never gets the school lunch. He brings a big metal lunchbox instead. He’s sitting at his usual table today. Nobody else is sitting there. He doesn’t talk to anyone.
He’s unpacking his lunch, presently focused solely on the big box. First he unfolds a big white napkin, which had neatly enveloped a round white plate. The napkin is placed, slightly crumpled and askew, and the plate goes on top. With the boy having cleared the plate, the rest of the lunchbox’s contents below are now freed. From where Naipunya’s standing, it’s hard to see exactly what else is inside.
She’s deciding now whether or not she’s going to sit with him today. She doesn’t particularly have anywhere else to be, but maybe he’s alone for a reason. Maybe he’s mean. But maybe no one sits with him because he doesn’t have any friends. Naipunya decides she’ll move closer to his table to get a better look.
He’s pulling out a sizable glass bottle of milk now, which had lain aside two other wrapped things. His posture straightens slightly as he handles it, and he eagerly uncaps the bottle in anticipation. He grips the bottle with both hands and, raising it to his mouth, drinks it down voraciously. She watches him drink for several seconds, swallowing each gulp with increasing intensity. Finally, he slams the glass back down, having drunk almost the whole bottle in one long swig. The glass makes a loud CLUNK against the cafeteria table. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, not bothering to recap the bottle.
Closer, she can see him clearer now. His dark hair contrasts sharply with his pale face. Besides the hair that falls down his back about his shoulderblades, choppy bangs cover the sides of his forehead. The sides, but not the middle, because he’s got a cowlick on the top of his head which pushes them away like some sort of curtain. Now he’s taking the bigger of the two wrapped things out of his box, a sandwich with lettuce, and putting it on his plate. His hair makes him look like a horse.
“Your hair makes you look like a horse.” she tells him, standing over his table now.
The horse boy startles slightly at the sound —evidently he hadn’t noticed her approach in all the room’s noise— but regains his composure quickly, turning to look in her direction. His eyes are blueish grey. His face has brightened a bit; his previous seriousness now replaced with something almost like a smile.
“Yes,” he says, pausing before he continues, “Thank you.”
Naipunya beams.
What if water didn't have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle
terraria
why are people so obsessed with everything being an app? I keep seeing so many things people just asking for whatever to have an app and it's just like. or you could just use the fucking website. websites do exist. you can use them. it doesn't need to be an app.
when i was in high school i'd always be in the sorts of schools where having your phone taken away was a common punishment.
so anyways, due to my own irresponsibility i ended up having my phone in a vault a LOT of time. it was FUCKED how absolutely stranded you are without a phone, you can't do or register to most things online, you can't do anything when going outside, it's like your thumbs are gone. it's fucked up