Posts Tagged ‘Games’

Snow on the dashboard, snow on the ground

9GAG has it. It just stopped wet-snowing around here, irl. And as I returned to my WP dashboard and saw floating flecks of white. Well, have to brace myself for the invasion of the MySpace script that should have stayed there.

*brikd for having no holiday spirit*

I’ll gave to look into starting an errand business or something. Been doing it forever, I have all the time in the world, and heck knows if I can go to a store and buy something for some old people. I mean, they’re practically all up and down my block. And if they aren’t aged socialites, they’re busy families that could probably care less about standing in long, long lines at the supermarket. I could totally do that… Oh… wait… I’d need a phone for something like that. And I’m pretty sure Mom would be a bit of a killjoy about just how honest people are or some nightmare scenario like that. Oh man, wrinkles to iron out…

Played some Triple Triad last night. Subsequently reminded myself of why I probably stopped playing: It’s too damned fun.


This is your minigame.


This is your minigame on drugs.

Or ADD. It doesn’t get ADHD unless you’re playing in a timed tourney. Going to play some after I animate today. :P

Who am I kidding? *starts game up*

Thank you, and have a nice day.

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Direction

You know, one of these days, I have to just admit that I’ve got little to no direction, little motivation, and absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Push come to shove, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

*still getting briked for whatever the hell kind of intro that was*

Puzzle Pirates. You’d think it would be a bomb-out idea, liable to fail in logic at any moment. The trouble is it’s not, and it works for the most-part. It’s like… thinking about Pokemon. “Why the hell do these strange people care about silly little animals that breathe fire?” Well, because they’re silly little animals that breathe fire. It’s self-sustaining; self-justified; because if they really existed, that’s probably what would happen. Same with PP; if matching colored pieces together could set sails or equate to fighting prowess, then it would probably work. In this way, a fully crewed ship, working several puzzles at once, function much like an actual sailing crew. One person screws up, the whole ship goes to bilge… er, shit. The only logic-fail I’ve hit was the brewing puzzle; I mean, a burnt brew irl is not necessarily a bad one. Just tastes like burnt bread yeast; I hear that it’s an acquired taste. :P And Poker. Trick-taking games are older than Poker, and I think they do have Hearts and Spades in that game, too, but depending on when this is taking place I don’t think Pirates would have played Poker. Gotta Wiki’ that later, just to be sure…

*brikd for trying to bring logic in a game that considereds itself to be family-friendly-fun*

And before that I did this:

No reason. Because I wanted to record a blog instead of writing one, and I can’t record audio. Because I could. And because the GIMP and CamStudio can’t run at the same time. :( I’m not too good in GIMP anyway. I draw WAY better in Flash, but that’s only self-comparative and I don’t want to crash my already glitchy compy. I’m really just dabbling. One of these days, one of my stories is going to bug me enough to make me want to draw or write it and then the world will be subjected to my lack of talent. XP

Took GoogleTube long enough; 3 days to figure out to put other MSPaint and speedpaint vids in the related panel. I swear, Google needs to stick to web searches and fun logos. That’s about all they do right. And now I’m probably going to be watching other people’s speedpaints all day. Great. Lovely, thanks.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Theories

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I don’t know if it’s the chill in the air or the fact that I could not partake in the chamomile goodness that lulled me to sleep the other night, but I am a real grump when it looks like people have turned on me. OR perhaps the combined doucheness of my older brother and my mom’s bf in one room is just too much for me. Who knows.

Between Brandon’s impromptu Japanese practice and the potbellied-would-be-stepdad’s chronic loudness, I was about ready to kill things. Not a bad emotion when you get used to it, but it gets hard to hide. And people expect you to hide that kind of shit. But how are they supposed to cower in fear and make me feel better? This world makes no sense, I tells ya… :P

Not that my older bro butchers the language. Oh no; man took lessons and everything. Goes to Chinatown to practice. I’ve never met a more devoted Japanophile in my entire life. (Of course, I don’t meet many people period, but that’s a different subject.)

Got some PKMN in the BG. I don’t know; just listening to fights in Battle Revolution makes me feel as though I own it. Meh, someday…

Okay, here’s the theory: Takes about a week to breed and EV trained any SINGLE pokemon. Less than a day for an egg to be laid, an average of three days to hatch the one with a good enough Nature, and a good four or more days to acquire the needed EVs (Pokerus + Power Items, of course). This in mind, wouldn’t it be easier to plan the mons up, set six poke’s to the side (hatch them all first), and then train them all in one specific stat? Of course, the resulting team would be a little one-sided, but I’m doing all this to build a stable of Mon to mix and match as I choose. And If I really do get a stable team out of all this, all the better. Anything to shape up my online record and better my “Bench” box. HP-based builds first. :3

Here, have a Pokemon match…

Thank you, and have a nice day.

The Precipice

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I constantly swing across the precipice of awake and dreaming. I have to, because this is where all the fantastic things are. This personal astral plane is where they hide and in order to do what I do I need to throw a line over the edge, take a deep breath, and start climbing downwards. See what I can bring back, you know?

I should hope to heck that no one I know personally has ever read this journal. No reason. I just love it when the thing is I say here start worming their way into reality. That isn’t right. Not even by InkHeart standards. (And if that’s the case, I want to wake up in a huge pile of hundred dollar bills tomorrow morning. :P)

I’ve always thought I was different. Maybe even a little nuts. But the difference between the truly insane and the people like me is that we know when we’re acting like idiots. We just don’t give two craps. It’s when people start to claim they’re fine while shaking and dodging invisible ghosts.

Furthermore, I’m quite alarmed that I don’t have the right to like or dislike things. It just so happens that I dislike most people, a good chunk of pre-internet technology, and talking. I’m not in the mood to explaining. Explaining is for people defending themselves. Why should I defend myself to people who think I’m already ‘gone’…

And that’s my rant. *sighs* :3


And all you can wonder is who’s reading to who.


Can I see the hands of everyone who saw this coming? Yeah, me too. -_-;


… :’3…

Also, “Books that will induce a mindfuck.” Seriously. I don’t think they missed one. Of course, I haven’t read in a while. I mean really read. ‘Glued to your seat for hours’ read. Nope. Somethings come naturally, and some just don’t.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Well, this is going to be in my head all day…

Nothing like bright colors and peppy music to turn my brain to mush… -_-;

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Raid Fail

Raidfail-jpg

… The mini baddies it summons is no excuse. A couple of them targeted me, and I beat them with time enough to get back to healing the main tanker. I had help, but yeah… Everyone was too damned close to the Boss, and that’s about the size of it. And then my lovely connection lagged my controls… I blame the rain on that one. :P

And you know, it keeps happening to me, too. It’s like the whole gamer slate has been wiped clean and all I have left to play with are the scrappy little guys that do well enough until some actual strategy is involved. Then it all falls like a quiche in a stampede. Lovely.

Took me a while to wake up as it is. I’m just now gathering the faculties to type and such. I really don’t do 5am wake up calls that well. And to hell if I even have the cognitive sense to say no to things. Which is probably why I have a cooler full of food in my room. But it is raining. And it’s cold, too. Can’t really be out there unless I want a cold. I hope this isn’t Summer ending too soon. That would scare me a little.

So, the lot-hunt is called on the count of crappy weather. *snaps fingers in fake disappointment* As is the freecycling. It’s too bad; there were aluminum rods involved as well as some electrical wire. Sounds like support poles and twine to me, don’t you think? I really should pay more attention to the weather reports. -_-;

Meh… Thank you, and have a nice day.

A day with my brothers

Ah, big bro. It’s not bad, but it’s not good. But it’s better than what others do. Meh, I gave it a four.

Good afternoon, good morning, good evening. I am under the influence of nothing but good vibes, rainbows, and purple. (I dunno. The purple just sounded right… :P )

Me and my little brother played Fiesta again today. Good stuff. We’re both level 12, and on the verge of sub-noob territory already. I know the leveling will start to get grindy at about 15, so I’m relishing all the easy-work now, before it gets all excruciating. I’m also getting heavy flashbacks of Phantasy Star Online and how strangely awesome the three of us are at games in general. I was expecting to eat it when he died at the hands of a wolf, but I smoked him with a firebolt and a magic missile easy. Note to self: start a cleric. Just because…

And for a few fleeting moments, I actually wanted to record myself for my blog today, but changed my mind. I just don’t do the talking thing too well. I’m only funny in my head, and I probably would have been boring. Honestly, I’d rather have you all suffer through a written blog than my verbal stammerings.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

skribble-skribble… :3


… In an afterthought, it’s not the “free only if you don’t pay” aspect that he doesn’t like. I think it’s the “quality and depth in ratio to how much you pay for it” aspect. I.E., the more you pay, the more content the game has. False concept, but it keeps the Console l3375 away. *shrugs*

Thank you, and have a nice day.

PKMN-TV

Good afternoon, good morning, good evening. I think I’m going to try not to understand people today. That way, I’ll get upset way less.

One of those days when you just want to crawl under something and stay there for a bit. But I can’t. Meh, wadaya gonna do?

Meh…

… more of the like here.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

… … … Banana.

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. Nothing says wake the hell up like lawn care sounds and the whiny buzz of a paper shredder. Don’t mind me; everything annoys me in the morning. >|(…

Limbs. I must look up what loosing your limbs in a dream means. They weren’t even mine, tho, not technically. I was playing a game, i think. Which makes sense, because I had been watching a few “Let’s Play” vids on the Tubes of You’ing.

That also reminds me; my older brother suggested (read: really, REALLY wanted) me to make a YouTube and watch and fave and rate his stuff and such. -_-;… oh… boy… Love him much I do, but in the humoring mood I am not. In anycase, I should do it anyway. Just because. No reason, just… because… Damn, I’m a nice person… =_=

I don’t know. I guess you would have to meet him to fully get why I feel so pressured. He’s… a strong personality. The kind of guy that you would, despite his appearances, follow to the ends of the earth if you weren’t thinking straight. A sort of… Well, like the main character of an Anime; everyone just seems to swarm around him. Think the guy with the glasses from Gurren Lagen. Way too energetic, passionate, and righteous for their own good.

I just don’t want another account on another site to take care of. I just don’t. Call me lazy, but that’s just what it is. I’m enough places at once, aren’t I?

It’ll come down to a coin flip. I’ll flip some incessant little coin to decide whether I actually interact with someone I know IRL on the intertubes. Oh man; even POSSIBLE breakings of my own rules makes me nauseous.

So, I’m planning a game. Furthermore, I’m planning a Beat ’em up. A beat ’em up based on a sim game. Yeah, I know you don’t follow. You’re not supposed to. Just… let it swarm in you mind a little bit. Let the weirdness sink in, while I laugh evily… Fufufufufufufuuuu… >:3


Aaaaaaand, bananas.
Because the Internet doesn’t have enough yellow. *nods*

During long, awkward silences, I say random words. “Banana” is one of them. I said this once to my little brother after settling an argument, and he countered with “Apple”. Since then, when ever we run out of words that actually make sense, we start naming foods. *shrugs*

Thank you, and have a nice day.

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