Friday, 24 September 2010
Sunday, 12 September 2010
A Tale of Empires #2
The Island of Yukdo, 1228. The sun, in all it's eternal majesty, beats down on the the ground which, although certainly dusty, shines with the polish that many feet travelling will do to a piece of land. That is to say, rather than loose dirt and dust flying around, the ground has been beaten into submission by the passage of many people, and as a result has a bright sheen to it.
Every so often, the sun catches the edge of an axe, or the tip of a blade. The rays then bounce off said implements into the eyes of the many workers. 10 or so Korean villagers, after having breakfast in the town centre (Hm, Salmon), have began to chop wood, as they do every day. The sound of birds cawing drifts to their ears, the incessant swish swash of the waves beats endlessly on and the calls of other workers are heard. They chop the wood, because that is what they do. They are wood-choppers.
"Ay, Kurra, this'n be hard work, as usual"
"Wololo"
Conversation is rare among the workers, most preferring simply to chop wood, admiring their own fell swoops, perhaps imagining swinging their axe at the bastard Mayans. Because of this, although some of them could be called friends, the community of lumberjacks is somewhat loose, no one particularly caring about each other, despite their constant shared toil.
Suddenly, a sound is heard.
"Ay, Kurra, You hear that?"
"Bildin?"
"No, sounds like..marching"
As the workers continue to , well, work, the marching sounds get nearer and nearer, eventually completely eclipsing the waves, and the workers, and the birds. The trees to the right of the lumber-yard part and a horrible sight reveals it self. 10 men-at-arms, in the garb of the Mayans, step forward. Their brows are moist with swear, their red undershirts flutter slightly in the breeze, and the sun; as if sensing something untoward, glints on their armour.
"Miaaaaaaaaaa"
They charge, pulling their swords from their holdings in perfect unison. The villagers freeze where they are, unable to comprehend the sight before their eyes. They hear the town bell ring out, bidding all workers to retreat. Most of the workers do, running to the town centre, grabbing a bow and a few arrows and taking position in the main tower. The Lumberjacks, however, do not.
Frozen on the spot, they divide into two groups. The first group, still completely lost in a maelstorm of confusion, are fairly silent as they are struck down, still unable to "get it". The second group, coincidentally those who thought they would make good soldiers, brandish their axes and charge at the enemy soldiers. The soldier's faces show a brief instant of surprise, their eyebrows raising slightly, before lowering again as they realise these villagers are STILL harmless. The second group is cut down as swiftly as the first. Their axes falling to the ground with a dull thud, the sun leaving their faces for the last time. The soldiers then move on, destroying the lumberjack yard and many of the houses around it.
For those still in refuge within the town centre, it seems like the end is nigh...
Every so often, the sun catches the edge of an axe, or the tip of a blade. The rays then bounce off said implements into the eyes of the many workers. 10 or so Korean villagers, after having breakfast in the town centre (Hm, Salmon), have began to chop wood, as they do every day. The sound of birds cawing drifts to their ears, the incessant swish swash of the waves beats endlessly on and the calls of other workers are heard. They chop the wood, because that is what they do. They are wood-choppers.
"Ay, Kurra, this'n be hard work, as usual"
"Wololo"
Conversation is rare among the workers, most preferring simply to chop wood, admiring their own fell swoops, perhaps imagining swinging their axe at the bastard Mayans. Because of this, although some of them could be called friends, the community of lumberjacks is somewhat loose, no one particularly caring about each other, despite their constant shared toil.
Suddenly, a sound is heard.
"Ay, Kurra, You hear that?"
"Bildin?"
"No, sounds like..marching"
As the workers continue to , well, work, the marching sounds get nearer and nearer, eventually completely eclipsing the waves, and the workers, and the birds. The trees to the right of the lumber-yard part and a horrible sight reveals it self. 10 men-at-arms, in the garb of the Mayans, step forward. Their brows are moist with swear, their red undershirts flutter slightly in the breeze, and the sun; as if sensing something untoward, glints on their armour.
"Miaaaaaaaaaa"
They charge, pulling their swords from their holdings in perfect unison. The villagers freeze where they are, unable to comprehend the sight before their eyes. They hear the town bell ring out, bidding all workers to retreat. Most of the workers do, running to the town centre, grabbing a bow and a few arrows and taking position in the main tower. The Lumberjacks, however, do not.
Frozen on the spot, they divide into two groups. The first group, still completely lost in a maelstorm of confusion, are fairly silent as they are struck down, still unable to "get it". The second group, coincidentally those who thought they would make good soldiers, brandish their axes and charge at the enemy soldiers. The soldier's faces show a brief instant of surprise, their eyebrows raising slightly, before lowering again as they realise these villagers are STILL harmless. The second group is cut down as swiftly as the first. Their axes falling to the ground with a dull thud, the sun leaving their faces for the last time. The soldiers then move on, destroying the lumberjack yard and many of the houses around it.
For those still in refuge within the town centre, it seems like the end is nigh...
Saturday, 11 September 2010
A Tale of Empires #1
On the island of Yukdo, a bitter conflict reigns. Koreans, in their natural habitat, are fighting to repel the Mayans; Blood thirsty, religious, maniacs, intent on expanding their empire through whatever means needed, which in their case is often that of war. High Lord Chicken_Face implored 3 Koreans villagers to begin a settlement on the northern edge of the island, suspecting that the Mayans would soon wish to annex it into their rapidly growing province. To this extent, he also sent a scout to, well, scout.
As soon as the villagers arrived, they enacted their initial orders. They constructed a mill near a few berry bushes, and herded, with the aid of the scout, some sheep into an enclosure. More villagers arrived, sent from the mainland to help their efforts. These villagers were assigned to "Food-Duty", which involved, surprisingly, gathering food. The 3 original villages felled a tree, and built a dock. From this dock they constructed many fishing boats, which would serve as their main income of food. At the end of the first 10 days, they were satisfied that all was going well, and they rested.
I recall it as it were yesterday. I was sitting in my house, nearby the north coast. I was merely relaxing, as I had been ordering the villagers to chop wood all day, and it was too hot to stand out in the sun all day. I was also waiting for the scout to return, as I had sent him on a trip to scout the whole of the island. At that very moment, I recall a loud shriek. I recognized it immediately as the call of the Scout's eagle, which I assumed meant news of some form. I rushed out of my house, to the town centre, with its pine pillars and cloth roofing "Hmm, that really needs to be fixed up a little...". Upon reaching the town centre, I found the eagle, It was dead. This meant, as I knew, that the scout had discovered Mayans, and died in his attempts to keep them from discovering us.
After the scout's death spread around the village, the villagers themselves were more wary. The fishing boats retreated their field of view, fishing only in sight of the coast. Tensions were high, the death of one so early was unheard of, even when battling the Mayans. Their new Emperor, Tommy_The_Jerk, must be a fearsome foe indeed ,they thought. Unfortunately, this thought was later confirmed...
As soon as the villagers arrived, they enacted their initial orders. They constructed a mill near a few berry bushes, and herded, with the aid of the scout, some sheep into an enclosure. More villagers arrived, sent from the mainland to help their efforts. These villagers were assigned to "Food-Duty", which involved, surprisingly, gathering food. The 3 original villages felled a tree, and built a dock. From this dock they constructed many fishing boats, which would serve as their main income of food. At the end of the first 10 days, they were satisfied that all was going well, and they rested.
I recall it as it were yesterday. I was sitting in my house, nearby the north coast. I was merely relaxing, as I had been ordering the villagers to chop wood all day, and it was too hot to stand out in the sun all day. I was also waiting for the scout to return, as I had sent him on a trip to scout the whole of the island. At that very moment, I recall a loud shriek. I recognized it immediately as the call of the Scout's eagle, which I assumed meant news of some form. I rushed out of my house, to the town centre, with its pine pillars and cloth roofing "Hmm, that really needs to be fixed up a little...". Upon reaching the town centre, I found the eagle, It was dead. This meant, as I knew, that the scout had discovered Mayans, and died in his attempts to keep them from discovering us.
After the scout's death spread around the village, the villagers themselves were more wary. The fishing boats retreated their field of view, fishing only in sight of the coast. Tensions were high, the death of one so early was unheard of, even when battling the Mayans. Their new Emperor, Tommy_The_Jerk, must be a fearsome foe indeed ,they thought. Unfortunately, this thought was later confirmed...
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Free writing #1.
Phrase: Nothing will grow anymore
Nothing'll grow anymore. Things used to grow, way back when,, but now all that really grows is, in a sense, the feeling of desperation. There had been beautifully cliched biomes; lush forests, scorching deserts, frozen icelands, that kinda thing. But now wherever he went all he could see (or couldn't see, for that matter) was Dust. Dust floating like it would, he imagined, on the moon. Or perhaps it was Dust manuevering its way around, trying to escape. Maybe it wasn't even Dust, maybe it was something much worse. Either way it covered everything, these days. That's not to say it's a immovable barrier, bound to cover its charge no matter what. Like most Dust, it could be swept, or hoovered, or eaten (in times of need...). It was Dust, that much he knew, and Nothing grew anymore.
It's really short, but I literally had five minutes.
Nothing'll grow anymore. Things used to grow, way back when,, but now all that really grows is, in a sense, the feeling of desperation. There had been beautifully cliched biomes; lush forests, scorching deserts, frozen icelands, that kinda thing. But now wherever he went all he could see (or couldn't see, for that matter) was Dust. Dust floating like it would, he imagined, on the moon. Or perhaps it was Dust manuevering its way around, trying to escape. Maybe it wasn't even Dust, maybe it was something much worse. Either way it covered everything, these days. That's not to say it's a immovable barrier, bound to cover its charge no matter what. Like most Dust, it could be swept, or hoovered, or eaten (in times of need...). It was Dust, that much he knew, and Nothing grew anymore.
It's really short, but I literally had five minutes.
to hell with pure games stuff.
Yeah I don't currently have THAT much access to actual decent games, so I'm switching this site up to also include my various writings. This'll include random free writing, short stories, poems etc. It'll also hopefully lead to more content cause ultimately I enjoy writing more than I enjoy writing about games.
Also, I added the name of Pegasi to my various internet usernames, so yeah.
Pegasi, AppleMaster and Chicken_Face up in dis bitch.
Also, I added the name of Pegasi to my various internet usernames, so yeah.
Pegasi, AppleMaster and Chicken_Face up in dis bitch.
Saturday, 3 July 2010
Livestream of PURE AWESOME (probably)
Hey. Embedded after the jump is my livestream. I'm currently playing Minecraft but I can take requests and we'll see. Actually, it's not even after the jump. And it's broken.Click here to go to the stream
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Great flash game or GREATEST flash game?
Transformice.
A simple game on paper. You are a mouse, get the cheese and return to your mousehole, do this as quick as possible for more points. In fact, you'd be forgiven for thinking such a game is way too simple for your magnificent brain, but there's the problem. if someone did, for some reason, decline to try this game, they'd be missing out on quite frankly the best game ever.
Because, you're not just trying to get the cheese into your mousehole as quick as possible, You're also trying to beat 60 or so other mice. One of them is also a shaman, a magical mouse that can spawn objects to either help you reach the cheese, or hinder you. (The latter seems to be more prevalent).
It's amazing fun, and although it can be summed up as 60 player co-op where everyone is an asshole, I heartily recommend you play at least once. Just make sure the next 5 hours are free, since it's a potent timesink too.
UK download: http://filesmelt.com/dl/Transformice.exe
Here's a lovely video of it, too. Watch if you're not sold on the game yet.
Oh, and before I forget, click Here to go right to the game, in your browser.
A simple game on paper. You are a mouse, get the cheese and return to your mousehole, do this as quick as possible for more points. In fact, you'd be forgiven for thinking such a game is way too simple for your magnificent brain, but there's the problem. if someone did, for some reason, decline to try this game, they'd be missing out on quite frankly the best game ever.
Because, you're not just trying to get the cheese into your mousehole as quick as possible, You're also trying to beat 60 or so other mice. One of them is also a shaman, a magical mouse that can spawn objects to either help you reach the cheese, or hinder you. (The latter seems to be more prevalent).
It's amazing fun, and although it can be summed up as 60 player co-op where everyone is an asshole, I heartily recommend you play at least once. Just make sure the next 5 hours are free, since it's a potent timesink too.
UK download: http://filesmelt.com/dl/Transformice.exe
Here's a lovely video of it, too. Watch if you're not sold on the game yet.
Oh, and before I forget, click Here to go right to the game, in your browser.
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