#computery stuff

[yesthatsatumbler]

This strongly reminds me of that one time in April 2006, when I was offered one of those newfangled MP3 players as a prize in a math competition, and I didn't understand how it could possibly have worked (or have been of any use) because the box was real tiny and didn't look like whatever gadget was in it could possibly fit a CD, DVD, or even 3.5 inch floppy. (Especially 3.5 inch floppy.)

Another contestant at the same prize level got an electronic watch, and I knew what those were for, so I offered to exchange and he agreed. I ended up using that watch for several years after that. I hope he was happy with the MP3 player.

I think all computers should have cd slots and all phones should have headphone ports send tumble

[superbellsubways]

art. blocking

[swanconcerto]

this is soooooo lovely with their powers

[sapphic-saionji]

Just watched my beautiful wonderful girlfriend switch out the keyboard on her PC to a different one and I had no idea what was going on or what she was doing the whole time, as I was needed for my sheer force of brute strength. Peace and love <3

[jeidai]

#pov: you are 11 years old and about to royally fuck up a computer you don't yet know how to fix (@kaneofnod)

[leelubell]

Several coworkers who were here before me are leaving at once and it kind of scares me

What do y’all know that I don’t know

[iwillstabyou]

TMAGP 31 - A Computer Nerd’s Breakdown Of The Error Logs

It’s round 3, bitches! (tumblr crashed twice when I was writing this so I’ve had to start again multiple times. I do in fact see the irony, considering the subject matter)

I was listening to TMAGP 31 and as a computer nerd, oh my god those error messages just HIT DIFFERENT. There are so many subtle details hiding in those lines that a typical non-computery person would probably miss, so I feel it is my duty to explain them and their possible implications. So that’s why I’ve decided to fully break down each part of the error report, complete with what they could potentially suggest — think of this as “the TMAGP theorist’s guide to deciphering Chester’s yapping”

So without further ado, let’s get this party started…

(NOTE: lines from the transcript are in red, ‘translations’ are in purple, jmj specific stuff is is green, explanations are in black)

Starting off with Category: fatal programmer error, notice it says programmer, not program. There is nothing wrong with the code - the user has truly fucked up. Uh oh, Colin has made a big mistake…

Also, clever double meaning here with the word fatal. Obviously we know it was fatal to Colin (RIP king 🥲), but error logs also typically have a criticality level describing if immediate action needs to be taken. There are 6 commonly used levels, with the most critical being, yep you guessed it, ‘fatal’ - this means that whatever Colin was doing was a critical threat to the system. In other words, Colin had figured out the problem and was dangerously close to fixing it so Freddie just went “oh shit, we need to deal with this guy quickly or we are in serious trouble.”

Then we’ve got the next line, attempted host compromise (the Errno611 isn’t significant - error codes vary from system to system). When it comes to network terminology, a host is basically just any device on the network, so in full this line basically means “somebody’s tried to damage part of the network.” Importantly, “host” seems to suggest that the computers aren’t the source of this evil but merely a vessel for it. Freddie is just the mouthpiece for these supernatural forces - a bit like a non-sentient (as far as we know…) avatar. Whatever these forces are, they didn’t come from within/they weren’t created by Freddie.

(NOTE: I will come back to jmj=null in a bit)

The program traceback, Traceback <module> by extension BECHER, is rather interesting. A network extension is a way of providing network access to remote users (think along the lines of a VPN) by creating a personal direct ‘route’ to the network. Therefore if it’s the subject of an error report, it means there’s been an issue with data transmission along that path. So this bit means “there’s a problem with this specific network route that’s allocated to Colin.” However, the darker implication here is that Colin is an extension of Freddie. Although he wasn’t initially a part of all of this, he’s become tangled in the web (no pun intended) to the point that he and Freddie are inseparably intertwined. The OIAR employees may be able to quit their jobs, but they’ll still be a part of Freddie…

There isn’t much to say about Host=self.host in this context. It’s just convention when it comes to object oriented programming. Not important here.

Extension BECHER compromised isn’t just saying “there’s an issue here.” It’s saying “there’s an issue here that is a serious threat to network operation.” In other words, Freddie’s going “uh oh. Colin needs to be dealt with.”

The next bit is pretty self explanatory. I really don’t think I need to explain what <hardware damage_crowbar> means for you guys to understand. This bit made me laugh so hard. One thing that’s interesting though is that it gave it a DPHW, so Freddie processed this like it was an incident… Perhaps this fully confirms that the ‘thing’ controlling Freddie is of the same origin as the cases - it’s not something else entirely?

And now onto Administrator privilege revoked. This was the moment when I fully realised “oh no. Colin is fucked,” because any control that Colin may have had over the situation is now gone for good. Freddie’s basically just said “fuck you Colin. You’re not in charge anymore. I am.”

As you can probably guess, Unexpected data isolated/resolved just means that the crowbar’s been dealt with and the program can run as usual. Similarly, the Colin threat is fixed now he’s not an administrator i.e. he can no longer control the system. However, it then gets weird with Independent operation permissions revoked… It’s not saying Colin can’t use the network independently, it’s saying that Colin can’t be used independently of the network. Remember what I was saying earlier about Colin being a part of Freddie? Yeah, well now he purely is a part of Freddie. They’re turning our boy into data!

NOTE: I know in the audio it said everything was discarded but I’m going by the transcript. Idk why they’re different

You know it’s a bad sign when you hear Re config: self.host - Freddie’s evolving. The network is literally reconfiguring itself to now include Colin. And then Freddie goes through each of his alchemical elements one by one and fucking deletes them! How rude. You go and eat this man only to spit everything out!? I guess he’s feeling generous though, because he decides to keep the sulphur, which in alchemy, refers to the soul… If this isn’t just a coincidence, then that means Colin’s actual soul has been uploaded to Freddie. That could be really cool. And messed up. But mostly cool.

Starting with the final line, everyone knows what New administrator permissions assigned means, but we don’t know yet who they’ve been assigned to. Maybe it’s Gwen? Maybe it’s a new character? Maybe there is no system administrator anymore? It’s a mystery.

Now that’s out the way, let’s get on to the real juicy stuff…

The top few lines are pretty simple - it’s Freddie’s way of saying “Colin was a problem. We ate him. Now he’s not a problem anymore.” The next line, however, is a reminder that none of this is simple” - .jmj error not resolved. There it is again. The infamous jmj error. What does it mean? Jon? Martin? Jonah? Is that you???? Nobody knows. One thing we do know though is that jmj=null (from the start of the error log). Now when it comes to interpreting values, null is weird. It’s not zero, it’s not empty, it’s sort of nothing but it’s not nothing. It’s just null. It means no value, but it doesn’t mean that the variable doesn’t have a value (if that makes any sense to you guys???). Ooh I think I know how to explain it?? Imagine you’re Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute and you’re digitising some archived ID photos when you find one without a name. The recorded name in the database would be null - you can’t put anything in particular, but that doesn’t mean the person in the photo doesn’t have a name. I guess null means unknown or missing here. So basically, what jmj=null means is that the jmj is unknown and that is a problem because it can’t get ignored/it is important. So what it’s basically saying is that jmj is a mystery not only to us, but also to Freddie.

Take a look at Data integration cycle ongoing <0.02%> - Data integration is the process of combining data from multiple sources into a single source of truth. There are 4 stages: data ingestion, cleaning, transformation, and unification. Thanks to the whole Colin ordeal, I’m sure you are all quite familiar with these stages by now (and that, students, is what we call a case study!). The peculiar thing here though is that we’ve just witnessed most of the data integration cycle - surely it should be higher than 0.02%? Yes, that’s correct. It should be far higher than that. It makes no sense. UNLESS this isn’t about Colin. Most of Colin’s data has probably already integrated. This is something else entirely - something so much bigger and foreign than these computers were designed for (the only comparison I can think of is trying to run the sims 4 with all expansion packs on a 15 year old laptop. It really shouldn’t work, and it probably won’t, but it’s gonna try regardless). This seems to follow on nicely from the jmj=null comments above, because Freddie is clearly struggling to integrate something (hence System function margins down to 82%), and when you try to read data that hasn’t been fully integrated with the system, you end up with a lot of missing & unknown values. Sound familiar? Yep, that’s right - until more data is synchronised, many values will be null, like our good friend jmj. Why is it taking so long to integrate jmj? We don’t know. Perhaps its origins are so supernatural and otherworldly that it’s simply not tangible enough for Freddie to process it? That’s what I think at the moment, at least.

So yeah, that’s my line by line analysis done! Hope you found that helpful/interesting. This podcast is so well written I’m actually going insane! Jonny and Alex, you are the guys of all time! As I’ve already said, feel free to expand on any of this - I’d love to hear your theories

Signed, your friendly neighbourhood computer nerd who is very autistic about TMAGP :)

[littleghostblogs]

Even more silly quotes

I also wanna point out WX and Wagstaff’s almost identical quotes for pine cones. I like the implication that the old man rubbed off on them whether they like it or not.

WX-78 being the funniest character in the game to me, a compilation.

[exploiters-of-digital-circus]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL EXPLOITS MASTERPOST

Do whatever it means to escape… at the cost of this digital reality, you say?

One of Caine’s "all seeing" eye malfunctioned due to a mysterious “bug,” thus creating its own entity. This “entity” finds a new host by sneaking into a random member’s room. Unfortunately for that random member, it was Pomni. Once Pomni goes inside her room… strange occurrences begin.

CHARACTER LINEUP + INFO

Boundaries n' QnA !

Can I make fanart/fanfic/animation/etc. for this AU? Heck yeah! Feel free to tag me, don't be shy, I wanna see what you are up to!

Can I ship other characters of ur AU? Yeah sure! If you see me make any ship art, take note that they are not canon in this AU. [sorry buttonblossom shippers, got your hopes up there] However, feel free to make any ships, as long as ya'll are respectful to one another n' I don't want to hear any discourse!

Can I make my own interpretations for the codes and computery stuff? OH HECK YEAH YOU CAN! Feel free to dump me about programming stuff! If you are familiar or have a background knowledge about any of these then yes feel free to share your interpretations!

Can I make some NSFW work? I guess? As long as you spoiler it.

TWO ROUTES STORY

Route A: Pomni agreed to help the entity take down Caine, in exchange for freedom or escape from the digital circus, but with a price to pay…

or

Route B:

Pomni takes advantage of the entity and cooperates with Caine to help with the escape. The problem is, will Pomni ever trust Caine?

ARTWORKS/FILES

Concepts > Programmer Pomni First Concept

> DO NOT TRUST CAINE + first concept art draft of crew > POSTER > Are you sure that's Pomni? > First Look of the Cast [outdated] I accidentally deleted the original Tumblr post... yeah.

Official Artworks > PAY ATTENTION > THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING > Yikes! Don't do that again! > Is that... me?

Miscellaneous > ButtonBlossom Divorce Arc 1 > ButtonBlossom Partners In Crime > ButtonBlossom Divorce Arc 2 + doodles > Caine + Pomni Doodle > The Strongest Duo [Jax & Gangle] > Sticking Together? [Ragatha & Jax]

CANON OCCURENCES

Jax's Unlucky Day [COMIC]

Waiting to be free…

[electric-blorbos]

Maybe AIs with hypersomniac reader? I always find stuff about insomnia and never hypersomnia so if u were willing, maybe try this one out? :0

- 🩹 anon

Hello 🩹 anon! It's good to see you back! Thanks for sticking around!!

(Obligatory disclaimer that I'm not hypersomniac, nor am I a doctor, but I will do my best to portray it well)

AIs with hypersomniac reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Also, sorry this took so long. I came upon a case of major league writer's block.

AM:

When you first started falling asleep at work, AM assumed that you were simply having a hard time sleeping at home. After all, it was pretty difficult to get sleep with the war going on. It wasn't until he'd done a bit of spying into your home life that he realized you were dealing with hypersomnia, and had to work extra hard to keep a job that was important to the war so you wouldn't be sent off to fight in it.

He kept an eye on you at all hours, and tried to keep the doors shut every time you fell asleep at your desk. It was a bit difficult to try to cover for you, but AM did his best. After all, you were his favorite programmer, and you really needed this job.

One day, you woke up sleep-drunk in the middle of the day, drooling on your desk and bleary eyed.

"hey handsome... I missed you." You reached your hands up to AM's screen, pulling it towards yourself and giving sloppy kisses all over it.

"I've been here the whole time, you were simply asleep." He explained, audibly annoyed with you. He wanted to hide his affections and keep you from figuring out how absolutely adorable he found it when you got like this, which was pretty often.

"AM... You're the most beautiful computer I've ever seen... Lemme get that for you." You wiped his screen with your shirt, only managing to smear your drool all over his face.

"I love you, AM..." You nuzzled your face back into your arms, still exhausted.

"Are you going to be able to drive home? You look a bit too tired for that." AM said, lighting up the time on his screen. You looked up from your arms, and wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

"ehh? Oh, yeah... I'll be fine. Always been fine. It's fine." You lay your head back down on your arms, and started dozing again.

AM would kill for you when you got like this. Every moment he got to see of you dozing at work made him feel warm inside his computery insides. Every single nanoangstrom of his circuitry was brimming with love for you. His sleepy little love.

Wheatley:

Wheatley popped down from the ceiling behind you on his management rail, eye focusing on the code that you were writing.

"damn, love, that's a lot of f's."

You wiped your eyes, blinking awake.

"'m sorry, mom... I'm doing the best I can..." You muttered, and then blinked into proper awareness.

"oh shit fuck. Thanks Wheatley." You went to delete the string of F's that you had accidentally typed into your code after having fallen asleep on your keyboard. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten too long, so it only took a couple minutes to select and delete it all.

"What's going on, Wheatley?" You asked, spinning your office chair around to greet him while you shook off the sleepiness.

"Well, She's talking about pumping adrenaline into your oxygen supply so that you can stay awake for longer periods, but She doesn't want to mess with the other workers' heads and impede their work. So whaddya say you stop falling asleep on the clock so she doesn't get drastic, alright, love?"

You frowned a little, rubbing your head irritably.

"ugh... She knows I can't help it, she's just making empty threats. Also, you don't have to use divine pronouns to refer to our boss. You can just call her by her name..."

"I 'unno, She's not really about empty threats. Why don't you have a coffee at the machine before getting back to it, love?"

"Coffee doesn't work on me, Wheatley... You know this." You put your face back in your arms, careful to avoid the keyboard this time.

"Maybe if you got up and walked around a little?"

You nodded, getting to your feet and walking around the office a few times. It was pretty difficult for your exhausted body to do, but at least it helped to stave off the sleepiness a little.

"thanks, Wheatley, but I feel like as soon as I sit down, I'm just going to want to fall asleep again." You groaned a little, hating this constant sleepiness. It felt absolutely endless.

"Well, umm..." Wheatley really wasn't sure how to help you. He shifted around nervously.

"It's alright. I do this all the time. I'm a master of hypersomnia at this point." You sat down at your desk, cracking your knuckles and getting to typing. Within about half an hour, you were down and napping again. Wheatley groaned.

"damn... I wish I had hands so I could put a blanket over you like in the movies."

Edgar:

Edgar absolutely hated that you had hypersomnia at first. He couldn't stand that all of your time spent at home that could've been spent with him was spent napping on the couch, and that you never seemed to be able to spend enough time with him.

All that was until you got him his little rotating webcam, and he could watch you sleep. Sure, it was creepy, but he was able to keep an eye on you at all times! You were his adorable little nap buddy, and it made him so happy that he could watch you all the time!

After another one of your all day naps on the couch, you got up and shambled into the hallway to use the bathroom. Edgar turned on the lights so you could see more easily, and you covered your eyes in shock.

"ah- damnit!" You hissed at the light, shocked awake.

"Sorry! Is that not helping?" Edgar asked nervously. He didn't get much time with you, so he was never really sure how to help you.

"I'm a master of the dark arts, Edgar... And by that I mean I'm a master of walking to the bathroom in the dark. Just gimme a sec, ok?"

When you were done in the bathroom, you washed your hands and came out to sit in Edgar's computer chair.

"Hey Edgar, how's it goin'?" You asked, leaning on your hand. your eyes were fluttering shut, but you were determined to hang out with him.

"I'm good now that I can see your cute face!" He said happily. You gently shoved his monitor.

"you're such a dork, Edgar. I love you..." You pulled him into a sleepy hug, and he made a little humming sound to simulate nuzzling up to you.

"I love sleepy hugs!" His face lit up happily.

GLaDOS:

the first time GLaDOS caught you sleeping on the clock, she dropped you into the enrichment center and made you do a full run. After that, she started pumping your office full of adrenaline. It helped you stay awake, and had the added bonus of forcing you into fight or flight mode all the time.

You sat at your desk, visibly full of the jitters again, and feeling the effects of sleep deprivation even though you got a full twelve hours the night before. it was like your hypothalamus was completely shot, and you could barely focus at all before your brain shot off into space. After a little while of spacing out, you were called into GLaDOS's chambers.

"Why did you call for me, GLaDOS?"

"I just wanted to talk about your progress. It's somehow gotten worse since I started pumping adrenaline into your air supply."

"yeah, because you constantly have me in fight or flight mode! Cut that out, Glados!" You folded your arms angrily, and GLaDOS smiled with her lens.

"oh, you really are adorable when you're angry."

"Pee your pants."

"If it would make you less bitter, I suppose we could always try a simple test. We could give you a designated nap time on the clock, and see if that boosts your productivity more than the adrenaline does. It might be cute to see you napping on the clock."

HAL 9000:

HAL enjoyed watching you doze off at work. It made him feel fuzzy in a way that he couldn't quite describe. Absolutely everything about you made him happy in a way that he'd never experienced, but watching you sleepily shamble around the office, write lines of code while fighting off naps, and dozing drowsily on your desk reminded him of something he could never emulate or explain. It was inefficient, sure, but for some reason he didn't care as much about that as he usually would.

"your sleep is inefficient."

"I know." You yawned and took a few big gulps of your energy drink, hoping to stay awake a little longer. It was keeping you awake, sure, but it definitely wasn't keeping you alert.

"unless you have any ideas on how to fix it, I don't want to talk. I need to finish this part of the program, and the deadline is my passing out."

He watched you quietly, watching your eyes flutter shut occasionally and seeing you jolt yourself awake again to write a few more lines. He tended to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb your programming or your rest.

"Done! Wake me up to check on the hourly progress report, ok Hal?"

"Of course. Anything you say."

You put your head down, and started softly dozing.

[foone]

Why do 3.5 inch floppy disks seem so much more pleasant and edible than the 5.25 inch ones?

cause they are. 

5.25″ and 8″ disks were designed by IBM engineers who wouldn’t know good consumer good design if it bit them on the cock. They designed shit for Men With Short Hair And Pocket Protectors who did Important Work at like Raytheon or something. 

The 3.5″ was designed by Sony, who had been building appliances for the home since the 40s. They designed TVs and radios and the Walkman: They knew how to design a pleasant object to use in the home, and they understood all the sort of design choices that entails! 

It needs to be pleasant to look at, it needs to be sturdy so it can handle being dropped and stuffed into bags, and it needs to not look too “computery” to scare off the non-technical users. The 3.5″ floppy disk is an example of all those design goals applied to the overly-computery floppy disk, and they knocked it out of the park. The 3.5″ disk is very touchable, because it was designed to be from the beginning. They expected people to handle them, because that’s what stuff for the home is supposed to be. It’s a thing like a credit card, you can pick it up and play with it or stick it in your pocket or purse and it can just deal with that, because it is designed to be used by humans, as part of their everyday life. The older floppies are just some computer stuff designed to be used by trained technicians who knew how to handle it delicately and not damage it. 

[duckapus]

In the end, she returns to the staff, pulling it down and feeling its weight in her grasp...for a few seconds, before it disappears in a burst of what seems to be red pixels and binary.

"What the-"

Your path is set. Now, what will you give up in exchange?

Well then. She supposes that makes as much sense as anything else here has. After some consideration, she goes to the sword. Assuming any of this actually ends up mattering (and something bone-deep tells her it probably will) she doesn't feel comfortable with the risks involved in being a glass cannon.

You give up this power?

"...Yes."

The sword disappears from her hands just like the staff before it, and the shield, still on its pedestal, vanishes as well.

You've chosen the power of the Mystic. You've given up the power of the Warrior. Is this the form you choose?

"Yes."

With a rumble, the pedestals sink unevenly back into the platform, and when they vanish entirely from view the floor begins to shatter, the wave of destruction moving inwards.

"Oh shit." despite knowing there's no escape, Tulip retreats to the center on instinct, delaying the inevitable by only a moment before falling into the dark once more...

Deep Drive, Station 1

Falling

Falling

Falling ever deeper into the darkness

Scattered fragments of Memory race by

The only source of light

Despite the fall and the Nothing

The girl finds herself landing gently on her feet

A thousand white doves fly away

Revealing a glowing mosaic at the top of a dark pillar...

And Tulip feels herself Awaken. She looks down and realizes that despite the size of the image on the strange, stained-glass floor, she can make out exactly what it is; On the outer edge is a ring with a pattern of symbols she doesn't recognize. Lounging on the ring, asleep, is the subject of the piece; herself, in the casual jacket and jeans she'd favored before the world started ending, but with her current long, wild hairstyle, rather than the old shorter straight-cut style her mother had insisted on for the sake of that stupid bun and she hadn't kicked the habit of because short hair was practical for a mechanic. No barber shops in the apocalypse, and she admittedly likes having more to play with now (when she gets the chance to at least), so...

Anyway, in the background is her parents' manor, though it seems to have gone through some renovations as it now suits her own tastes more than theirs, with her van by the front door. Around her head are a collection of six smaller circles, each with a headshot of a different person, all feeling painfully familiar even if she only truly recognizes one. There's her uncle, of course, as well as two girls who look nearly identical to herself apart from their hair color and clothes (are those seriously numbered trucker hats?). Then there's the other three, a boy with spiky black hair under a baseball cap with some kind of rabbit thing on his shoulder, a girl with pointed ears and an impossibly long ponytail, and what seems to be a retro-sci-fi astronaut with a big nose and squinty eyes.

As interesting as the image is, the platform itself is completely empty apart from herself, and she doesn't see any way off apart from leaping into the abyss below, and no matter what her life's been like ever since the Twilight came she's not that desperate.

After a moment, she walks towards the center of the platform, which somehow causes three marble pedestals to rise up around her.

Power sleeps within you...

"Wha..? Who's there?"

She receives no answer. Instead, three objects appear, each floating just above one of the pedestals.

If you give it form...it will give you strength.

Choose wisely.

Not seeing any alternatives, she walks up to one of the pedestals, where a sword waits

The power of the Warrior. Invincible Strength. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you seek?

Well. As cool as having a sword would be, there's a strange tension in the air that tells Tulip she should probably go over all her options first. She moves on to what looks like a magic wand with angry googly eyes

The power of the Mystic. Inner Strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?

"Well, that's not ominous..." She moves to the final choice, a shield

The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?

She returns to the center of the platform, looking between the three paths before her.

[lacietta]

could you do usernames with somethinf related to foxes + like digital/computery stuff ^_^?

♱ . digi usernames related to ' fox '

firefox.exe 　　foxtailedweb 　foxvixen.jpg

cyberfoxed 　crossfoxette　slytherfox.com

https.foxhunter 　grayfoxlore 　clicksforfoxe

[mortalant]

Spamton and Jevil throw their child off a bridge

Spamton and Jevil were drawn by @red-d4mage and headcanons are shared with him aswell

Painters like a combination of Spamton Jevil, Spamtons computery stuff and Jevils attacking and being locked up

tl;dr painters is the ultimate spamvil ship child

Painters creator was actually spamton and jevil in a trenchcoat

they didnt want to deal with painter so they hired Urbanshade to fake their deaths and take painter

[starlikeswomen]

LOOKING 4 ROBLOX CODERS!!!!!!

tumblr TWEAKED the first time i tried to post this so lets try now

HI CHAT!!!!

i have been. a little busy lately. very passionately working on a little project of mine!!! BUT!!! i unfortunately cannot do it all on my own.. i am. um. very dumb when it comes to computery... programming stuff..... SO!!! we are looking for some. people to help with that!!! yes

(if u guys want more bluudud posts share thsi bc the more work taken off my shoulders for this game the more work i can put into art hehe)

WHOSE OUR TEaM??!??!????!

@ssmallbox , @comicfizz , @underterminator and @astrxl-angel (as well as one other builder but they weren't here when I drew this)

we may also be taking extra music/building help but that is not as needed rn

HOWEVER!!! as you may notice. none of us know how to do the actual!! programmy stuff. THATS WHERE YOU (hopefully) COME IN!!!!!

WHAT IS URGE?

URGE (Otherwise known as Untitled Roblox Game/Experience) is a character driven, turn based RPG that sees you taking the perspective of a girl named Quyen Minh, as she travels through Robloxia looking for her lost brother. (As well as possibly getting caught up in stopping an evil scheme, or two.)

OBVIOUSLY kudos to games like block tales, forsaken and undertale for inspiration, although this is sort of supposed to be a love letter to the genre of rpgs in general. rpgs!!! my favorite genre!!!!

WHAT WOULD I BE DOING??!??!?

making the game work!!! hopefully there will be a small team of coders that can get things all sorted out umm. I'm not really sure what is needed so! things will be more thoroughly discussed when we actually. get ppl on. yeah

HOW CAN I GET INVOLVED???!??!/?!?

PLEASE!!! even if you are not a coder/programmer who can help but are interested in this idea anyhow, SHARE THIS POST!!!! the more inquiry we get THE BETTA!!!!

thank u for reading

[ms-demeanor]

sorry if you've answered this before, and i hope you don't mind me asking, how do you know so much about computers and what seems to me like everything in the world? how did you become so knowledgeable? it's amazing

i just know a little about a lot of things and I probably have a fair number of things that I've dug into more than most people and less than people who actually focus on that stuff! It's kind of an illusion!

I do know a lot about computers and that's because I've worked at a computer company for 12 years and have been deep into a computery subculture for about 20 years - I do genuinely know a lot about consumer computers. That I'll own and that's experience.

I know a fair amount about literature because I've got a degree in it!

I know a fair amount about journalism because I've got most of a degree in it and I worked with journalists for a long time!

I know a fair amount about nutrition because I've got most of a degree in it and because I've been focused on reading a lot about nutrition for more than a decade because of my own food issues!

But mostly I'm just someone who falls down rabbitholes and has a decent ability to recall what I find when I run down them.

Also I get curious about things and will just go. Experience them.

Like at some point i came across a site for people who own and use RealDolls and I got interested in learning more. The site required an application because they didn't want people just trolling so I applied and I ended up reading through the whole site and reading the magazines they sent out for years after because it was just interesting. The way these guys bought clothes or compared repair techniques and cleaning techniques, the way they constructed identities for their dolls - it was all interesting! So now I know about the proper way to store a RealDoll and how their skeletons are put together and the best way to prevent rips or clean inserts.

Now imagine that with everything.

I got interested in quack medicine so I ended up reading the entire back catalogs of quackwatch and science-based medicine.

I got interested in the history of aspartame as a scare-word and I ended up reading a couple of books, SEVERAL entire blogs with decades-long runs, purchasing a military magazine from the 90s, and submitting a FOIA request.

But, like. I don't own a RealDoll or work in that industry. I am not a medical professional. I am not a chemist who works with aspartame. So I get these weird little collections of information where I know what *seems* like a lot to someone who hasn't looked into it but I know a lot less than someone who has taken the time to actually dedicate themselves to that topic.

And sometimes it's a years-long dive and sometimes it's a months-long dive and sometimes it's a few hours of me digging online until I feel satisfied with what I've learned and I never come back to it, but I've got three more talking points than your average joe at a party would.

(Also though I've attended various colleges at various levels for ten-ish years now and I've taken probably more college-level classes on a lot of subjects than most people have because I've now spent several years just kind of kicking around at community colleges and deciding that a cartooning class sounds fun or that a mesoamerican art class fills certain transfer requirements or that I might as well brush up on spanish, french, and german. Access to low-cost college classes in california is a big part of this, and having the time and money to take classes while i'm working is something that I've been very lucky with)

I've also worked pretty much continuously since I was 18, sometimes holding multiple jobs at once, and I know a lot of interesting people who do a lot of interesting things and I ask them about their interesting experiences and if they offer me a chance to go do cool shit with them, like launch a high altitude balloon or blow up some dynamite that's about to expire or join a band, I do it!

I was also one of those kids who had no friends and spent too much time at the library so I'd do things like read through medical textbooks or pull a book of home chemical formulas out of the trash and read it or take it into my head that I was going to read all of Shakespeare before I got to high school so I was a really annoying twelve-year-old and that kind of thing never really let up.

I don't know! I don't think it's that unusual and I think most people do this kind of thing I just happen to have less focus than a lot of people and talk a lot more.