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god bless you, Ross Scott, and all the work you did for gamers

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I have taken most of the music off of my youtube channel (and also some other videos, I did some cleanup), but I'm keeping the musescore videos since they do provide something unique. However, basically all of them are obsolete now. I don't know if I'll ever do updated versions of them. I may, if there's demand for them, but Sunsetters engagement is fairly low, and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

But! I did want to do one or two. Here's "Burning Books," the 2025 version! A pretty short Sunsetters song, only like four minutes long, and the score is quite dense! Look at all that sheet music! This is where the bulk of the actual work goes! Look at it all scroll by as the fun music plays!

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pye

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god I need my medication restocked because this is just like. unbearable ennui. :(

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the Fear series has now been brought to my Website.

I dunno how final this webpage is. maybe I will try to add more commentary in the future. maybe not, this page is basically complete on its own. but next I'll be bringing more Archangard & Magreat blogs over to the website.

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aaaaaaaa there's a new BtBaM album coming in September and there's a new SONG that came out recently and I finally LISTENED TO IT

"is it a good song" y'know, I have NO IDEA and that EXCITES ME

this is like Coma Ecliptic on steroids, they're leaning more into the not-metal sounds, this is some smooth rock music, except it's not, it's rocky and bumpy and eclectic and BTBAM!

it's also like the latter half of Colors II, a synth-heavy sound, like a reinterpretation of 80s music but performed by the single most talented metal band I've ever heard.

do I like this song??? I have no idea! it will depend on how the whole album works, it may recontextualize this, and plus with more listens I'll get a sense of what this song's doing! but my gut reaction is like "Memory Palace" on Coma Ecliptic: I cannot identify the beats, there is little Heavy Metal for me to headbang to, and this is a really odd choice for a single, and yet... I am fond of it! maybe like neutral! but fully trusting, because I know what these fuckers can do, I know how their music works by now! this is the music of experts, whereas I am barely a beginner! I can Learn so much about Music by listening to these experts!

what the fuck is this song!!!

the music video's neat, it's liminal space-y. I get the impression this is going to be a liminal space album. and I am definitely here for that.

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why does this look like a poster for a world war 2 movie, it looks like toad's on a mounted gun

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Yoshi in the big city, about to be hit by a car

note the billboard back there that says "insurance shopping," Yoshi's gonna need that

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Repost of these old things but I like the crop ratio better and also there's more varients.

I never did settle on what I wanted to put or do with the bg so these will just have to be released as is.

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stream in 15 minutes!

we're getting to the end of emh! (well. the end of the video content. there will still be another hour of audio left in the story when we're done, and we'll be covering that two weeks from now, as Nathan has stuff he needs to do next week.)

how will the videos end?? I am moderately excited, and pretty curious! I have a pizza to eat as we watch!

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well, time for a late-night deltarune. it has been a few years so I am gonna replay from the start, even if this will take like 11 hours just to get to the new stuff.

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the main theme of Mario Kart World sounds a lot like the theme song of The Grand Tour

so every time I start up this game I'm reminded of Jeremy Clarkson

thanks, nintendo

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Exeunt (A Short Story)

One or twice

The old count married

And set his wife upon the ice

Until she miscarried, slipped upon the snow 

Towards her open tomb 

For all she was 

Was an empty womb 

Exeunt 

The lady lived with her father and her brother in a sprawling manor-house, out in the country where only the grass and the trees could hear her sorrowful tears. Once upon a time, her mother had been there, although she could not remember anything about the woman. Her father, once pressed, said she had been old and careworn, and should never have had children. The words stung his daughter, but they only made her wish she remembered more of the little details. The colour of her mother’s eyes, the way she used to smile, even the chair she preferred to sit in. Instead, she was just empty space, a speck in her daughter’s mind that greeted her when she was especially lonely but needed to hurt more. The lady did remember her father’s second wife, her brother’s mother, and, she supposed, loosely, her own mother too. For a time that was far too short, she used to lie on the old chaise in the public study, as the man often locked himself away in his own private wing, away from his family. Her hair had been golden, and that made her stepdaughter envious, curling effortlessly down her back to her waist, unlike the lady’s eerie straight locks. 

He arrived on a dreary afternoon in October, as the leaves of golden wine fell. She watched his carriage, swollen like a leech-fly, weighted down with the heavy pounds of silver that decorated its wheels and hinges. His coach, his rider, and his footmen were sorrowfully melancholy or sorrowfully drunk, their eyes ringed with dried blood. The road outside her parents' manor was rickety, full of bumps and humps. Whenever the carriage hit one, the rider fell apart on his perch. The master himself could not be seen, for the windows were tinted, black like the abyss. Therefore, the only characteristics she could imagine were the hidden wealth on display and the dragon who curled around it. From the excessive amounts of jewellery gilded upon the coach door, he seemed to be the type of man to hoard. Luckily, he managed to have enough to hoard in the first place. 

“It’s a pumpkin!” The lady’s brother squealed, making her feel sick to her stomach. Of course, he had to remind her of mice, balls, and wedding vows. Meaningful things she had already dreamed of for most of her life. None of which would come true. Except…maybe the glass, spewed across the floor, intent on scarring her feet. 

“No. It’s just a carriage.” 

“It’s your carriage.” He grinned. His sister gave a disheartened chuckle.

“It’s here to drag me away.”

“To where?”

“Someplace lost and hollow.”

“Why would father let it take you someplace like that?”

“Because he has done the same. He has done the same thing almost four times over.”

“Almost?”

“The last one got away. They lost themselves in the woods, in the grass, and the breeze before they found themselves lost in brick. They are now a sister of the air.”

“The air doesn’t talk much,” And the boy looked oddly morose. “Don’t they get lonely?”

The lady smiled, finally beginning to understand her brother just before being snatched away from him.

“She’s not as lonely as she could have been.”

“Children!” The thunder roared impatiently outside the drawing-room door, “Come sit! Have tea with me!”

Turned inside out

Herded through fields 

Twisted in and out of brick shithouses 

Overflowing with painful ignorance

The eye’s are going lazy

My mouth is starting to slobber

My guts lie scattered on the floor

My ears flap on a wooden plank beside my head

I’m done for

A swollen, bloated corpse

Thrown out onto the slab

Side to side with concrete

Trying to fly away

She wonders how many wives he has taken. His beard is long, untameable, and he makes no effort to display it attractively. One moment, it's black, filled with stars like a late night sky. Another moment, it's blood red, reminding her of the man with a particularly brutish countenance she read about once; the pirate who blew his face up to strike fear in the hearts of his enemies. A man thick with his own smoke. 

Disregarding this still, the man’s eyes are bulbous and greyed over, even as he sneaks glances at her. For all the ribbons and lace upon his dinner jacket, his rough fists clench and unclench as he listens to her father’s dreary lecture and reprimands. His clumsy feet twist into knots when she is told to use the dessert fork instead of the butter knife to cut her carrot cake apart. It’s odd to contemplate him being annoyed or angry at another man, at a kindred spirit. Is he mad at him for wasting their, and therefore his, time with silly trivialities? Or is he mad simply because another is ordering his property around? The ring sits in his open pocket, purposefully catching the light within the small glass conservatory. His intentions are more than clear, and they are unbearable. 

He is ugly, yet he does not provoke the disgust she believes she should feel. Maybe his overwhelmingly grotesque appearance endears him to her? Or, perhaps she feels sympathy for the irritation scrawled across his face as her father continues, on…and on…and on. Not that all this matters. She will end up where all the rest are left; spilled across the floor, hung upon the hook, maybe even buried in the ground if she’s a lucky girl. He will grow tired of her soon and rid himself of the burden she represents. She hopes he will keep her bones as decorations. 

“How’s the tea, my dear?” The visitor asks, and her father’s talk slows, his words dying in a poisonous mouth. The man of the house turns to her, his eyes pinpoint red. 

The lady clears her throat, “Exceptional. The tea leaves are fresh from across the sea. A fresh cartel arrived just last week. Am I correct, Father?” 

He smirks, proud. The beast is tamed for now. 

Her husband doesn’t know how to kiss. Whenever he leans in, it's like he is opening up his chest, waiting for her to strike him between his aging ribs. His beard bristles when he is near her, transforming into a sunset red, a strawberry pink. It endears him to her so much that she has started calling him her husband before the important vows are exchanged. The eyes, once cracked glass, are now an ocean blue, reflecting harsh storms rather than calm waters. She nuzzles his cheeks when he is called away from her. She awaits in dark and dusty corners for him to find her and embrace her. 

A fog of twilight and discord began its slow descent upon the manor as the day’s last brittle light vanished behind barren hedgerows. The lady, caught between the allure of sorrow and the hope of escape, found herself staring at a reflection distorted in the silvered glass of the conservatory. There, she saw not the pale, forlorn visage of a woman resigned to her fate, but rather an echo of forbidden possibility; a quiet, insistent defiance that promised revolution in the silence. A whispered promise, like the fading echo of an old lullaby, wove itself through the corridors of her mind.

In the deep interstice where poetry met nightmare, the old count’s monstrous bride turned inward. The clamor of a thousand muted regrets surmounted her as she recalled the half-remembered touch of a vanished mother's love, a warmth that had once stirred life from desolation. With every pulse of her aching heart, she stitched together a tapestry of loss and hope, determined to reclaim the fragments of her identity, even as they lay dismembered upon the rough-hewn floors of memory. The air around her thickened with the weight of unsung secrets and buried truths, and somewhere beyond the grasp of her despair, the silent figure of the man, her husband, hovered like an omen.

That man, with eyes like ocean storms and a beard that shifted like a chimeric twilight, stood as a living allegory of impermanence and decay. His awkward, clumsy affections, the painful gestures that danced along the razor’s edge of intimacy, all spoke of a love cursed by trembling imperfection. And so, in the obscure corners of that vast, foreboding household, as the tea cooled and the conversation wilted into trivialities, she began to see the beauty in the broken. Her heart, an arena of relentless, warring passions, pounded with the clarity of a newfound purpose: to unravel the twisted skein of her inherited misery and to craft, from each shard of sorrow, a portrait of liberation.

Outside, the relentless October rain tapped a staccato rhythm on ancient stone, echoing the relentless march of time that granted no reprieve. In that moment, when the mundane and the macabre merged into one symphony, the lady resolved to step beyond the confines of her mourning. She would no longer be the silent quarry of others' ambitions nor the fragile heirloom of tragedies past. Instead, she envisioned a metamorphosis as radical and surreal as the shifting hues of her husband’s beard, a rebirth sculpted in the raw crucible of agony and ecstasy. Like a solemn incantation whispered into the void, her desire to reclaim her lost self surged forth, defiant and insistent.

When the old count’s voice finally faded into the distance, a lingering echo in a forsaken hall, the lady rose. Footsteps soft and resolute, she walked toward the shadowed corridor where remnants of gold and lace trembled under the weight of abandonment. With every measured step, she shed the layers of imposed grief, embracing instead the uncertain splendor of what might lie ahead. Fate, she mused, rarely offered a second sunrise, yet here she sensed that her own light awaited its rebirth. A light that might one day transform tears into a mosaic of art, an anthology of impossible dreams.

And as the night claimed the remnants of day, she whispered to the silent spaces around her an oath, a promise to search for that elusive spark of truth hidden deep within the darkness, where even the most tattered souls might rise again, buoyed by the resilient grace of forgotten hope.

The stage falls silent, yet beneath the whisper of rain and regret, a new narrative begins, a tale of transformation that challenges the very cruelty of fate, urging all who dare listen to find the beauty hidden in the broken.

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So back in 2021, Game Builder Garage was released! In it, you could make your own games. Generally, people were dissatisfied with how limited we were and moved onto other things, but meanwhile I was whittling away at a big game! In 2022 I finished it and released it, though I don't really know where to post it. I tried sending it to some social media channels that keep track of GBG games, and I tried sending it to AntDude, but I think in general I missed the moment. Well, the Switch 2 has just come out, and Game Builder Garage is playable on it too, so I'm using this as the excuse to do another push on this!

Play my game!!! Play it!!! Please, play it!!! You want something to do on your Switch, right? Do you lack the Switch 2 and want to play something new on your Switch 1? Do you have a Switch 2 and just want more games to play on it? Then get Game Builder Garage, input my programmer ID, download the five maps, and play my game!

"But DJay, what is your Game?" I hear you ask. "Isn't GBG just where people make shitposts in the form of games? There weren't many original games made for it. How could there be, with all the limits?"

One question at a time! The subject of limits is a good one. GBG gives you limited space for each "game" you make, but it also gives you access to this thing called the "Game Swap Nodon" (and then did not mention this at all in the tutorials). Guess what, I figured that thing out! I used it to link multiple "games" together and transfer save progress and items collected across them! Each of my "games" are just maps in one bigger Game! And originally I had planned to make my full game like 25 maps long, but for various reasons I elected to just stick with 5 maps. This is not a shitpost game! This will take you more than just a couple minutes to get through!

You will have to navigate and discover and interpret strange spectacles! Use vehicles! Get power-ups that you can backtrack with, figure out how their mechanics work! Look for secrets! Fight the shadows that populate this mysterious world! There may or may not be three boss battles, some of which are optional! If you have headphones on, you may enjoy the surreal ambience of the city!

You are in the Empty City, a living breathing ideal organism that coexists with humanity but which has been generally forgotten! See it build itself around you, observe the interaction between the City and the void, look for any signs of anyone else trapped here with you, and beware, as it may be possible for life to be born here... what would they even look like, raised here in this isolated city? What form would they take?

Your only goal is to find an exit back to the real world. You'll know you beat the game because it will kick you back to the GBG menu. Until that's happened, you haven't beaten it.

Do you want me to offer comparisons to other games, the ones that inspired this? That feels a little tacky for a promotional post like this, but, sure, I'll try anything! Empty City comes from a love of games like Yume Nikki, Half-Life (and its modification Sven Co-op), and Metroid! There's some slight Undertale influence too, but who doesn't take influence from that nowadays, am I right gamers? Haha, bazinga!

Please, play my game. Please, AntDude, Arlo, StephenPlays, Scott the Woz, one of you nintendo youtubers, play my game. Please, anyone with a copy of Game Builder Garage, play my game. I made it to be played. I worked on it for months. I put so much into this, as I wanted to make the best possible thing GBG could produce. I have no fucking idea how to spread this thing, so reblogs are cherished. Help me! Play my game! Help me break out of this eldritch city!

Alright, that's all I have to say on this. DJay out.

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so the Switch 2 Welcome Tour is absolutely charming, it's super informative beyond what some instruction manual would be, with tech demos and minigames that are just sheer fun to play around with, and with celebrations of Nintendo's history of hardware and where the switch 2 continues its traditions! I Get why this thing costs money.

just as a quick example, there's an exhibit on the joy-con's rumble that demonstrates, first, how it works mechanically (with a little object that magnetically moves back and forth inside the joy-con, similar to how a train's magnetic rails work), and then secondly, shows that the vibrations can play freely at audible frequencies, turning the joy-cons into a pair of speakers that can play tones and sound effects just by vibration alone! I feel so informed!!!

also apparently the switch 2's stand is made of the same 7075 aluminum alloy that airplanes and spacecraft are made of??? just for the sake of ensuring as much flexibility and stability as possible???

and the joy-con mouse functionality works on your fucking lap, no table needed??? I have verified this!!!

it's great!!! the switch 2 is worth the investment!!! I'm glad I saved up for this!!! this thing is a goddamn gadget!!! it's as advanced and Neat as I had imagined the switch 1 was before I got it.

god I love being a gamer!!!

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mario kart world is a mario kart game I give a shit about

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it does take a little bit to transfer everything from switch 1 to switch 2