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Tag nine (9) people you’d like to know better
Thank you for the tag @alexxxaloy
Oh dear Lord I kind of suck at this, but…
a bit more about me...
Last song:
I'm listening to a looping playlist with Lord of the Lost and Within Temptation, but the last song was "One Last Song" by Lord of the Lost.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=wLznWvBny8Y&feature=share
Currently watching:
I don't watch a lot of shows, mostly I read, listen to music and the news, and read som more... it's kind of in my "name" 😅
When I watch anything , it is mostly YouTube, currently my favorites are Rachel Maksy, Morgan Donner and listening to old Citation Needed episodes by The Technical Difficulties (Tom Scott and 3 friends)
Current obsession:
Horizon zero dawn❤️ and Horizon forbidden west ❤️(I might have a problem....)
- I got the Horizon Zero Dawn coloring book and the Horizon Forbidden West art book 2 weeks ago (already had HZD artbook and the comics, whant more!) Oh, I also own a lot of @godliath digital Ereloy stuff
- I've started making 3 horizon (sort of) original cosplays/costumes (Banuk villager, Oseram brewer and Nora hunter) but I don't plan on them being finished until september 2024. I just need my body to work and get some energy again.. (breathing without pain would be nice, freaking asthma)
- Replaying HZD with Frozen Wild, I "gotta catch them all" to every thing including all the datapoints (so close now!) I started doing the same with HFW before Burning Shores, but somehow I lost a powercell in the base and a crate in a ruin so I need to start over😓
- Re-reading every thing Ereloy (my favorit ship with my favorit boy Erend 🥰) on AO3 + a few more in the Horizon 'vers
- Just startede with a few drawings to test ideas for a second Ereloy painting (still need get back that energy, long covid sucks big time🤬)
Currently reading:
I read a lot, like when my body hurts too much, when my brain needs a break, when I'm bored, sometimes when I work and Ialso read for fun.. On average 3 hours (or more) a day, often 300+ pages in a day and multiple books at the same time, and before I found AO3 that meant 500 or more books in a year.
So just now on AO3 I'm reading
The Moth and Horizon au Twin Flames 🥰
On my kindle I just finished two of the books here today, and I am currently reading a few others
Anne Bishops - Crowbones
Anna Hackett - Hex
Lisa Edmonds - Mortal Heart
Vanessa Nelson - Hunted
Ilona Andrews - Magic Claims
Also, a few actual books, like I can hold them in my hand😮
Horizon Forbidden West Art book
William C. Diet - For Those Who Fell
Glen Cooper- De dødes bibliotek
Håvard Dahl Bratrein - Høvding, jarl, konge
I think that is it from me for now 🤷🏼♀️
If you have'nt already and feel like it (nine is a lot🙃) it would be fun to know more about you
@theyloy @mari-mary @felrend @xxxhellfireravenxxx @austenmarie @littlelionpaw @yogrossdude @souls-that-have-senses @nerd-artist
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Day 116 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
I'm kind of nervous today,
I haven't been to church in 3 weeks and I'm attending today.
I've been terribly sick and in 3 weeks
I got deathly sick,
lost my boyfriend,
my friend stopped talking to me,
the one church lady who drives me to church is mad at me,
and I'm smoking weed again.
So much can happen in a year?
So much can happen in a few hours, seconds or minutes...
The last 3 weeks have been horrible and I just haven't had the energy to do anything.
I'm concerned I'm not going to get a ride home, I'm worried because I'm not being told what's going on and I'm worried because 6:30am - 9:00am goes faster than you think when you're not looking at the time.
I will have my bath, get dressed and sit here drinking my coffee waiting.
I'm thankful I can go today and I'm happy I had enough energy to read my Bible today as I've been really lacking in that department.
I feel so out of sorts, so disconnected from everyone and everything, I want to hide yet I want to be seen.
When I'm seen I'm hurt and when I'm hidden the only one who hurts me is me.
It's still not right either way though.
I'm concerned I'm going to have to answer tons of questions, my chest congestion still isn't 100% cleared up so I'm still coughing although I do feel better.
I can't be over exerting myself though...
It was nice to have time to myself though these 3 weeks, a lot of bad stuff happened but good stuff happened too.
I got a lot accomplished in this time I think even struggling through this storm and even through long break periods, I still accomplished something and it's a pretty decent sized list I think.
I just hate how others make me feel less than, like what I do is unimportant and what they do is everything.
Just because I stay at home and clean, write and give things away/sell things all day doesn't mean I'm not doing anything.
If you don't have a "job" you're inessential to the world.
I may not be essential to the world, but I am important and what I do is important to me whether anyone thinks so or not it's none of their business.
It just sucks when you finally feel okay they knock you down with ignorant comments that they know will hurt you.
If this stuff at church doesn't stop, I'm going to have to leave. I don't want to but honestly I don't think it's worth stressing out about getting there and back every week. I'm not in the loop, I'm the last minute forgotten thought, I'm just a burden everyone has to drag with them and I have no reason to stay afterwards -
Why?
So I can sit by myself for another hour?
I can do that at home...
I need to figure this out soon, everyone just uses me and leaves and I have to fix everything or have to sit out of something that's important to me because of rude people that isn't fair.
It isn't fair that everyone else gets to frolic onworth and I'm forced to quit because I said no to being signed up for groups I did not say I wanted to be signed up for or a part of?
That's childish and I truly hope and pray that some people wake up, grow up and stop lying or they can gtf away from me from now on.
Please say a prayer for me today, Thank you.
~Jenni
#church#thoughts#depression#anxiety#social anxiety#mental health#spilled words#spilled thoughts#feelings#spilled heart#written#writings#writing#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writers and poets#borderline personality disorder#thinking out loud#stuck in my head#in my head#grief#loss#mourning#sad thoughts#motivation#moody#i feel empty#how i feel#on my mind#female writers
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December 26th at 11:09 p.m.
Hello All! I am back on the grind again, somewhat. I did a good amount of the second python module I needed but have unfortunately been stricken with several ailments including a positional headache and deranged mustelid disease (mustelid anger disease? basically I am mad and sad).
Warning! This part is boring and full of little loser baby feelings!! Waaaaah!!!
I live at home while I go to grad school which has had a rather unfortunate effect on my social life. My parents are kind of rigid and I don't have a job which would justify me being more independent. My boyfriend broke up w/ me a month ago and I do wonder if me living with my parents was a factor. I feel kind of infantilized at times, in a weird way. Yesterday while I was cleaning stuff up around the house my dad commented that I should take more hours. I can't do that without dean approval and the 9 hours I took last semester really took me out tbh. He thinks I should take 12 or more and said I was taking the easy way out, which hurt to hear. Every time I think of it it really hurts. It feels like he doesn't respect me or my opinion , which is depressing. I am full time taking the maximum man, I'm doing my best
I used to go to my boyfriend about these things but he's my ex now so I'm kinda SOL for now. My other friends are all in school elsewhere so this kinda sucks. I basically feel some mixture of loss, embarrassment, or guilt a lot lately. I was doing rather well but I kind of backslid this week and I don't know why. I was so happy this summer and I've just been in various states of decay throughout the fall and winter. Lame!
End of waaah!!! Baby talk
Anyways, I went birding today, very casually. I saw some cormorants, black bellied whistling ducks, and some domestic muscovy ducks. The usual. Kind of boring, yk? I'm looking forward to being able to explore a bit more. I bought some oil cleanser today for my face. Supposedly it helps w/ sebaceous filaments and whiteheads and anecdotally it seemed like they were ending up on my finger tips as I washed my face, which is nice. My skin's been really blah lately so it's nice to be able to do little self care measures. Mostly it's been the gym so I'm trying to care for myself in other ways.
I'm trying really hard to finish my python bit in time but I worry. The tutorial I'm doing now had a bit on loops which I need so I'm hoping i can get there once this headache stops. Man it sucks.
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#Daisy bell I'm begging ya#That damn song has been stuck on my head for more than a week it's just. why it so perfect???#man. daisy daisy give me your answer do my beloved just wonderful#Especially that one w/ miku. miku n her grandpa singing a sweet song. I love it so damn much <3#I've had it on loop for 9 hours now I think. And that's just today like it's not bragging but not#complaining really. out of all the songs that could get stuck it had to be that one n I couldn't be happier#daisy bell my beloved
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CHAPTER TWO
I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST
You yawned and stretched as the sunlight seeped into your room. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You waited for your eyes to adjust before slipping out of your nightwear and into your Jedi robes.
You attached your two lightsabers to your hip before walking out to be greeted with Padme. You gasped at the sight of her suddenly being right in front of you.
"Morning!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Morning...aren't you supposed to be at the Senate?" You ask tiredly as she loops her arm around yours.
"Yes, but I'm here today to be with my best friend!"
"Really?" You raise a brow as she leads you into the cantine where you pick up a tray of assorted foods.
"Okay...well...I actually need a Jedi for protection and I really want you to be there instead of some random Jedi," You chuckled and shake your head as you find a seat as she takes the opposite one.
"Padme, I highly doubt my Master will let me protect you. We have a lot of training to do-"
"Exactly, this can be a part of your training! Look, I really don't want to have protection but they are insisting it happens," She sighs and rubs her temples. "Please, I'll even have another Jedi there if it makes Qui-Gon happy," You chew on your food while tapping your foot, thinking about it before sighing.
"I suppose Qui-Gon has a lot of paperwork to do and if I say this will help with my training...he may let me do it,"
"Yay!" She squeals with joy as more Jedi come into the cantine for their breakfast.
"So what's the threat anyway?" You ask, drinking from your cup.
"Oh, someone is just trying to kill me," You choke on your drink and look at her with a confused expression.
"You say that like it's just another Tuesday," She nods at your statement.
"It was expected,"
"Expected?"
"In my position, many people would want me dead, it was only a matter of time before someone attempted to do so," You nod and then see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan enter the room. Following behind them is a young boy who looks familiar. He has a long braid and short fuzzy hair. You smile at him, he was fairly attractive. "Someone caught your eye?" Padme's voice says as she looks in your direction. "Staring at someone in particular? Let me guess...him!" She points at Obi-Wan and you shake your head.
"Padme, firstly, he is my Master's former padawan and secondly, I'm not looking at anyone," She rolls her eyes and turns back around to face you.
"Please convince him to let you protect me," She begs, her hand reaching out for yours. "I'll even stay to add my opinion,"
"I'll do it," You say as Obi-Wan and the cute boy sit at another table while Qui-Gon comes to you. "Master,"
"(Y/N)," He sits next to you and nods his head at Padme. "Senator," She smiles fondly.
"Padme is here to ask me to protect her from the threats," You begin.
"Obi-Wan and Anakin have already been assigned to that job," Padme sighs and her head drops while you try to remember the name Anakin. It sounds so familiar. "We have training,"
"Please Master, this will be a big part of my training! And Padme came to me...I'll even work with Obi-Wan and Anakin so you can get all that paperwork finished!" Qui-Gon sighs.
"She's right, I would rather have three Jedi protecting me than two...and I already know and trust (Y/N)...I would feel much more comfortable if she was here to protect me," She says in her politician's voice. Qui-Gon chews on his food thoughtfully before nodding.
"I suppose if the Senator wishes for this, I will have to accept," You smile widely and so does Padme. "(Y/N)...if you do this, the Jedi Council may see you in a better light," He says and you beam.
"Yes, Master," You grab your empty tray and Padme walks with you as you discard it.
"I now have a meeting with the Chancellor, it will be about the vote. Pack your things and meet me back at the Senate, I will inform them of you becoming my protector too," She kisses your cheek before running off. You sigh before walking to your room to pack some belongings you may need while being at the Senate.
‡★•~~~•★‡
You finish packing when a knock at your door startles you. You walk over and open the door to see Obi-Wan and the boy you saw earlier there.
"Hello, Master Kenobi and..."
"This my padawan, Anakin," He says as you step aside to let them in. Obi-Wan walks to your window while Anakin hangs back at the door. "We have been informed that you will be protecting Senator Amidala with us," You nod your head in agreement.
"She requested that I was there, she would feel more comfortable with someone she knows," You say as you finish zipping up your bag.
"Well, Anakin and I are about to head down to the Senate, do you wish to join us?" He asks.
"Sure," You respond before picking up your bag and following them out of the Temple.
‡★•~~~•★‡
It is evening when you exit the Temple with Obi-Wan and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. You drop back to walk next to Anakin.
"So, Anakin Skywalker...name sounds familiar," You begin.
"Of course it is, I'm the Chosen One," He says with a smug grin as you follow Obi-Wan to the speeder.
"Really now?" You say with a small giggle.
"Yep, I am said to bring balance to the force," He says with a smirk that you find attractive.
"Wait..." You stop in your tracks. "You're Obi-Wan's padawan...which makes you that little boy I met after Luminara died," You said, finally realising who he was; the boy who helped you recover from the death of your Master.
"So that would make you...(Y/N)?" He says and you nod. "Wow...it's been what...9 years?"
"10 years," You say and he nods.
"Wonder why we never saw each other," He mutters so you can't hear.
"You've grown...I like your hair," You comment.
"You've grown too..." He says as you climb onto the speeder next to Obi-Wan. "Um..."
"I've got the front seat," You say smugly.
"Exactly-"
"Anakin, just sit at the back," Obi-Wan said tiredly. You giggled as he grunted and moved to sit in the back.
‡★•~~~•★‡
You finally reach the Senate apartment blocks after half an hour of driving through the traffic of Coruscant. Anakin's string of complaints coming to an end as he jumps out and walks inside. You slowly get out and follow him. You see him waiting in an elevator and your heart flutters when he smiles. You don't know why but you cool yourself down before following him, Obi-Wan right behind you.
"So, (Y/N), how's training going?" Anakin asks as the elevator slowly moves.
"Very well, I just hope the council sees it," You say, sighing slightly.
"Don't worry, you're not the only one the council doesn't like," You raise a brow and turn to face him.
"You think the council doesn't like me?" Anakin laughs, shaking his head.
"The council doesn't like anyone who lost their Master at a young age or started their training too old," He points to himself. "I apparently started my training when I was too old and you lost your master when you were too young-"
"Anakin, that's not how the council works," Obi-Wan interjects.
"That's because you don't see what we do," He mumbles just so you hear. The elevator doors finally slide open and you are instantly greeted by a Gungan.
"Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to see'en yousa. Wahoooooo!" The Gungan says enthusiastically when seeing Obi-wan and he smiles in response as you all exit the elevator.
"It's Good to see you, too, Jar Jar," He responds politely and the Gungan then slaps his head.
"Oops! Wheresa mesa manners? Excuse me, Master Obi-Wan. I completely forgot myself for a moment there. I have had to learn Diplodiaclect... speak it like a native now. Don't really see the point, actually, but members of the Senate seem to prefer it..." You giggled and he finally notices you and Anakin, but his bulging eyes land on Anakin. "...and this, I take it, is your apprentice... Nooooooooo! Annie? Noooooooo! Little Bitty Annie?" He stares at Anakin. "Nooooooo! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyyi! Annie!! Mesa no believen!"
"Hi Jar-Jar," He then looks at you.
"Nosa! litta(Y/N/N)! Me rememberen when yousa were a small child wit Lumarina trainen yousa! Yousa have grown tup so mui!" You smile, vaguely remembering this Gungan, he was probably the one who travelled to Tatooine with you, your master, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. It's all coming back to you now. You've tried so long to forget that painful time.
"Jar Jar Binks...I remember you...you were the one who kept saying my robes were too big for me,"
"Yousa were such a small Jedi!" He exclaims and you giggled.
"I'm perfectly average height," You then feel someone leaning against you. You cock your head to see Anakin resting his arm on your shoulder.
"No, Jar Jar is right, you're so small," He teases and you hit his arm causing him to laugh. Suddenly, Jar Jar pulls you both in a large hug.
"Mesa missed yous so mui," He exclaims. He then begins to lead you to where Padme is. You brush down your robes and Anakin looks at you oddly.
"What?" You ask.
"Getting cold feet in front of the politicians?"
"I want to look professional," He scoffs and waves his hand. "At least I don't look like a stray Loth Cat," He turns and sticks his tongue out before following Obi-Wan. You roll your eyes before entering, Captain Typho nodding in respect when seeing you while Padme beams at you, ending her conversation with Obi-Wan. She hikes up her skirts and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm so glad you came! I was beginning to worry it was just these two," She mumbles and you laugh, playfully pushing her off you. "I still believe all this protection is unnecessary,"
"I'm sure the Jedi council have their reasons," Obi-Wan negotiates. She sighs and then locks eyes with Anakin.
"Annie??" She stares "My goodness you've grown," You look down. So they have history. You keep your cool as they look at each other for a long moment. Anakin smirks and tries to play smooth.
"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean... and much shorter... for a Senator, I mean," Obi-Wan looks disapprovingly at his apprentice. You narrow your eyes at Anakin's poor attempt at small talk. However, Padme laughs and shakes her head.
"Oh Annie, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine," You remember again. Everything begins to come back. The time you spent on Tatooine. You didn't spend much time out though. You were on the ship with Obi-Wan for most of it. But then the images of Darth Maul slaughtering your Master comes back. Her dull eyes, her blood-smeared hand caressing your face as she whispers her final words, telling you to trust in the Force. You release a shaky breath. You always tried to block out that part of your life. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you have feelings; fear of losing Qui-Gon, fear of losing Padme. Overall fear. Something that leads to anger that leads to revenge that leads to the dark side. You finally refocus on your group.
"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me," Obi-Wan and Anakin proceed to talk to her while Typhoo pulls you to the side.
"It's been a long time, (Y/N)," He says with a smile.
"It has, I barely remember anyone here, Typhoo,"
"I'm still sorry for what happened to your Master...all of this...all of these people must give you bitter memories," You look around at everyone; Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, Jar-Jar and the other Senators.
"Call it bittersweet," You say.
"Two sabers?" He notices and you nod.
"I'm glad you can count," He laughs fondly at that and you smile.
"I see your attitude did not perish," Your attention is then drawn back to the room.
"Why else do you think we were assigned to her, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security... not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate," Anakin says with impatience.
"We will do as the council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young one," Obi-Wan scolds.
"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed. Now if you will excuse me I will retire," She turns to you. "Come, (Y/N),"
"Yes, Senator," Everyone gives Padme a bow as you follow her out. Once in her room, she sighs angrily.
"Honestly, Obi-Wan doesn't even want to start an investigation," She rants, going behind a changing curtain to slip into her nightwear.
"The council did grant us permission to protect you, not to investigate," You say.
"Really, (Y/N), you too?"
"I...I really want the council to see me in a different light. Perhaps if I listen to them...maybe they'll like me," You say as you sit on her bed. She sighs and comes out in her nightclothes and brushing her hair.
"I understand,"
"But..." You smirk. "Maybe Anakin was right. To protect you...we need to know who we are going up against to know the best way to protect you," She too smirks.
"I like your thinking," She says.
"I'll bring in R2, he'll set out lasers on the floor so if any assassins come through, they'll trip the alarm," You say and she nods.
‡★•~~~•★‡
You and Anakin sit quietly in the living room. You are on a holopad while he looks at you.
"Why do you have two lightsabers?" He suddenly asks.
"I work better with two," You answer, responding to messages Qui-Gon sent you.
"The council allowed you to train with two?"
"No, Qui-Gon allowed me to train with two," You finally look up and you watch Anakin's face flush as you catch him staring at you. "See something you like?" You tease and he laughs, embarrassed.
"Shut up," You shake your head, laughing before looking down at your holopad.
Dammint. You think. Now is not the time to catch feelings!
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Friday 1/10/21 - Media Recommendations #20
Contents: Deltarune
I'd been meaning to get to this one for ages, so once again, I think to make it easier on myself, and my readers, today I am only recommending the latest videogame creation of Toby Fox. This ended up being quite an extensive article, so I split it into sections:
MY CONTEXT
OVERVIEW/PREMISE
GAMEPLAY
PRESENTATION
CONCLUSION
Deltarune (Chapter 1+2)
Toby Fox
1. MY CONTEXT
So context for my own gaming experience going into Deltarune, I have never actually played Undertale. Back when Undertale was getting big, it was only a PC game I think, and I just don't play games on PC. I probably should but yeah nah. Soon after it got popular however, I watched a comprehensive Lets Play of Undertale by Rubber Ross and Barry Kramer, and their voices for Sans and Papyrus are still to this day how I imagine those characters. Through that Lets Play, I experienced both the Pacifist and Genocide runs, and got intimately well acquainted with the characters and world Toby Fox had created, and how the actions of the player can shape how we save or ruin that world.
As a general context, I have always been a person who likes the idea of turn-based, random encounter fantasy RPGs, but the deepest I really got was Pokémon. I've been trying to change that recently, and after beating Monster Hunter Stories 2 a while back, I wanted to try more of the genre. Turn based battles are a lot more my speed than pure skill, like fighting games I've become sick of, and RPGs seem to be big on story, so when I heard the Deltarune demo had an update, I thought this is finally the time to jump into that world.
Going forward in this review, I'm gonna try and stay broad and unspecific with my descriptions, so as to not spoil. I may discuss some gameplay themes and characters, but I'm avoiding giving specifics away. I really think you need to experience all parts of the game yourself first.
Minor Spoilers for Undertale and Deltarune Ahead
2. OVERVIEW/PREMISE
Deltarune is a project of love. Pure charm and personality ooze from every aspect of the game. Dialogue is clever and snarky, and that charm even leaks into item and location flavour text. The setting and themes are fun, but with a bloodstained silver lining that is best appreciated by mature audiences. I guess I should just explain the premise?
Deltarune puts you in the shoes of a human named Kris. For unexplained reasons you live in a world of monsters and you are the only human. And by monsters, I mean curious looking critters of a variety of shapes and sizes, since, there is really nothing monstrous about them. One day at school, Kris and classmate Susie end up being transported to a whole different world where dark fountains construct monstrous subworlds, and it is up to the chosen ones, the lightners Susie, Kris and darkner (dark world native) Prince Ralsei, to seal the evils of this dark alternate world.
Deltarune is still a work in progress, and as the subtitle of this article suggests, 2 Chapters of a possible 7(?) have been released, and it is unknown at the time of writing if the rest will come out when the game is done, or as more standalone chapters.
3. GAMEPLAY
Deltarune borrows a lot of theming and game loop premise from its parent game Undertale. The tag line of Undertale was: the RPG where noone has to die. This is because the encounter based battle system is built on two courses of action to take. You may FIGHT enemies and reduce their HP to zero, or you may ACT, and talk the enemy into leaving the battle. Deltarune is built on this same system, but with extra layers. Kris is the stand in for the Undertale MC, who has the options to FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, SPARE, or GUARD. Most of those options were in Undertale too, but Guarding is a new addition where you earn Tension Points, or TP, for not engaging the enemy at all.
This TP is used for extra powerful ACT actions, or for special moves of the other party members. This is the main big difference in gameplay loop. Since the player controls a party now rather than just one person, each party member can specialise in different action types. Kris's ACT can incorporate input from other party members; Susie for toughness and Ralsei for softness, in general. Susie is the powerhouse, and if you chose the violent route, she does more damage. Ralsei is the Mage, and can heal allies, as well as use magic to resolve fights peacefully. Those extra abilities use TP.
In most turn based RPGs, there is a back and forth, where the player chooses actions, and sometimes there is a timing aspect to how well those actions perform, and then there's the enemy's turn, where most of the time you just have to wait and let it happen. Undertale and Deltarune have this truly unique system where the soul of the party members, represented by a heart, is directly controlled on the enemy's turn. It's a mini game unique to every enemy type, where you must move the heart around to dodge their attacks, and how good you dodge will decide whether you take a lot of damage, or even none at all. Deltarune adds an extra layer onto this, where if you make the dodge closer, so that the enemy only JUST misses, you earn TP, and open up more options for your next turn. I found this extra detail really endearing, and I made a lot more riskier moves than if there was no incentive to.
I probably mentioned it above, but just to close out this section, the option to either ACT or FIGHT opens up two types of play. Chapter 1, being a sort of intro part, does not differentiate, but the distinction becomes important later. ACTing to SPARE an enemy earns you money, and in Chapter 2, will lead to befriending monsters. FIGHTing will also earn you EXP in Chapter 2, making your options to hurt enemies more powerful. In Undertale, this difference in playstyle actually changed the ending in real time, and from what we know of Deltarune, it is likely going to be the same case.
4. PRESENTATION
Undertale had this unique visual charm to it that may have been a limitation of its Independent Development, but it was probably also a stylistic choice. Deltarune builds on the same type of artstyle, adorable pixel sprite graphics that bring a lot more colour and depth than its predecessor.
Many, but not all characters have little character portraits in their textboxes, and they change expressions to match the situation, and its so cute.
Character and enemy design are so top-notch. A team of designers have been brought on this time, and every one of them have brought gold to the table. Every random battle encounter is dripping with personality, as you learn how best to sweet talk your way out of battle, or how to best destroy them. Most recurring NPCs are lovable, and those who you hate, you love to hate. Dialogue is witty and hilarious, and the writing is fun.
The chiptune style soundtrack is phenomenal. Although I think Undertale's common enemy battle them was more memorable, that may just be that I have become more familiar with it. All character and boss battle themes are so catchy and energetic. Toby Fox is a master of high energy... fun music. It gets stuck in your head, and your brain bounces around at high velocity.
5. CONCLUSION
Ok so this review is already like 3 times longer than a normal Media Recommendation Article, and like 5 times longer than I planned it to be for this one game, so I should probably wrap it up here. Deltarune is a game experience I put off playing for way too long, and now I can't hold my excitement for when the next part comes out. And important to keep in mind, it is essentially a demo, in that it is just a taste of what's to come, but it is a damn meaty demo that will keep you engaged for many hours.
Chapters 1 and 2 are packaged together as a free game on most game platforms at this point, so there's nothing really stopping you from giving it a try. I don't usually rate my recommendations, but since I wrote this more like a review, I might as well...
Deltarune Chapter 1+2: 9/10
Please play it!
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Mar. 18th, 2021
100 Days of Productivity Challenge Day 86/100
Good morning! Today was pretty productive. I was trying to finish up all my work and cleaning so I could better focus on midterms for this weekend. I've got 6 more midterms to go through before finals and I need to study hard for 4 of them. I've made a study plan to make sure I make enough time for each course as some of these exams are days apart. Also, I don't know if I brought it up but I've been a bit of a mess lately because 3 of my finals have been moved up to week 15 (for reference I just finished week 9 and my last midterm is in week 14) and it really threw me for a loop. Pretty sure they're going to be during Ramadan now which is a shame. I'd like to focus on fasting without the stress of finals looming overhead.
Here's a quick rundown of my day.
Woke up at 8:30 AM
Had breakfast
Double class, 2 hours
Lectures, 2 lectures, 3 hours
Had lunch
Washed my comforter
Washed my pillowcases and sheets
Vacuumed my room
Took a hot bath
Edited lab report, submission portal has yet to open
Solved 2 worksheets, submitted
Responded to a discussion board prompt
Made my bed
Solved 4 pages of practice questions, submitted
Calculated my GPA (it's not AS bad as I think it is. I can make this work!)
Made a study plan for the next 5 weeks
Solved weekly chem worksheet, submitted late (I could have sworn I already submitted it but guess not...T-T)
Started next week's chem worksheet
Went to bed at 10:30 PM
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Trilogy
Tuesday March 17, 2020.
Wow. Just last Wednesday, we in city name removed were still living our regular routine lives. A lot has changed in five short days with the Coronavirus disease (COVID-19) altering the way life is lived across the globe. Society is responding through self-isolation, social-distancing and quarantine. It has been a dramatic shift with the healthy public strongly encouraged to stay inside (save for essential trips).
I’m fortunate enough to be able to work from home and have been doing so since last Thursday the 12th. I’m trying my best to do my part though it has been a difficult adjustment to say the least. The mental endeavour was to be expected though I didn’t anticipate such an intense emotional and energy swing.
I went to bed last Wednesday night with normal work and personal matters swimming through the mind. I feel asleep early before the news of Rudy Gobert, the NBA cancelling their season, and Tom Hanks.
Waking up last Thursday the 12th was a whirlwind. The day unfolded like so:
My office being closed for the next 2-3 weeks at minimum (as precaution) and given the opportunity to work from home for the foreseeable future.
All major sports leagues like the NFL, NBA, MLB, NHL and NCAA have suspended all play and games.
The stock market crashed.
The United State’s first quarantine zone was being established in New Rochelle, NY.
The National Guard was facilitating and containing said NY quarantine zone.
Schools closing across the US and Canada at all levels (kindergarten to University/College).
The Trump Administration struggling through an uncharted crisis.
Rising levels of public fear and panic being exasperated through certain media outlets.
Everything changing by the hour.
The fact that life has changed drastically and it will continue to be fluid for the near future.
It’s a brave new world and one we will be navigating in as a collective.
A somber and eerie tone began to uncomfortably settle in. The Weeknd’s Trilogy predictively begins playing and we now have our trusted soundtrack for venturing down this old rabbit hole.
With the World shifting so fast in such a dramatic and intense fashion I was thrown for a loop. A seismic shift with my energy was evident. My vibe and feel transformed into an anxiety ridden and altered state of mind. It’s like what was important yesterday, wasn’t anymore. I was seeing important value and worth in new sources. My priorities felt like they had changed and things were really just different. Work was the furthest thing from my mind.
My eyes were glued to the news and social media. I was (and continue to be) distracted and unable to focus.
I have vague memories of 9/11. I was in grade six. At that time, I was about 11 or 12 years old. Most of my memories are from class and my best friend recalling our teacher name removed making the announcement.
I’ve heard proven “old school” journalists make the comparison between 9/11 and the Coronavirus. There are of course differences though both share global hysteria and changed our lives overnight.
Whatever the case may be, both sacred the shit out of me and shook me to my core for days.
I think we are all still trying to make sense of this new social and cultural landscape.....
I've previously described HBO's Euphoria as an incredible, modern TV series circling young adults navigating trauma, anxiety, addiction, depression and recovery. It's the most accurate TV rendition I can point to that vividly describes my experience in those difficult arenas. The writing is so unique and authentic that it's clear the script is carefully crafted from the depth of the creator's heart.
This is something I aspire to achieve. Where my writing is so real, vulnerable and transparent the substance instantly provides legitimacy, value, hope and belief for others in similar situations.
In the realm of Music, the Weeknd’s Trilogy is my audio/sonic version of Euphoria.
The Trilogy is comprised of the Weeknd’s introductory three mixtapes - House of Balloons, Thursday and Echoes of Silence.
I’ve heard artists and musicians address anxiety, addiction, depression and recovery through music, though never with a sound like the Weeknd.
House of Balloons, Thursday and Echoes of Silence occupy an oddly sentimental place in my heart. As this is the music that paints an intricate portrait of a prior time in my life. The sound being so strange and unparalleled, combined with lyrics that resonate deeply with uncanny profoundness.
The sound is still unlike anything I have heard before. The ability to express a modern take on such sophisticated issues through layered elegance, sincerity and artistic creativity is something I had not heard in music.
As a result, these first Weeknd offerings still rein supreme in my playlist.
The sound has a pronounced tone, vibe, feeling, and energy that is hard to miss.
It’s dark, mysterious, foggy, terrorizing, thought provoking, habit educing, sexually charged, lustful in nature, with an original vocal style.
Yet the sound is so pure, genuine, organic and beautiful. It’s a raw take on contemporary coming of age matters like sex, drugs, and partying.
This sound and music bring me to a past time when I was firmly planted in these concerns. Where these characteristics were so painstakingly present.
Self destructive
Tantalizing
Disingenuous
Elusive
Obsessive
Selfish
Naive
Ignorant
Chaotic
Helpless
There is a truth and harsh reality that needs to be stated. I still grasp onto the Trilogy as a romantic memory of a past life, and as a means to live vicariously in the present day.
It’s yet to be determined if clutching on to the Trilogy is a harm reduction mechanism (self proclaimed), or if it will nudge me backwards into familiar conflicts. Ones where my relationships and daily interactions were marred in the following.
Allure
Pleasure
Passion
Seduction
Thrill
Profit
Tragedy
Intense and explosive energy
Devastating attraction
And understandings that were built around a mutual toxicity.
Only time will tell if the Trilogy will continue to have meaning in my life. To achieve this answer, I will work hard. I will cross every T, dot every I in the effort of due diligence, context, perception and education.
I promise to work tirelessly to gather all the facts and objective information required for a sound decision. I will lean on others to provide insight and expertise. I guarantee to use all the resources at my disposal. It’s my hope when the times comes, I will be prepared to make an informed and educated decision.
The last five days have been anxiety filled with global uncertainty and old temptations front and center. After much needed reality checks, pep talks and active troubleshooting I feel I am now on the right track. The last few days have been trying times though today is the perfect opportunity to get over the hump and back into routine/on schedule.
I am trying my best to adapt. I am learning to avoid dwelling on matters I have little or no control over. It’s my hope to have my energy, focus and attention dedicated to efforts I control.
While the last five days have certainly been a setback, I now see the emotional and energetic shift I experienced as justified. Our world, culture and lives changed very quickly. I am just in the process of making adjustments and adapting.
Please be safe and informed. Don’t let the mental dynamic of this pandemic sway your energy. Just below is an article shared with me to help ease this transition. You can click on the title to visit the link.
How to keep coronavirus fears from affecting your mental health (By AJ Willingham, CNN).
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I hope this story serves the purpose is was meant to have. I encourage you to share with anyone you feel could benefit from these words. Thank you for reading.
March 17, 2020
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Twenty bloody years
Today HR informed me it was my 20th anniversary at my company so in a slightly self-indulgent post here's ten random things from twenty random years. I intended to do twenty but I think it's long enough really.
1 Talent spotting
Standing at the light box looking at transparencies through a loop I spotted a star. It was my first week at Classic FM magazine and that girl was the young Katherine Jenkins making one of her first PR appearances backstage at the classical Brit awards. I demanded to do a cover shoot with her. She was incredibly beautiful and totally charming in real life. Over the three years I worked on that mag I photographed her on numerous occasions , upping the ante every time; borrowing a million dollars worth of diamonds, an Aston Martin DB5 and ultimately a palace for each successive shoot. Over that time I saw her evolve from a little girl, green around the gills into a bona fide diva - never heard her sing though. It was never about that for me. She clearly had star quality.
2 Tunnel vision
I art directed the McLaren in house magazine for a while. It wasn't a comfortable job - the tobacco advertising ban was coming through at the time and the marketing team were all over everything - so it's quite fitting that that my most memorable experience was pretty uncomfortable too. I had an idea for a cover shoot that I'd never seen done before. For the Monaco issue I wanted a front on close up of coulthard in his car heading for the tunnel with it reflected in his visor. Amazingly they allowed me to borrow his MP4-16, overalls and helmet, but not the man himself. So, being fairly small (DC is tiny) it fell to me to be his body double. Those cars are cramped. I sat for an hour in that tiny cockpit, moulded to his girl-like hips and I could barely walk afterwards. And the visibility, Christ they must get claustrophobic in those things. The rear view mirror was about the size of a cigarette lighter. Makes you realise it does take some balls to go at that speed in those things.
3 Olympic vision
It's very rare in any non-performing profession to see people enjoying your work in its natural environment but London 2012 provided me with that, among many other unbelievable, opportunities. I had the chance to witness Mo Farah's historic 5000m win at the London Olympic stadium and see Bolt win gold too to boot. But the take home for me was witnessing 100s of people - in the grounds, in the stadium, on the train home - consuming and enjoying my work on the Official Olympic Daily Programmes. You never get that opportunity in publishing, and to top it off there was also televised praise from John Inverdale and Claire Balding on the BBC. And Lord Heseltine told me it was the best thing we had ever published when he came in to the office. A real morale booster at that point when spirits were starting to flag in the middle of sixteen solid days of 6am-9pm (then a break, then the Paralympics too).
4 The royal wee
Sometimes it's easy to take it for granted. The intimate moments with incredible people. I remember turning to the PR as we were sitting in on a rehearsal by the Ballet Rambert as they were perfecting some superhuman feat I couldn't possibly imagine doing and saying "We've seen some things haven't we" and laughing about it. I've witnessed personal performances for me and a photographer alone from some of the greatest classical musicians alive Julian Lloyd Weber running through Bach's cello concerto in his kitchen, James Galway toddling away at something he was learning, but my favourite anecdote is probably when me and Sting took it in turns to sneak into the Queen's private toilet in the royal opera house for a piss. "Well if you're doing it I'm gonna go as well" he said.
5 Sheffield steel
I accidentally touched Jessica Ennis's backside while adjusting a Union Jack draped around her in a Sheffield steel mill. Which is quite appropriate seeing as they are buns of steel. It was like I'd bashed into a wall, not a person. It was a complete accident and I don't think she noticed but it was quite memorable. Even though at the time I didn't really know who she was, same with Mo a week earlier, who I shot in the world's oldest wind tunnel at the National Physical Laboratory just down the road from my house. No idea who he was at the time. We chatted about a mate he may have worked with at McDonald's I believe.
6 Have I got awards for you
I've been fortunate enough to win a few awards over the years. We won PPA publication of the year for the Olympics work, my most high profile win was BSME art director of the year earlier this year for Work. magazine but my favourite win was the second of my back-to-back cover of the year awards voted for by a room of my peers on the night. Anyone can win something once with a fluke, but to do it twice was pretty special. It means you must know what you're doing. But what made the Brexit cover win extra special for me was that when I went up to receive it I spotted Ian Hislop, a bit of a hero of mine, sitting in the front row giving me a thumbs up. I got to chat to him after in the green room and I told him I thought he was the best thing about Britain today.
7 Trouble in Tuscany
There's been a bit of travel over the years. In the early days we would fly out to Germany to show proofs to BMW and Mercedes. Unimaginable now what with PDFs, emails, Skype and minuscule budgets. I photographed a sprinter in Florida, a hurdler in Ostrava... but the most memorable trip was to photograph tenor Andrea Bocelli at his home just outside Pisa. Memorable because it was such a disaster. As you may know he is blind, and his English isn't brilliant so communication was a problem. And the fact that to ease his obvious discomfort with the whole situation he insisted on using props. He left the room and came back in with a trumpet for example, which he insisted on holding in shot for every frame. Then just as we were getting underway someone started cooking pasta in his kitchen and the smell made him wander off. We didn't know if it was over or if he was coming back. Eventually he did and we got a few extra frames without the trumpet but it was such a bad day that when we left and the photographer put a light stand through the hire car's rear light I was like "yeah, that's about right".
8 High anxiety
Borrowed a helicopter for a shoot once. That was bloody terrifying. Never been in one before. If you've never done it, it's like being in a transit van in the air and whenever they want to turn or move in any way it kind of lurches. You feel like the pilot is only slightly in control and gravity is the real driver. I kept my head down and looked at the pictures as they came in on the laptop, pretending I wasn't there in the end.
9 Roger that
Seeing a genuine sporting legend at the top of his game is incredible. None of the other sporting events I've been present for in a work capacity - Grands Prix, UEFA Cup Finals, England test cricket - quite match up to seeing Roger Federer take on Andy Murray from the front row at the O2. Before the match I'd been looking forward to seeing Murray's trademark smashes but seeing Federer caress the ball and think five strokes ahead from such close quarters converted me to the tennis legend I had previously thought was a bit boring.
10 Mercury prizing
As far as I can tell I was responsible for Gomez winning the Mercury Music Prize in 1998. Which is weird because they were up against Pulp and I love Pulp. I was sitting on a table with the MD of Technics - I think, it's all a bit of a blur to be honest - at the awards ceremony and he was really interested in my opinion on who I thought should win. This was just after Gomez had done a storming rendition of Whipping Piccadilly and I think it probably swayed me. So when he disappeared for a bit then came back and told me he'd put his vote in for my favourite I didn't have the heart to say I'd changed my mind and thought Pulp should win. It was a very close run thing as well apparently. Sorry Jarvis.
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