#just lads hangin out

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[beardedmrbean]

just some lads hangin out being fellas

[tonberry-yoda]

This is so random but I just read your part 2 with Crocodile and him having a child and I can totally see Crocodiles child just barging into a Cross Guild meeting with Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile wanting them all to play with them or have a tea party or something and that thought just makes me giggle imagining those 3 doing that 🤣

OMG

THIS

the moment i saw this in my inbox i knew i had to write it, so this is for you anon. thank you for this amazing idea i had a blast writing it. ALSO! If anyone has a name suggestion for Crocodile's son since this is now a series on my account, please suggest away! have an awesome day anon!

Crocodile as a father part 3

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 371

Notes - again, thank you for this wonderful idea and name suggestions for the little lad are open! I am honestly obsessed with writing croc as a dad, so please for the love of god keep these rolling in!!! (image below not mine)

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“I think there are plenty of better ways to deal with issues than that, Buggy.” Crocodile shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, thanking Mihawk for his cup of coffee.

“Yes, but that one is the easiest!” Buggy slammed his hands on the table and thanked Mihawk for the coffee as well.

Crocodile went to protest, but Mihawk stepped in, sitting down at the table. “Crocodile, I'm with Buggy. I think using-”

“Dadda!!! Daddaaaaaaa!!!!!” Crocodile’s toddler burst into the room, interrupting a very important meeting, holding up a tea cup and his favorite stuffed rabbit doll.

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose and quickly looked up with a smile. “What’s up, buddy?”

“Dadda! I wanna have a tea party!”

“A tea party? Buddy, weren't you hangin’ out with mamma? You can ask her to-”

Crocodile’s toddler grabbed Crocodile’s big hand, trying to pull him away from the table. “Buddy, we’re really busy, can't you just ask mamma to-”

“I wanna play with dadda though.” He looked up at his father with the cutest eyes that he couldn't just deny.

But he shook it off and looked at his toddler sternly. “Why aren't you in mamma’s office right now?”

“Mamma told me that I could come play with you!” He just smiled at Crocodile.

Of course she said that.

“Buddy, you can't just-”

“Is dat Buggy??? Hi!!!” His attention went quickly toward the clown sitting at the table. He ran up and grabbed his hand, pulling it straight off of his body which ended up putting them both in a huge fit of laughter.

There was no way Crocodile was going to get out of this now. Especially considering Mihawk was setting up the table for a tea party for everyone, handing Crocodile’s child a cup of chocolate milk they had in the fridge.

“Why don't you join us, Crocodile?” Mihawk took a dramatic sip from his coffee. “We don't have all day, you know? Us former warlords have a lot of planning to do.”

Crocodile’s son immediately began looking as professionally as he could as he was now a member of their very important meeting.

Now there was absolutely no way Crocodile was getting out of this.

[tsuki-sennin]

"ppl who celebrate character birthdays are annoying pass it on"

FUCK this post, and Happy Birthday Neon Kurama~! ...right, so you know it's all gonna go horribly wrong, but she's our friend! We support her!

Spoilers, I guess...

-What a massive L the Jyamato have taken.

-Garden Grandpa has become Construction Grandpa!

-OOOOOOOH

-Oh hey Daichi. Just sorta hangin' around, huh?

-I don't blame you tbh, I'd be sitting on my ass too.

-April 4th! That's two days from now!

-:)

-Happy Basuday~!

-...:(

-They kidnapped the poor girl on her birthday.

-"What do you even get the Celebrity 'It' Girl who has everything? ...aside from loving parents, treatment like a normal human being, a boyfriend who isn't over twice her age, and a break from creepy weirdos on the internet?"

-...three, five, and seven, huh?

-Keiwa's just totally numb to all of Ace's... Ace-iness.

-Toro, toro!

-It's a Toreador! Just like the ones referenced in that indie horror game from 2014! Octodad: Dadliest Catch!

-...is this just the Seito/Touto proxy battle arena from Build? I think it is, at least, I'm probably wrong.

-Beroba continues to Bull-y Michinaga for her entertainment.

-Fight!

-I swear, by my sword and capote, that I will once again prove victorious!

-Bullfight!

-Rook! Bishop! Buffa! All the most powerful chess pieces!

-Shut the fuck up Chirami, you ain't doing shit.

-"Happy Birthday :)"

-Na-Go Stans are wildin'

-We win, we party!

-Hot damn, Keiwa!

-Oooooh, disarming yourself for a shot? Clever.

-Oh, whoops! Bero be cheatin', who coulda guessed!

-"You cheated. You didn't learn, you didn't improve."

-Oh God, Beroba's gonna leak her DMs.

-Gotta win!

-Oh hello, Kyuun.

-"A present! For me~?"

-"No! >:( ...Maybe :("

-You're so full of crap, man.

-Free Boost~!

-Sweet and salty! Just like sea-salt ice cream!

-Word of advice lads, be honest.

-OH FUCK, IT'S DAD

-...I think I forgot his name, I'm just gonna call him Papa Naoto until I remember it.

-You're only like... marginally better a parent than your wife, man. And that's only because you don't hit her or constantly try restraining her.

-...man, I just realized, Neon suffers trauma from being kidnapped at a young age and her mother just... holds her captive. Irony at its most fucked up.

-To be quite honest, I don't think Kyuun'd be much better company than Jeff Pesos or whoever Izumi had in mind.

-Man, these supporter plotlines are so interesting, holy shit.

-Ah, yep. There's Ace. Looking into it.

-"Geats. How unexpected."

-...Waaaait...

-"I've had quite enough of family matters from last season, thank you very much."

-KOUSEI, THAT'S HIS NAME

-Ace, you don't just walk up to a girl and lay her backstory out like that.

-I'll give Kousei credit, he at least seems legitimately worried.

-Doesn't even seem to have a scratch on her. Seems a little at odds with the depiction of the kidnapping itself, huh?

-Man... Can't even cake.

-Time for the mountain lion to descend upon the bull.

-...shit, that was lame. Pretend you never noticed that.

-OH?

-Okay, it's Ace time!

-Beroba's such a scrublord. Or uh... scrublady, as the case may be.

-Ooooooh, boy!

-Set!

-Dual On! Ninja! Magnum!

-Ready, Fight!

-Get splashed, idiot!

-"Two, huh?"

-Set!

-Ooooooh, he's not going into Laser Boost, okay!

-That's neat! They kept that suit around!

-PNGTuber Beroba.

-Ohhhhhh noooo

-You're an absolutely horrendous excuse of human being, Beroba.

-Great job Takahashi, banger villain. Especially you Namika-san, you're putting in a fantastic performance <3

-Ohhh, Ace is MAD mad.

-Everybody loves Na-Go-san!

-...holy shit, that is so cruel. They just

-Instantly went on a targeted harassment campaign.

-AKARI?

-Ohhhh

-...that's

-That's depressing as fuck.

-...that goes a long way to explain why Izumi was so controlling and Kousei dumped all his money into... I'm gonna be completely honest, what's basically a snuff film ring.

-Why would he let Giroli pick Neon to play then?

-"She was lying" SHUT THE FUCK UP

-Completely ruined my homegirl's life.

-Fucking MURDER that thing, Ace.

-Oh shit, Kyuun! My dude!

-Next episode.

-#NaGoSweep!

[quinsixtridrupled-k]

About Me

Hello, my fellow fellas. I'm called by many things (Dedede, Triple D, Sixtuple D, etc.) but for now just refer to me as 6D.

I'm a guy hailing all the way from Southeast Asia, just hangin' out over here on the online space. I don't expect myself to be particularly active on this site, as I've mostly been using it to lurk and follow my favorite blogs, however if I have something to share, I will. Currently my self-proclaimed occupations, so to speak, are:

• Amateur digital artist (more proficient in regular pencil and paper, but I try)

• College Student, trying to get by as best as I can.

I've always liked drawing things, ever since I was a wee lad, I've found the prospect of being able to create an image that came from my head and put it into an art form to be especially enticing - back when I was a kid, I used to make a lot of Tom & Jerry related drawings as I grew up with those cartoons. I've still ways to go in terms of professional looking art, especially because I'm a slow-learner. I'll try my best, however.

Below are some examples of my work (you can tell which ones have some semblance of improvement to them):

I also spend some (being half) of my time gaming, either playing games or watching videos of games (heh, video games...), I've always been especially partial to platformer games. Nowadays, my tastes in genres have expanded to multiplayer-centric games like racing, or fighting - mostly the latter.

My current notable interests (of any media), in no particular order, include:

Donkey Kong Country - with Super Mario as an extension (video game - platformer)

Banjo-Kazooie (video game - platformer)

Big Hero 6 (animated film - superhero)

Rayman (video game - platformer)

Super Smash Bros. (video game - fighting)

Left 4 Dead 2 (video game - first-person shooter)

Fraymakers (video game - fighting)

RWBY (web series - animation)

Spider-Man (superhero - any media form)

Pizza Tower (video game - platformer)

Team Fortress 2 (video game - first-person shooter)

Rivals of Aether (video game - fighting)

So, yeah, that about covers it, for now. If I post anything, expect it to be related to any of the above, or topics of a similar, tangential vibe. Hopefully, I can get used to this!

[prof-polaris]

its been a good bit, so i figured it might be a good idea to give an overall pokemon update, since i have....so many. under the cut cause again, long.

-Maple. She's fully retired now! she's a house mon now, which is good because her age is starting to catch up to her a bit, shes getting some white furs around her muzzle and her legs are starting to creak like mine.

-Tiph. Well. To be honest, I thought she was going to join my fightin team (something i am considering, dont get too excited) but shes getting older too. She's settled down with Flicker and Amber and spends most of her time as a house mon nappin as well haha

-Wallace. He is hangin out as a house mon as well...Arc all of my original team is gettin up there in age...he's having a good time in the ponds though.

-Hench. He's just about fully grown! he's keen on joining a battling team, good lad.

-Itsu. He's with Violet in Unova still. That zoroark pack thing she's doin appealed to him a lot, so he decided to stay there :)

-Driz. She's still here and still very sleepy. Getting used to the new house and bumbling around haha

-Linnea. She's adapting well to the new house, her and Maple are still thick as thieves <3

-Geronimo: Menance, also just about fully grown now! Definitely keen on battling, has been since the beginning

-Solaire. Sleepy baby guy. Currently on my lap, helping me watch over the dinner cooking

-Orion. Good lad, hanging around in the kitchen and keeping an eye on things. Has taken to his new full job as a service mon very well

-Kine. Like Itsu, she ended up staying with Violet in Unova. Violet sends me pictures of those two occasionally

-Flicker. Settled down like i said with Tiph, but he likes pushing my wheelchair around haha. Does not like to leave my side.

-Chime. On my head right now. Tiny little baby girl shes doing excellent as always

-Zeike. Sleeping in the kitchen right now. Heading in the direction of being a mobility aid mon with how helpful he is <3

-Cobbler. Fully evolved and desperate to rumble. keeps trying to convince me to be a dragon type specialist. and to fight people. sigh /fond

[lilbittymonster]

losing your train of thought when in each other’s presence, for the ship of your choosing!

"Well, shall we show you around the place?" Alphinaud asked earnestly as the Scions dissipated to their various corners.

A refusal was prepared on his tongue, force of habit, but he choked it down. "T'would be prudent. I've not seen more than this entry way."

Alphinaud's face lit up with an eager smile. "This way, then."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kitali spring up into the rafters at the far end of the room, disappearing into the shadows. He smiled privately to himself. Glad to see some things haven't changed.

As he was taken from room to room, Estinien was only half-listening to Alphinaud and Tataru speaking. The other half of his mind was thinking about just how much of Kitali he still doesn't know. It was strange, only now realising how he had never really imagined her as a Scion, only ever as Kitali. Estinien doesn't even remember if he had ever asked.

More guilt he didn't need right now.

"And, that's a bout it for the interior," he heard Alphinaud saying. "Shall we move outside?"

"Certainly. Lead on."

-

The heavy wooden doors swung open to reveal a low counter with four women stood behind it, all in some varying flavour of exotic dress. Vaguely Hingan, if Estinien had to guess.

"Ah, Alphinaud," the nearest woman drawled. "What've you brought me this time?"

"Good afternoon to you as well, Rowena," Alphinaud said in his polished socialite voice. "I am giving a tour of Revenant's Toll, and felt it would be remiss of me to leave out your establishment."

Rowena crossed her arms in front of her. "Well, be quick about it. I've got a business to run, here, this isn't a museum."

Alphinaud cleared his throat. "Very well. This is Ser Estinien, he is the newest member of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and will thus be a regular here in Revenant's Toll. Please do not send your guards after him." He turned to Estinien. "This is Rowena, proprietor of Rowena's House of Splendors. She deals mostly in foreign trade and antiques."

Years of rigid social scripts had Estinien nodding politely before it even registered.

Rowena looked up at him, squinting a bit as she did so. "You look familiar. You that lancer that was hangin' 'round the Stones all those weeks?"

Estinien gave a curt nod, ignoring the way Tataru glanced up at him in surprise. "Aye."

She eyed him appraisingly. "You look like a strapping lad. How d'you feel about doing the odd job for me, like your adventurer friends?"

Estinien narrowed his eyes. "What's in it for me?"

Rowena barked out a laugh. "Oh, I like you already," she said with a glint in her eye. He felt that, somehow, he was being threatened.

"You will have plenty of time to get to know each other, I'm sure. Now, as you've asked, we'll all keep this brief and shall get out of your hair. Good day, Rowena," Alphinaud interrupted smoothly.

Estinien didn't need to be told twice. He was already pushing his way out the door when suddenly he felt a lurch in his chest. The small steady bead of dragon influence that was uniquely Kitali's was suddenly no longer in the Rising Stones, and he paused just outside the jamb. Faster than he could think about it, he reached out with his own mind to cast for the other end of the connection, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it somewhere north. The Shroud, most likely.

"Everything alright?" Tataru asked as she walked past him.

Estinien just gave a nod before continuing down the long hallway, eager to be under the open sky again.

As the trio began the descent towards the aetheryte plaza, he felt the pulse of Kitali's energy flare closer a moment before he saw her appear on the cobblestones, carrying something close to her chest as she entered the Rising Stones. A knot of stress he didn't know he was carrying loosened in his chest.

-

As Alphinaud was talking, Estinien heard at the back of his mind the unmistakable rumble of dragonspeech, though not a voice he's ever heard it spoken in.

Up here.

Alphinaud must've noticed his lapse in attention once more, as he cut himself off mid-sentence. "You must be exhausted, and I'm certain we've taken up much of your time already," he said apologetically.

"Oh, but we haven't even shown him the ruins yet!" Tataru pouted.

"I am certain that Ser Estinien is more than capable of exploring a ruined encampment on his own."

Estinien had to suppress a smirk. He'd learned a trick or two from Aymeric, that was for damn certain.

"We shall leave you to find some rest," Alphinaud said firmly with a polite smile, leaving Tataru no room to argue.

"Aye, ruined cities can wait til the morrow. The tour was....enlightening," he tried.

Alphinaud's eyes sharpened knowingly. He had definitely learned a trick or two from Aymeric. Once he and Tataru had walked through the door on the left, he took a single bound and landed amongst the rafters with a light thud.

Estinien heaved a sigh as he walked to the farthest corner, letting his lance rest against the wall. "I don't know how you stand it," he groused.

"I don't," Kitali replied. "Why do you think I'm up here?"

Estinien chuckled. "That's fair." He leaned against a workbench that was pressed up against the wall. "So, did you call me up here for a particular reason?"

"Is the pleasure of your company not enough reason?"

Estinien couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You sound like Aymeric."

Kitali smiled at that. "You were getting agitated. I could tell from across the room, figured you might want an escape. Was I wrong?"

He couldn't help but return the smile. "No, you weren't."

"You do look exhausted, though."

He glared at her through his hair.

"What?"

"Alphinaud was just saying that to be polite, and give me an out."

"Yeah, and now I'm being honest." Kitali's tone was gentle despite the words. "Rest," she said, pointing with her tail at a pile of cushions. "You can stay up here as long as you like." She bumped up against him, and he unfurled an arm to wrap around and hold her close for a moment. "It's good to have you around again," she said quietly.

Estinien said nothing, only knocking his forehead gently to the top of hers before releasing her and settling into the frankly decadent pile of cushions that spilled across the floorboards. For the first time in many weeks, he allowed himself to fully relax, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Thank you @mythandral for the prompt! It's slowly getting easier to get into Estinien's head in writing, and I'm having fun getting into the later game stuff with him.

[blujaydoodles]

What's Aubree's coolest story about how she got one of her scars? (Besides the one she doesn't talk about)

"Although, really it's a bit of a stupid story if I'm being honest, but the scar's cool as hell and that counts for something, yeah?

“It was one of my first jobs with a trade caravan, just as an extra pair of hands-- green as I was, they wouldn’t have hired someone like me as an armed guard even if I’d thought to offer back then, but it’s easy enough to prove I can haul shit around, and not a lot of folks are keen to take the pass north of Stormridge in any case so they were happy for the extra help.

"We were five days into the Wildcrest Mountains-- about halfway through. It was just starting to get into nightfall, and we were trying to push through to a sheltered spot one of the guards knew was a little ways ahead to camp for the night, when we heard the howlin up in the ridges, and comin down toward us.

"Now, we get wolves out in Crickhollow, sometimes; usually just one by itself skulkin round the pastures, and if they can catch em in time it mostly only takes a few dogs to run em off back where they came. We’d spotted some goblin scouts makin eyes at the caravan a few days earlier and spooked em away easy enough with a bit of barkin of our own, so when we heard the wolves I figured I knew what we were in for. But let me tell you: wolves in the mountains are different than the ones you get round halfling country. It’s cold, and hard, and it makes em strong, and it makes em hungry.

"We had six armed guards with us, proper kitted with swords and shields and all, and of course I was out there with Corker, hangin back a bit just not to get underfoot of em. They were spreadin out to circle the wagons, but the wolves had the jump on us and came leapin out the dark before we were ready. Biggest godsdamned things I ever saw! One slipped through and went straight for the horses, but I was ready for him-- hit him midair and sent him reelin away, and I figured that’d be the end of it for that one. Turned around and saw another one was lungin and snappin at one of the guards-- skinny lad called Derek-- and had him in a bad way; it’d got him offbalance, and looked about to take him down. I was to em before I could even think-- well, what else could I have done? The wolf had got its teeth in him, but it didn’t see me coming-- I hauled off-- WHACK-- cracked him square in the face, must have damn near caved his skull in! Just as he was getting his bearings, and I was pulling back for another swing-- the bloody bastard I’d clipped earlier came in from behind and sank every damn one of his teeth into me, and dragged me to the ground.

"Well, Derek managed to get his feet under him in time to stop the other one from jumpin in and tearin my damn guts out, but only just. The one that had me by the shoulder had a death grip on me-- I was swinging Corker round like mad, but I couldn’t get any good blows in like that, on the ground and backwards and with only one arm. Still put in a fair fight, for all that-- I was snarlin like a beast myself, grabbin for its face with my left hand best I could. Then suddenly he dropped me, yowling somethin awful. Another guard, big fella called Radimir, saw him layin into me and ran him straight through. Good thing, too! If I’d been alone out there that would have been it for me. Stupid way to learn not to put your back to a wolf, but it’s always better to have friends to back you up anyway. Especially when you’ve got more muscles than good sense, haha!

"Anyway, the rest of the pack did take off after seeing we could put up more fight than they wanted-- they’re tough, not stupid. No one was hurt except a couple of the fighters and myself, and we made it to the outpost just fine. I hadn’t really imagined I’d be spendin my first couple weeks in Pelora laid up all in bandages with a broken collar, but hey, it gave me a good story for breakin ice at taverns. Bit more impressive to talk about than this-- [she points to one mark among many on her arms, brown with age]-- that I got trying to help with the bakin when I was six…"

[b4kuch1n]

brain also insisted that was played by an employee. despite it being realistically impossible due to how the neck looks in the side shot

[cryptidmomochi]

nothing weird here certainly not just a normal lad hangin out in a weird fucked up office yup

timelapse under read more

[willosword]

i do like the implication that in the sonic prime world shadow just..... lives in green hill along with the rest of em. hangin out. smashin into boulders. i wonder what that lad gets up to while the rest of them are having picnics and talking about palm trees

[nemisdevilishkitchen]

Open Custom Night Devlog #1: After A Year, I’m Really Doing It This Time

Oh boy I have a lot I wanna say and rant about after working on this for such a long time. 

WHY AM I REMAKING UCN?

Screenshot of the main scene of Open Custom Night as of writing.

I really dislike Clickteam Fusion 2.5. When I was a wee lad I saw FNaF and wanted to make my own video games. I was inspired! So I spent the next 4 years of my life learning it. Huge mistake. CTF2.5 isn’t built for really doing any sort of complex games that might require multiple global objects or things of that nature. It’s very very limited. Not only that but it’s like 300 dollars for the full edition. Like no man fuck that. I decided that in order to prevent other kids from wasting their time learning such a dumb engine that’s hard to pirate and unreasonably expensive, I would remake UCN for it to act as an open source fangame template.

BUILDING THE AI

Scuffed photo showing Toy Bonnie in the office

So when I was first figuring out how to make AI for FNaF games, like back when I was on Clickteam, I came up with this: (rng.randi_range(2/(Global.animatronic), 4/(Global.animatronic)) And it works fine. Except... it doesn’t go from 1-20, it went from 0.01 to 0.20. I found later that this gave super wild results as some characters wouldn’t be able to move for upwards of 300 seconds on level 1 which is just downright silly. I then changed it to 0.11-0.30. As of now, it works just fine. I can change the range depending on the animatronic along with whatever specific calculations they may need.

This has a few implications. Whereas there is a small chance of animatronics failing movement opportunities repeatedly keeping them in place for long periods of time, this new AI calculation for some characters will guarantee that they will ALWAYS move within a specific time range.

MAKING ANIMATRONIC MECHANICS AND BEHAVIORS

Freddy was quite easy to get going as was Chica. A bit of a stumper for a moment was Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica. At first, I just had them go into your office until they reached a hard coordinate and if the mask wasn’t on in time, they would kill you. This movement was also scripted in the code itself. This worked but it was just a tad cumbersome. I decided to update this to have them move to a coordinate object that I could freely move around without needing to update the code to. But their movement would continue to be scripted. It wasn’t until recently I realized that I have animation tools in Godot which means that I can now animate this process!

A look at Toy Bonnie’s keyframed animation along with his sprites are shown

I basically did the same for Toy Chica and the rest was history! BB and JJ are pretty unremarkable although they were both annoying to do as well. I also used these new animation tricks on them.

Demon spawns getting ready to strike

Mangle wasn’t too bad to program- at first. She required a new system to be added, the vent snare system. To be fully frank, I’m not quite sure how the map was animated in UCN. Did he update position manually for each phase she moved in depending on the path? Maybe? I hope not. What I did is that I animated out his path with keyframes and then for each time his timer ran out, his phase was updated and that also updated what frame of the animation he was on.

A look at the animation and Mangle’s code.

The main thing towards the end is that I wasn’t quite sure how to make it so Mangle knew which snare was active. I could’ve probably made some code about it but I wanted to try something a bit outside of the box. Mangle has raycasts attached to her. When those raycasts come into contact with an area collision shape, he’ll check if it’s specifically a snare or the “freedom” object. If it’s a snare, she’ll go back to the start and decide on what path he wants to take to get back to you. If she touches the freedom object, she’ll find herself in your office.

“Just hangin’ out!”

Before I move to the next bit I want it to be clear that I wasted like 30 minutes to an hour on trying to fix a bug with Mangle’s vent animations not playing properly. The way that I set it up is that everytime their phase is updated, the animation player will seek a certain point in the animation that corresponds with this. Since the animation was set to 1FPS, that means that phase 1 will go to frame one and so on. But I didn’t change the other animations to 1FPS. So that caused some uhhh. Issues. Haha.

A NEW PERSPECTIVE?

Give love and kisses to this handsome fellow. Without this guy I wouldn’t have the proper office effect quite yet. For some reason, in Clickteam, this effect lags games hard. It seems to be much more optimized in Godot. Due to this, there may not need to be any performance settings for a while. I’ll likely still have to include them anyways but man it’s nice to get some good frames.

MISCELLANEOUS CHANGES TOO SMALL FOR SECTIONS

Destroying animatronics: In order to save on resources when running the game during a hectic night, animatronics are straight up destroyed on the start of the night when their AI is set to zero. This means that they’ll all still be loaded and checked through at the start of a night however so this is mostly for long term performance. A way to load in ONLY the necessary animatronics at the start of the night to help performance in general is being looked into.

Dynamic audio: Some audio within the game now changes volume automatically depending on where it’s located. Previously I believe this was done by hand via code (something like, if in office, set the volume of music box to 0). Now due to the new engine, the game will handle this by itself without any coding being needed.

Music box additions: “Metal Scratchin’ (Sonic Rush)” has been added to the lineup of music that can be chosen at random.

WRAPPING UP

While I disagree with Scott’s political views and morals, working on this project has made me sympathize with him more as a game dev. If you wondered why a lot of the UCN enemies feel like random garbage, there are two reasons

Game design reasons. There would be way too much mental stack and stress from each animatronic having a counter that requires multiple steps.

Making some of these systems really fucking suck and it’s easier to make clones of characters or guys who don’t really do much.

Even though I’m not making a brand new game, some of the changes I’ve implemented bring out inherent changes in how UCN functions which means the design of the game has also severely changed. This is on top of whatever liberties I’m taking as well. Game development is hard man. But it doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to be a good template. This likely will not be a 100% recreation of UCN down to it’s easter eggs and extras but it’ll give new devs an idea!

Thanks for reading all of this if you even did! I’m gonna try to keep updating this as much as possible.

- Nemi

[gasha40k]

Recovering from knee surgery has been wildly uneventful.

I won’t be back at work for a while, I won’t be back at school for a while, but I will be sitting in one place with no obligations beyond cell regeneration for the coming week-ish, so that’s given me some perfectly allotted time to paint minis. So check it out!

After maybe 5 actual months, my first post featuring these Intercessors being on Dec 28th, I have finally fucking finished painting them. Many of them lack bases and need some cleanup and matte varnish, but all of the lads assembled and nuln’d up.

There’s a noticeably thicker darkness with my newer ones as I’ve sort of been leaning into a dirty proto-grimdark style as of late. Perhaps not intentionally— I ruined the brush I had been using for black lining. But hey, it still looks neat. I quite enjoy the grittiness. Not quite battle scarred and disgusting a la my CSM, but not quite ‘eavy metal perfect, either.

This is Sergeant Arctos, the fledgling Sergeant in command of Squad Arctos for the Sadrian Crusade. He’s a wonderful Astartes, but he’s had a bit of a rough time adjusting to a leadership position due to lack of confidence, despite his promising prospects. As such, he’s been placed in command of an Intercessor squad as a test of his mettle. Just realizing that I forgot to paint his helm gold. Fuuuuckkk.

Arctos wields a power sword that belonged to a felled brother who he was very close with during the Indomitus Crusade. He venerates this sword as a personal relic and uses it as backup in the most dire of situations, so as to immortalize how his brother would always have his back during their battles.

all of our sergeants hangin’ out, all nice and painted

Arctos isn’t nearly as confident as Brother Cambarn, the Bladeguard Sergeant, or as mature as Brother Taranis, the venerable Devastator Sergeant, but him and his men are the future of the Chapter, and he is hungry to prove himself a Thunderbearer worthy of merit.

And speaking of Sergeants…

This is Sergeant Verios, the other Intercessor Sergeant of the 1st Calthradian Crusade. Brother Verios served as an Infiltrator Sergeant during the Indomitus Crusade. His squads racked up an uncouth amount of enemy and specialized in ambushes and assassination. When he was asked about the Crusade, Verios requested he be placed in charge of a standard Intercessor squad. Chapter Command obliged, but the battleline squad he was placed in charge of was almost exclusively made up of unblooded Intercessors. Perhaps they’re hoping that Verios may instill into the fledglings a ruthlessness similar to his own, so as to properly prepare them for the Chapter’s bloody future? Regardless, Verios wears the Infiltrator helmet he wore during the Gale Sicane so as to never forget his warrior origins. Verios also wields a chainsword, which he praised for its efficient, flesh-decimating simplicity.

I’ve split up my ten man Intercessor squad into two five man squads for tactical reasons. Arctos leads one, Verios leads another. They are quite opposite individuals. Where Arctos is deliberate, heroic, often hesitant and even kind, Verios is decisive, efficient, and merciless. Despite their differences they share a good rapport, complimenting each other well on the battlefield and having respect for one another as peers.

Here’s our Crusade in its current form. It feels SO goddamn GOOD to have everything nearly finished. I need to clean things up, base a lot of men, and finish two more minis, including our HQ, and then the 1st Calthradian Crusade is DONEZO. The Thunderbearers are really coming alive and it’s a joy to see, especially considering this is how they started:

Stay tuned for more of the Emperor’s storm. Maybe some more Dreadnought shenanigans soon. Maybe some Eradicators. We cookin’. Ciao.

[tsuki-sennin]

Butterfly! At long last! It's been 3000 years! 18 episodes!

Toei, fellas, it's been 9 episodes since Cure Wing. I'm not sure how big of a gap that is between main team members relative to most other seasons, but jeez.

For me, of course, it's been longer, but that's more because I had a long week.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Starting off with a battle, I see~!

-Dodging is an important part of any character action title!

-Wing has earned himself a fan.

-Oh, he even gets to do the finisher! Movin' on up in the world.

-Fishing Rod.

-I never would've guessed, tbh.

-We did it!

-As much disdain I show Battamonda, he has some funny facial expressions.

-Yeah sure buddy, whatever helps you sleep at night.

-Stop calling her an Outsider, I do NOT need intrusive thoughts about what a Pretty Cure Outsiders might look like.

-Ageha's gone do it.

-Pu-Li-Ru-La, Pu-Li-Ru-La!

-I think you're a bit formal for these younguns.

-Ah yes, PreCures. Everybody knows them!

-I just remembered, years ago I saw a poll about what Japanese elementary schoolers wanted to be when they grew up and a surprising number of the kids who answered "Pretty Cure" were young lads.

-Oh, speakin' of which-

-Don't put it off any longer Ageha.

-Fanmail~!

-Takeru!? Takeru Tenkuuji!?

-...no wonder his fave is the orange hero.

-Tsubasa is the happiest borb in the universe right now.

-Oh okay, she's

-Hangin' around officially now.

-I will say this, Ageha sure as hell seems to be in her element.

-Word of advice to all you aspiring hero types out there, don't hang around a nursery uninvited.

-...Sora what kind of tag do you play up in the clouds? Do you have like organized teams that play against Lufenia, Zenithia, and Zeal?

-Battamonda Time

-Okay, you have officially crossed the line bucko.

-That is one squishy elephant.

-The Princess has vanished.

-Three layer human shield!

-Wrapped in darkness.

-No projectiles for anybody, Prism.

-Oh, here she comes.

-...that close up was incredibly necessary, thank you.

-Damn she's fast

-She's not the Outsiders.

-OH

-OKAY, SHE JUST

-JUST LIKE THAT!

-"I'm going to let my life burn bright, Takeru-kun! ...no, wait, that's the finisher phrase..."

-Here it comes!

-Tone Connect!

-Hirogaru Change! Butterfly!

-Ohhhhhh

-This is gorgeous

-Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous

-Every bit worth the wait.

-Absolute babe.

-Wanderfuru~!

-Cute Butterfly!

-What do you do?

-Shields!

-Oh, you are a nimble broad, aren't you?

-OKAY THAT IS JUST STRAIGHT UP A RIDER KICK

-You've done us proud, Butterfly.

-The sheer rage directed towards Battamonda.

-Ageha jumpscare.

-Moving in permanently-ish~!

-Hello Cure Butterfly! You fucking exist now~!

-I'm assuming next episode's gonna be about her and Wing properly teaming up?

-Ah, cooking~!

-Awww, he's worried about her, that's nice of him.

-Oh, that's a new toy.

-...I don't have much to say about it, I haven't the foggiest idea what it does, but hey! It looks fun~!

[savetheamazingcakes]

Uh oh, my own unfinished story!?

“Get back ‘ere you li’l thief!”

Crap. This is bad. A boy runs as fast as he can, weaving between crates and stalls in the packed marketplace of Marletti. He needs to go as fast as he can if he wants to get away with the goods. 

The boy runs around a corner and into an alleyway, which happens to be a dead end. It was the wrong one. Craaaaap. He turns around and there stands the baker, dead set on getting the little rat who’s been stealing all his products. Not that he’s a little rat; actually, he’s been more compared to a cat. A–oh Death he can’t believe he’s saying this–”little meow meow”.

HOWEVER, that is beside the point. Right now, he’s trying to think of a way to get out of this mess without having to deal with teleportation. His long tail twitches behind him, the tuft of hair at the end swaying in the breeze. There are very few ways he can think to get out of this situation, 3 of which involve the ONE THING he is trying to avoid. The boy guesses that will be his only option. Eugh, teleportation can be such a mess. 

The baker takes a step towards him, and the boy takes a step back in turn. He has to keep his mind on track, this situation could get serious quickly. “A’ight kid, one more chance ta give me the pastries. I don’t wan’ it turnin’ messy. You’ve been stealin’ my goods for a while now, an’ I can’t stand to lose more money ta ya.”

“W-well, ain’t that unfortunate,” started the boy nervously, getting ready to teleport out. “A guy’s gotta eat, though. Can’t be starvin’ myself just ‘cause y-ya need to make a profit.”

“Alright, that’s quite ‘nough, youngin’. I can let ya keep some o’ the stuff ya stole if ya give me some of my own back. Can’t give away too much free food, now can I?”

“That’s quite friendly of ya, lad. Too bad I can’t spare any o’ this food.” The thief begins to feel his body move to his home, the nauseous feeling of teleportation spreading to his stomachs. 

“Can’t say I didn’t give ya a chance, kid!” The baker, dropping his forelegs to the ground, begins to run at the kid. He gets closer faster and the teleportation feels as though it’s going slower than usual. He needs to be faster. Faster, faster, faster—

— — —

“Amare! You’re back!” cried a young voice. 

“Yeah y-yeah, I’m here.” The boy, Amare, slipped the bag containing stolen pastries onto the floor. “Now ‘old on a s-sec, don’ wanna th-throw my guts to the ground.”

“Yeah yeah, take yer time, but what took ya so long? I was almost knockin’ on Her door!”

“The baker finally caught on. ‘Ad to run away. Sorry I took s-so long.”

“The baker man sounds mean,” Amare’s little brother said as he peered into the bag. “What’d ya get this time?”

“Oh, I got a l-lot this time! We’ve got tertos, st-stabacks, tratas, lombolomi, and lugab ju-junams. I made sure to get s-some o’ yer favorites.”

“Thank you, Amare!” 

“‘S no problem at all, Altora.” The younger runs up to his brother and tackles him into a hug, smushing his face into his older brother’s stomach. “Ha, w-what’d ya think yer doin’, kid?”

“Gettin’ the snuggles ya promised me earlier.”

“Least l-let me get myself situated before tryna attack hug me, bud.”

“Nooo, wan’ snuggle now,” whined Altora, cuddling up closer to his brother. “Ya left fer too long and now ya must pay the price of yer insolence!”

“Now where’d ya learn a big word like that?” Amare wraps his arms around Altora as he asks.

“The orphan lady complained ‘bout some new kids bein’ a bother. Said somethin’ ‘bout them bein’ ‘insolent’.”

“Y-you were hangin’ ‘round the boardin’ ‘omes?” Altora suddenly goes rigid.

“Uhhh, no?” He slowly unwraps his arms from Amare to take a step back.

“Uh-huh. And my name is Sh-Sharon. Why in the nine hells would ya go near one of those? They could take ya without any warning.”

“I-I know… I jus’ wanted ta see how my cousin was doin’.”

“It’s ok-kay as long as yer not caught. I know ya must get bored while I’m gettin’ food fer us. Just- just be c-careful, yeah?”

“O’ course! Those old hags can’t catch me!”

“I-I trust ya, k-kid. Just. Be. C-careful.”

“I know, I know. WELL, ‘side from that… let’s actually get to eating!” It was an obvious dismissal of the topic. It was a conversation for another day, it seemed. 

Now that food was served and finished, Amare dismissed himself to get started on his studying with a ruffle to his brother’s hair. He needs to get into the ACOTKU to keep his brother safe. If he doesn’t, he’ll end up leaving his brother all alone next year. The draft age was his next closer to the end, and that is bad. So very bad. He knows well what happened to his family, as well as Altora’s, and he doesn’t want it to happen to him. Their shoddy little planet is always a target, and that always bleeds into the people. They are targets and use their all to fight back. And he means their all. One or both sides always end up dead, and the one is never his own planet’s people. He opens the thick alien sciences book he had “borrowed” from the nearby library. They wouldn’t miss their umpteenth copy of–he peaks at the cover–A Comprehensive Guide to the Biology of All Known Intelligent Species. Lady Death below, that title is long. And unnecessary. Wait, need to get back on track. Amare kills that train of thought and finds his bookmark. He dog-eared his books. “Heathenous behavior,” his brother called it. “Practical,” Amare called it. And it was! There were plenty of reasons to fold the corner of a page instead of using a bookmark. 

That is, again, beside the point. Amare actually begins to read the page he needed. The teen pulls out his worn 5 subject notebook, which he got from Death-knows-where, and opens it up to his most recent page. “Sherannings–” the book reads– “are a highly dangerous and have comparatively low intellect among dominant species, despite their portrayal in the children’s show Sharon the Sheranning.” Huh, so that one kids show he used to watch was wrong. Darn. He continued reading and note-taking late into the night, not that it was a very long night. The summer months made their nights almost unbearably short, so the amount of time he worked was closer to 4 hours. That was, however, a lot for someone with an attention span like Amare’s. Luckily, he’s a fast reader and learner, having made his way through 50 pages of dense 0.6 text. The notebook, the poor thing, was stuffed full of messy writing and drawings so detailed that only the artist can understand the models. Amare marks his page and closes the notebook. He would need another one soon. Drat.

He dropped his face onto the notebook—Oh Lady Death, why did she have to kill him like this? Through studying. No one really needed to study much on his planet because of the low survival rate. What was the point if you were going to join the Lady once you hit the ripe ol’ age of 33? None—that’s the answer. There’s no reason to learn more than how to wield a weapon when that’s all you’ll be used for. The only reason he’s studying is to avoid the draft.

He finds no honor in dying to some pointless war for the umpteenth time. He wants to go to The Lady Below when he’s old and knows his brother will be alright. Amare sighs at these thoughts. He needs to make sure he can pass the entrance exam to begin formal training as a member of the ACOTKU. This is his and his brother’s one ticket away from that cursed draft, and he will not throw away the opportunity. No matter what.

Amare finds little sleep that cycle.

Part 2

[soldier-requests]

Disclaimer: pyro's pronouns are everything and nothing at the same time; they can be interpreted however one wants. the one who requested this used he/him pronouns for pyro, so i will, too. nothing more to it!

any attempts at an argument to that disclaimer will just be blocked. seriously.

also, i frequently write pyro as being able to speak sign language. if pyro talks clearly here, that is actually sign language! :]

"Hey, Pyro. Whatcha doin'?"

He shrugged, signing, "Nothing. Bored, kind of want to play!"

Engineer hummed, "Maybe Solly or Scout'd want to play with ya?"

"Went into town!"

"Ah, yeah. Well, maybe y'could go ask Heavy? Should be 'round here somewhere. Normally I'd do somethin' with ya, but Doc's got me all tied up with something."

An elated shout came from down the hall. "ENGINEER!! COME QUICK! IT'S MUTATING!!!"

"Speak of the devil," Engineer chuckled. "I'll be goin'. You get out that energy, alright?"

He gave Engineer a salute, and Engineer laughed again, "You been hangin' out with Solly too much."

Pyro swung off the box he had been sitting on, skipping down the hall to find Heavy. He turned a door, then bumped into someone.

"Hello, Pyro," Heavy greeted.

"HMMHE!" He shouted happily.

"What is Pyro doing?"

"Want...to...play! Can...you...play?"

"You.. wish to play?"

He nodded, squirming in place with anticipation.

Heavy shrugged, "Okay. How about the, ah.. what is it called? The one where the... the little ones hide, and the big one finds?"

Pyro jumped up and down, "HGH AHM SHHK!!!!"

"Shhhh, shhhhh, Pyro. You will break the ears."

He nodded, then grabbed Heavy by the arm to find more participants. Heavy even played it up, pretending Pyro was strong enough to pull Heavy along. It made Pyro giggle, which in turn made Heavy smile.

Demo walked out of the kitchen, "What's all this about?"

"Pyro wishes to play a game," Heavy answered. "Would you join?"

Demo stood there for a moment, then shrugged, "Yeah, sure, lad. What're we doin'?"

"Hghh ammh sea!"

"...Hide and seek?"

Pyro nodded, wiggling in place.

"Hmm, well, most everyone's doin' somethin'. But we can ask Sniper! An' Scout an' Solly can join when they come back, aye?"

Pyro removed his grip from Heavy's arm to clap, then raced down the hall towards the front door to search for Sniper.

Demo laughed, starting jogging, looked behind at Heavy, "C'mon, laddie! Th' wee thing'll scare Sniper ta bits if we dun explain it first!"

Heavy grinned, and followed after Demo; laughing when a yelp from Sniper came from outside.