#remote debug

[franeridan]

so what's, like, our general consensus, that the previous cycle with polyxia and gnaeus and calypso and khaos was the actual previous cycle in amphoreus or did it, like, never actually happen and is just part of the history of this cycle or what? are we agreeing the one we're seeing now is the first cycle with these specific chrysos heirs and the only one that's always there is phainon or were all of them in the previous ones as well? and are we agreeing that the reaver is a past phainon that's somehow made it in this cycle or is he a split part of current phainon in our general understanding?

cause, I mean. If we agree that this is mydei's first cycle (if we agree that he's not gnaeus and that gnaeus was actually there in mydei's place in the previous cycle) how did the reaver know where to hit him to kill him. where did he even get that information from.

[baketothefuture]

i am Home but the hell still never ends and i am still on call until 4:30. im so tired.

[blackmoreops]

Troubleshooting rsync SSH Authentication Issues

I’m sure you’ve bumped into situations where rsync just refuses to work over SSH even though your normal SSH connections work perfectly fine. This maybe happened right when you were in the middle of a critical backup or trying to sync important files between servers. If you’ve tried searching around the interwebs for solutions, you’d surely know there’s not many comprehensive guides available and…

[suppermariobroth]

In the Loopdeswoop Galaxy in Super Mario Galaxy, a severe game crash that causes the game's crash debug display to appear can occur when playing as Luigi.

Near the end of the ray surfing racetrack, there is a tall plunge. The player is intended to approach it from above, and then jump down. However, if Luigi turns around at the bottom of the plunge and then attempts to surf up, by tilting the Wii Remote in a precise manner, Luigi and the ray will shoot up far into the sky. After falling down, Luigi will die and the game will crash.

The cause of the crash in this instance is unknown.

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[mistakenot4892]

Progress on my little game project.

It looks extremely simple (because it is, really) but this is a client-server engine built on the Monogame rendering/input framework and the C# Socket class. I've never really worked on netcode before outside of one semester at Uni so this has been an interesting challenge.

With a regular single-player local game, you can update everything on the fly as frequently as your renderer refreshes (120 times a second for my render layer). You don't need to have a specific authoritative (accurate and real) world state, because definitionally, the world state that exists is authoritative.

With my build, even local singleplayer is using a server via localhost, so prediction and interpolation are required to make inputs feel snappy and movement feel smooth. The server runs at 50ms intervals, so twenty times a second, which means if I just use the world state at any given point, movement is going to be choppy and inputs are going to be delayed. I need to interpolate (smooth out) movements across the 50ms intervals, and I need to run my movement and physics logic on the client to hide the 50-100ms latency between inputs and action on the screen.

Valve has some great documentation on their model which I have been using heavily, and I am currently trying to implement Gabriel Gambetta's writeup on client prediction so my character stops jumping around wildly on my remote test server.

The other big challenge at the moment is getting my serialisation and marshaling logic to work consistently. I am using MessagePack for serde, which is a lot easier than trying to write my own serde and handle Endianness and network byte order and whatnot, but I am struggling a bit with debugging bytestreams on the remote server. I may need to learn to use Wireshark and equivalent to work out what the hell is going on under the hood.

It has been a lot of fun, even if some of the bugs have been extremely frustrating. I am hoping to build this out into a general purpose engine for future game projects, but even if I stall out I have learned a ton about netcode for games.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 31: Amnestic Syndrome

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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It has been a wonderful few days.

Leo has been chillin' like a king.

Casey got a suntan.

Raph caught a hermit crab while swimming and giddily showed it off to everyone.

Donnie started (and won) a squirt gun war.

Splinter has been napping nonstop, which is not exactly different from the norm but he's happy as a clam and has 100% been enjoying the seafood dinners.

Even Draxum has benefitted from this whole thing, having been reunited with Huginn and Muninn. He's even offered them their jobs back as his shoulder pads! Or whatever it is they're supposed to do.

And, of course, Mikey is having the time of his life running free and uncontained. Leo can't remember the last time he saw him so energetic and happy; it's like he's a little kid again.

Mikey has asked to go explore the heart of the island today, and so the four brothers are off on a hike into the beautiful jungle. Raph and Leo mostly lead the way, though Mikey runs off in different directions and they change course to accommodate. It reminds Leo of when they were turtle tots exploring the sewer tunnels. Raph would always take the lead as the eldest, though Leo (headstrong child that he was) would often fight to take charge or go a different way that looked cooler. Donnie and Mikey would walk hand in hand together until Mikey's hyperactivity went into overdrive and he'd start hooting and hollering and race up and down the tunnels excitedly. Leo would go chasing after him in a game of tag, Raph would cry because he was afraid they'd get lost, and Donnie would remain unconcerned. Ah, what good times they had...

Leo notices that Mikey had gone off in a certain direction not too long ago, but now can barely hear him. Scratch that, he can't hear or see him at all.

"Mikey?" Leo calls out. "Where are ya, bud?"

Donnie instinctively looks down at his wrist tech. Raph starts walking in the direction that Mikey's gone off in. He walks past the brush and flora...

Mikey comes bounding out of the bushes and pounces on Raphael, causing him to yipe in fright and topple over. Leo yelps at the literal jumpscare, but his fright turns to uproarious laughter at Raphael's face. Donnie smirks to himself and mumbles something along the lines of "I knew he was there."

Raph lays on the ground, gasping for breath as Mikey sits on his plastron with an enormous grin, tail wagging happily at the prank's success. Leo is on the ground cackling.

"Okay, okay, you got me," Raph sighs, picking Mikey up and off of his chest. "You can stop laughing now, Leo."

Leo, in fact, does not stop laughing for five more minutes.

The four press on.

Leo has to hold onto Donnie's arm for support after all that laughing. Dee isn't such a huge fan of that, especially with all the heat and humidity from the tropical climate. But he seems preoccupied. Leo happens to glance over and catches him looking at his wrist tech again.

"What are you doing?" Leo asks, leaning over to get a look for himself.

"Just checking something."

Leo notices several colour-coded icons.

"The trackers?"

"Yes. Since we are on a remote island and Michael has a tendency to just go running off when excited, I have been making sure that I know where he is at all times."

Leo looks back up at Donatello's face. His drawn-on eyebrows are furrowed, a crease on his fivehead and a stare of intensity in his eyes.

When Mikey first went missing, Dee would just stare at the tracking program and reupload new lines of code, debug it, update it, even turn the program off and then on again. He sat at his computer for an entire day, trying to understand what had happened. It worked fine for a few hours after Raph and Leo had reported Mikey MIA. But then, suddenly, it flickered and died out. Donnie didn't speak for the entire rest of the night, only staring at his screen and trying to get it back online. Leo had tried talking to him about it, But Donnie remained adamant that his tech and his ninpo were unparalleled. It would have taken massive voltage or some kind of mystic EMP like what the Krang had to deactivate it.

....Now, thinking it over, and after they'd discovered Mikey's altered DNA and the fact that he'd experienced severe electric charges, it began to make sense as to why the tracker was deactivated.

But it was like Donnie had said before -- it wasn't just deactivated, his tracker was removed. And though Leo and the others had considered it an invasion of privacy, Donnie's subdermal trackers came in handy more often than not, and Leo had found it was Dee's way of showing them that he cared about them all deeply. Not being able to know where Mikey was, or if he was alive... terrified him. Terrified all of them.

All that to say, Leo understands perfectly well why Donnie has been checking the trackers as often as possible.

Leo lets go of Donnie's arm, walking side by side with him.

The hike -- while being almost unbearably hot and through thick jungles -- is actually quite fun! Even with Mikey's occasional jumpscare pranks on the three.

Donnie goes into nerd mode, analyzing the flora and taking samples for later.

Raph is having fun chasing after Mikey and playing games with him. Mikey's memory issues and slight confusion make it seem like he's much younger than he really is, and Raph has missed being able to baby him like this. Some part of Leo thinks this might become an issue later on, but for the moment, Mikey is happy to have fun and Raph is happy to reminisce on days when his baby brother used to play with him like this.

And Leo is just happy to enjoy this time with his brothers. Even if he's constantly getting trampled by Michelangelo.

Speaking of which, Mikey is due for another jumpscare any minute now. Leo is on guard, listening for the little hunter. Mikey's inherited crazy impressive instincts from the added DNA. He somehow knows how not to make a single sound when moving, even in the tall grass and thick roots. He's fast, too, like blink-and-you-miss-it fast. You usually don't even realise he's stalking you until you're face-down in the dirt with him giggling on your back. Leo looks around cautiously for him. He sure is taking his sweet time...

Raph starts checking behind ferns and large flowers.

"Gee, he sure is hiding pretty well this time. I can't see him anywhere!"

Leo starts looking with him, checking the tree limbs to see if he's going to do another aerial ambush. But he can't see him anywhere.

"How does someone covered in neon yellow polka dots get so good at camouflage?? It's like he's not even here!"

"...That's probably because he isn’t, Nardo."

Leo and Raph turn to Donnie, who is looking down at his wrist tech.

"Mikey is several meters away from us. He ran off five minutes ago and has been stationary for quite some time. I suggest we go looking for him. The fact that he hasn't moved for five minutes is mildly concerning."

Leo and Raph follow behind Donatello as he leads the way towards a small clearing. Donnie pushes aside a group of monsteras, revealing a tiny river and waterfall hidden within the jungle. Large and exotic flowers grow around the clearing, almost fencing it in. The riverbank is made from volcanic rocks -- glassy obsidian and smoothed pumice and shimmering gabro. Leo and Raph ooh and awe at the scenery.

"Mikey is somewhere in here," Donnie says, looking around. "According to my GPS, he should be right around -- yipe!!"

Donnie yelps as he stumbles forward, nearly falling into a hidden pit just in front of them. The pit is obscured by the grass and alocasias growing around it, almost covering the opening completely. And to top it off, there is a short but unexpected drop-down from the area around the clearing, like an unexpected stair.

Both Raph and Leo grab Donnie by the shoulders and yank him back. He glances back with a grumble.

"What island has a secret hidden pit lying around?!"

From deep within the pit, they hear a chirp.

"Mikey!" Raph calls, stepping around the pit and looking down into it. "Is that you?"

"Hi, Raphie..."

"Are you okay?" Leo shouts.

"M'fine, just stuck."

"Stuck? Stuck how?" Leo asks, peering into the pit.

He can see Mikey sitting at the bottom of the pit, hands and feet doused in mud and muck. He looks awfully embarrased.

"Can't you just climb out?"

"Tried," Mikey answers. "Too slippery. Rocks are too wet an' slimy, Mikey just kept sliding on the mud!"

"Well, this is the time when I reiterate why we should always bring our mystic weapons with us when hiking," Donnie grumbles, crossing his arms.

"It was just a walk in the jungle! It's not like we were going to fight anything! Why bring them?" Leo refutes.

"Oh, I don't know, in case Mikey falls in a hole and we need to A: make a portal to get him out, B: Use giant elongated hands to lift him out, or C: create impossibly futuristic tech to get him out!"

"Okay, Einstein!" Leo growls. "It was just a suggestion! You could have actually brought your bō, I wasn't gonna stop you --"

"Can we stop shiftin' blame and get to helpin' Mikey already?" Raph yells, grabbing the twins' attention.

"Right right right," Leo stammers. "Well, Donnie actually gave me an idea! We can't really use our ninpo without our magic weapons, but you know who can?"

"…Mikey?"

"Exactly!" Leo says with a smile.

He leans down and calls into the pit.

"Yo, Mike! Just make a mystic chain and climb out!"

Mikey stares up at him, cocking his head in confusion.

"How?"

"Y'know, with your... mystic abilities? Your ninpo?"

"Whazza ninpo?" he asks.

Leo swallows. Both Raph and Donnie exchange glances.

"It's... it's like a superpower you have. It's a part of the family, you can do all kinds of cool stuff! Your ninpo is usually making these cool glowy chains... though, you were starting to do some new things, too... B-but, just try making a chain," Leo says, rambling awkwardly.

"How do I make a chain?" Mikey asks, slightly annoyed. "I can't make anything down here!"

"No, not like make it with your hands -- Make it with your mind!"

"My mind?" Mikey asks incredulously.

"Sorta, I'm not sure exactly how your mystic abilities work -- but for me, I usually just think of where I want to go and the portals take me there. Just try concentrating. Think about family, that might help. Your ninpo is powered by our family bond!"

Mikey stares blankly at Leo, as if he just told him his spots were purple and not yellow. But... Mikey trusts Leo, so...

He concentrates. He thinks hard.

"...Nothing's happening."

"Just keep trying!" Leo calls down. "I believe in you!"

Leo believes in him. Mikey trusts Leo. Family bond. Think about family. Make a chain. Concentrate...

Mikey's spots start flickering.

He squeezes his eyes so tight he gets a headache. He balls his hands into fists until the claws dig into his palms. His muscles tense.

"Woah, Mikey, don't hurt yourself! You're gonna give yourself a hernia or something --"

Mikey barely hears him. He growls and grunts and groans, blood vessels in his forehead popping from the effort as he tries.

He can't let them down. He can't let them know the truth. They're his FAMILY. Just... just... FOCUS!

Mikey's markings flicker once more... twice...

Something bright and glowing golden starts to form... shapes, materializing like dust in the air.

Think about family. Think about family. Think about --

Think about how you are not a part of their family anymore, no matter how hard you try to deny it.

Mikey's markings dim, the light goes out. The chains decay before they ever take solid shape.

He sighs, slamming his fists against his thighs in frustration.

"I-- I can't do it. I don't know how!"

Leo, Donnie, and Raph each look at one another.

"...Okay, Mikey. It's... it's okay, we'll get you out another way. Hey, Raph! Don! I think I saw some vines on our way in, let's try those..."

The three Hamato brothers leave Mikey alone in the pit. Alone with his thoughts. With his failings. With only his Instinct.

The trio are back within moments, having collected several vines and bound them together to create a rope for Mikey to climb up on.

They cheer when he emerges, but Mikey doesn't meet their eyes. The cheers simmer down, replaced by an awkward silence.

"So... Mikey," Leo sighs, placing a hand on his little brother's quilled shoulder. "I think it's time we had a talk..."

.

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.

Mikey cleans the muck from his lower half before talking. He rubs the mud out from between his toes and talons, digging under his fingernails and doing his best to get himself presentable for the talk.

He's stalling. They all know he's stalling.

But Mikey has been dreading this conversation since the day they got him back from the labs.

Mikey's feet dangle in the stream, playing in the gentle flow of water. He wishes he could just stay here and stay quiet, never have this talk. It feels different from a scolding. Mikey doesn't mind scoldings, he's used to them from the labs. Though, his brothers are much nicer about their scoldings than the scientists were. But this isn’t a scolding, he can tell. It's something worse. It's a confrontation… As Mikey is marinating in dread and river water, Raph comes up behind him and rubs his shoulder.

"Hey, buddy? Ready to talk yet?"

Mikey shakes his head no.

"Do we hafta talk?" he whispers.

"I think so," Raph whispers back. "This is important."

"I didn't mean to do bad," Mikey says softly, pulling his knees close to his chest. "I tried my hardest! I really did! But... I-I couldn't do it."

Raph hums in response. He's not sure what to say.

"...Don't feel bad about that. You tried really hard, I saw. We just... wanna help you figure this out, okay?"

Mikey takes a deep breath and exhales loudly.

"Okay."

Mikey takes Raphael's hands and shakily stands up, his big bro helping him to walk normally over to where the twins are waiting.

"Hey, Angelo!" Leo greets with a nervous smile. "You all cleaned up?"

Mikey nods, sitting himself down, just outside of their circle. They don't let that slide; both Raph and Leo scoot out to make him a part of their formation.

"Great. So, uh... I guess you're all wondering why I called you here --" Leo starts.

"Skip the jokes and get to the point," Donnie interjects.

"Yeesh, tough crowd! Okay, okay. Look, Mikey, we've noticed that you've been... uh, how shall we say... acting oddly around us."

Mikey swallows. He tries not to let his anxiety rise any more than it already is.

"Odd? U-uh, how?"

"You threw away your chucks," Leo lists.

"You couldn't recall our names," Donnie adds. "And I've seen the way you react when we call you 'Angelo'. I suspect you don't know your full name is Michelangelo, and not simply Mikey."

"And April said you asked her why she cares about you, or why she didn't look like us if she was our sister," Leo reminds him. "And you reacted weirdly when Dad showed you our family photos."

"You also didn't recognize Draxum," Raph contributes to the list. "And you don't remember what the Prison Dimension or the Krang are, do you?"

Mikey thinks about bluffing. But his lack of response betrays him. He sees Leo flinch and go pale at the mention, Donnie shudders and squirms. Even Raph's body language shifts. But Mikey doesn't get it. He's caught.

"Casey talked about the future, and you had no clue. You get confused by inside jokes or references, and I'm pretty sure you have no idea that Dad is actually Lou Jitsu."

"He's who?!" Mikey asks, though it takes a moment for the memory of who Lou Jitsu is to process.

"See, that's what's concerning us," Leo exclaims. "Mikey, we don't mind that you're confused, but... you aren't telling us the whole picture. And what happened with your ninpo kind of confirms what we've been suspecting for a while now..."

Mikey's head buzzes loudly. He feels ill.

"Mikey... you don't actually remember us, do you?"

His eyes sting, blurring over. He hyperventilates, he can't catch his breath. His hands clasp onto his skinny arms, his legs fold close to his chest, his tail wraps around him. His limbs trap him in a cage, the spines and spikes and quills stand on edge to protect him from the panic attack. His brothers The others try to calm him, but Mikey can't hear anything over his weeping and wailing.

Mikey rocks back and forth, feeling like he might vomit. Raphael places a hand on his shoulder. Mikey screams, swatting the hand away in a panic. Mikey stammers and stutters, not even sure what he's supposed to be saying. He wants to convey how scared he is, how hard he's trying to hold it together, how bad he feels at letting them down, the terror he has at having been caught in the lie. But all he can hear himself say is 'please please please' and 'sorry sorry sorry'.

Hands take his own. Mikey looks up and blearily sees the colour purple.

"Mikey. Can you hear me?"

Mikey nods. It's hard to breathe. He doesn't say it out loud, but the deep and desperate gasps he's making are obvious indicators.

"Focus on me, okay? Follow my lead. In one --" Donnie makes an exaggerated inhale, posture arching. "-- out two." His exhale is loud and exaggerated, his stature relaxes.

Mikey tries to repeat him. His breathing is sporadic, he feels like he's failing him at the most simplistic of things--!

"Hey, hey, focus on me, right? Just focus on my voice, on my breathing. In for one, out for two."

Mikey follows his lead, eyes locked onto Donnie's.

"There we go. In for one, out for two. In for two, out for four. In for four, out for six..."

Donnie and Mikey do the breathing exercises until Mikey's lungs find a rhythm. He calms, hiccups and suck-ups following suit, but they slow soon enough. Donnie manages a tiny smile, an attempt to comfort. He pats the ground around Mikey's knees.

"Mikey, can you tell me what you're sitting on?"

Mikey looks down.

"G-grass...?"

"What do you smell?"

"Fl-flow-wers...? M-m-m-mud. W-water, s-sea water...! R-Raph..."

He hears Leo chuckle.

"Name three things you can see."

Mikey glances around.

"M-Mikey sees you... sees brothers... um, sees trees? And stream... is, is that three?"

"Yes, that's three. You're doing great. Now, can you tell me how we got here?"

"W-walked here. Mikey ran, f-fell in a pit..." he starts crying again. "I-I couldn't get out, I couldn't do the --"

"It's okay, stay present with me," Donnie soothes, rubbing his thumbs over Michelangelo's hands. "Just stay focused on the present moment."

Mikey sighs, tries breathing again. Stay present. Stay focused. Okay...

Donnie talks to him, asking simple and easy questions, such as 'what do you hear?' and 'what colour is the sky?' and 'can you taste this?' after handing him a honeysuckle. Mikey calms down quickly after that.

The other two sit at a respectable distance, making sure not to overwhelm him. After some time, and Donnie's calming techniques, Leo crawls towards them.

"You okay?" he asks cautiously, reaching out to hold Mikey's hand.

Mikey nods and hums a 'yes'.

'Sorry,' he signs. 'Got really scared.'

'That's okay,' Leo signs back. 'We didn't mean to freak you out. Just wanted to talk about it.'

"Can we still talk about it?" Raph asks gently, looking Mikey over. "I mean, if you're okay with that."

Mikey nods, crawling into Donnie's lap for comfort.

"Mikey ready..."

"Okay then," Donnie sighs. "Mikey, we need you to be honest with us so we can be sure to take proper care of you. How much do you actually remember?"

"Mmmm... not a lot," he whimpers. "Mikey remembers a few things... small things. L-Like random moments."

"That would be the brain sauce Draxum made doin' its thing," Raph nods.

"But other than that..?" Leo asks.

"But… o-other than that... Mikey can't remember anything before the labs," he shamefully admits.

"Mikey, why didn't you tell us?" Donnie questions.

"Scared to," he whines. "Didn't want to admit it, didn't want to disappoint you... Y-you all love Mikey so much, and I don't... I don't know why... I don't know who Mikey is, and I just... I wanted you to... be happy. I wanted to be Mikey for you."

Mikey feels Donnie wrap his arms around him and press his face against his head. He's shaking. Leo scoots in and hugs the two of them together. Raph joins in last, his arms just barely long enough to engulf them all.

"Miguel... we want to help you get better, we want to help you remember everything --" Leo states.

"B-but what if I c-can't?" Mikey sobs.

"Then we'll love you regardless. If you never remember us, or yourself... then that's okay. I mean, it'll suck, I won't lie. But it won't be like we've lost you. You're still here, you're just figuring out who you are again. And we'll help you."

"But I-I didn't want you to know!" Mikey wails. "I didn't want to tell you that I wasn't Mikey anymore! I wanted you to love me, I wanted to-- to-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Donnie pulls him tighter.

"Mikey... I do love you. Whether you remember me or not. Whether you remember yourself or not. I will always love you."

Mikey sobs and clutches the others his brothers tightly.

"Mikey... there's something we need to tell you, too," Leo sighs. "Something we probably should have told you earlier."

Mikey looks up at him anxiously.

"It's about your DNA."

Mikey nods slowly, prompting him to go on.

"Well... when we got you home and Donnie did the scan, we found out what you were mutated with. It was... a lot."

"Specifically it was jaguar, basilisk lizard, boa constrictor, baboon, mandrill, and proboscis monkey," Donnie interjects.

"Thank you, Brainiac Unlimited™ for that one."

Mikey nods again, seemingly unfazed for the most part. Leo wonders if he's still processing it all, or knew the information beforehand, or... maybe just doesn't care? He mentioned doing lots of tests at the labs, so he probably already figured he had multiple creatures' genetics inside of him now.

"Well, Donnie left out one crucial piece of info..." Leo mentions.

"Leo, I still don't think it's a good idea," Raph murmurs.

"We want him to be honest with us, we need to be honest with him. He has to know."

"Know what?" Mikey asks curiously.

"Leo is referring to how your DNA was primarily mutated with Krang," Donnie blurts before Raph can intervene.

The four are silent as Mikey processes.

"...So?"

"The Krang still don't mean anything to you?" Raph asks. "Not ringing any bells?"

Mikey thinks.

"You said something about Krang at the junkyard," he recalls. "And Casey mentioned them a little. The lab people talked about them, too. But I don't really know what they are..."

"They're aliens," Leo explains. "They're very dangerous aliens. They tried to invade Earth several months ago, but we fought them."

Mikey's eyes widen.

"Am... am I an alien?"

"Part alien," Donnie clarifies. "But we still consider you 100% Mikey."

"Dangerous aliens... you fought them... I-I remembered Leo said --"

Mikey pauses, eyes bulging and breath quickening as the realization hits him like a train.

"Prison Dimension. Did... was that because of the Krang? Of me??"

"No!" Leo says, unintentionally shouting as he grabs Mikey by the arm. "No, no! That was not you! You didn't do that, the Krang... the Krang didn't even do that, actually, it was --"

Leo sighs.

"...It was my choice. The Prison Dimension was made to hold the Krang inside, but they got free because of me. My stupid ego and my dumb mistakes. A-and... the only way to... I had to do something, and there wasn't any time to think of a better solution, and so... so I...."

"You portaled yourself and the Krang into the Prison Dimension and had Casey trap you both inside," Raph finishes.

"Yeah," Leo says, swallowing as he shakes. "That."

Mikey stares at Leo, eyes popping out of his head. He'd mentioned the Prison Dimension, he'd shows his aversion to it, and Mikey had even remembered scenes where he and his family dealt with the aftermath of it all. But... he didn't expect this. He didn't expect it to be because of monsters.

"...How did Leo get out?"

"You did that, actually," Leo chuckles. "With your ninpo."

"Mikey did that?" he echoes, looking around for someone to deny it. "With the ninpo?"

"Yep. Your mystic powers were growing, and Casey told us that you became the most powerful master of magic in the future! You didn't let that tidbit go, and you kept trying to make magic portals the whole time we fought, even though our mystic abilities were nullified by... the...Krang..."

Leo's voice trails off. The four exchange glances.

"The Krang had some kind of supersonic screech that deactivated our ninpo. Could it be that..."

"Is that why I can't do the ninpo anymore?" Mikey asks. "Because I'm... Krang?"

"I-I don't know, but it's a theory," Donnie suggests. "We'll talk to Draxum and Papa about it. We'll figure it out."

Mikey pauses, looking down at his hands. his claws.

"The Krang are evil... right?"

They don't answer, but their silence speaks volumes. Mikey looks up at them, trying to meet their eyes.

"Do... do you hate me because I'm Krang now?"

This is why I said it was a bad idea to tell him.

He deserves to know! And it might be tough, but --

"You dum-dums do know you're not talking and it's making Michael uncomfortable, right?" Donnie scolds, cradling Mikey a little closer.

"Oh!" Leo snaps back. "No! No, Mikey, no, of course not! Look, we were kind of nervous about the Krang DNA, but only because we weren't sure how you'd deal with the news."

"And I was concerned about the ramifications of modifying mutant DNA with alien genetics, but yes. Emotional stability was in question," Donnie adds.

"But you are not a monster just because you have alien DNA now. You're still our Michelangelo, and we still love you."

"...You love me now...."

Mikey remembered the conversation he and Leo had the other day, and how Leo had said he'd love him if you were a worm, or a regular turtle, and if he were a monster. Leo finished his little declaration by saying 'I love you now', and Mikey had found the wording strange. Not anymore, now he understood what Leo meant. He's a monster now.

And Leo loves him now, just as always.

Mikey cannot understand this. But he accepts it for the moment, resting his head against his brothers and just… stays here. Trying to understand why they don't hate him, why they keep trying to convince him he's not a monster when the evidence is starting to stack up against him.

But Mikey just accepts it. He'll understand it later.

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The scientists have been very interested in Mikey's control of the human covered in pink parasites. They've been doing a lot of tests and examinations.

He's not required to move or do anything. He sits and lets them do what they want. They look him over, poke and prod him, lift his scales and scutes and quills. A doctor shines a light in his eyes, giving Mikey a headache. Another pricks him with a needle and syringe. They take his blood again. They take a skin sample again. They take a saliva sample again. They do everything three times over, again and again and again.

Mikey feels numb.

His mind wanders, helping him escape this room and find some semblance of serenity as he waits for these tests and exams to be done. He's so bored and tired. But compared to everything else they make him do here, this isn't so bad.

Mikey's attention comes back to him when he hears someone talking loudly by him. He flinches, thinking that he's being scolded or ordered to do something, but no. It's just Dr. Timothy getting enthusiastic over his mutations.

"I just can't believe it! The creature can control the zombies!"

"This is unprecedented. And I'm quite surprised, I've never seen Dr. Chaplin so intrigued and... dare I say?" Dr. Finn pauses. "Excited."

"This little abomination could hold the key to ending the Krang infections once and for all!" Dr. Timothy celebrates.

"But why stop there?" A third voice adds.

Mikey flinches again and cowers softly as Dr. Chaplin walks in and joins the conversation.

"This little mutant monster shows a higher success rate than any creature the TCRI has ever cooked up before. And it takes orders so well," he says with a sickening smile.

Dr. Chaplin reaches down and grabs Mikey's face, squeezing his thin cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at him.

"Despite its age and emaciated figure, the little beastie has unprecedented strength and fighting ability. Just what we've been looking for. I do think our tests are nearly complete."

"Complete, sir?" Dr. Finn asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He's shown excellence in everything thus far. Problem-solving, keen instincts, agility… I think it's time we move onto the next phase of our studies. The A.L.P.H.A. device is ready for testing, put him in the Interaction Room when you're done. Depending on how it goes, we may be able to move on to..."

Mikey zones out again. He's tired of this. He doesn't like being handled or tested or talked about like he's an 'it'. He's a Mikey! Whatever that is…

Mikey feels heaviness around his throat, followed by a yank. The collar and lead were placed on his neck while he wasn't paying attention. He's dragged back to the Interaction room for the test with this strange new 'A.L.P.H.A. Device'...

.

.

.

Mikey can't sleep. He keeps thinking about what happened earlier that day.

He can't shake the feeling that... something is wrong. He's missing something. His brothers love him, despite knowing that he doesn't remember them. They support him, despite knowing that he may never fully be Mikey again. But... why does he feel so distant? Why is he still so scared to be around them, but so much more scared to be without them?

In the labs, he never knew why he wanted his brothers. He never even knew they were brothers, they were more so figments of imagination, a distant mirage that he could almost touch. They were shadows. And now they're real.

So why can't he accept them? Why can't he accept that he's one of them?

Because you're a monster. KRANG, Instinct whispers. You are a KRANG. It is what I am, what YOU are. What WE have become.

...Are Krang monsters?

To the weak, yes. The weak always view the strong as monsters.

So Mikey really is a monster?

Did you doubt this? Instinct questions.

Mikey hoped...

HOPE IS A FOOL'S WEAPON, Instinct scolds. YOU CANNOT SURVIVE ON HOPE. ONLY STRENGTH AND FORCE. THE KRANG ARE STRONG. THE KRANG SURVIVE. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY AND YOU WILL LIVE.

Even if it makes Mikey a monster?

Does it matter?

Mikey doesn't know anymore... h-he wants to believe it does, he wants to believe he's not what Instinct says he is, he wants to believe that he is their Mikey!

Even if you were once "their Mikey", it hardly matters now. You are simply an amalgamation creature made to serve a purpose. The humans created you to be a monster. Too bad they couldn’t remove the ALL THE MIKEY FROM YOU.

Mikey throws the pillow over his face and screams into it. Stop talking, Instinct!

You know it is true. And your "brothers" confirmed it for you. Even THEY KNEW you were a monster. Why do you continue to fight this truth?

"Because I'm not a monster!" Mikey whisper-shouts, sitting upright and flinging the pillow into the wall. "I'm not! They said I'm not!"

You DO know what a lie is, don't you?

"But... but Mikey trusts Leo--"

Why? Haven't you learned by now? I thought you would have known better. The labs taught you nothing.

"Shut up!" Mikey shouts.

Weak, pathetic, useless, coward --

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Mikey screams, hot and angry tears running down his face.

Mikey tears his bed apart, shredding the blanket and ripping the extra pillows to pieces. He growls loudly, looking for something else to attack in lue of Instinct. He punches the mattress, his tail whips the wall and gashes the wallpaper, he grabs one of the lamps on the nightstand table and chucks it, pieces shattering and the lampshade flying off from the impact. In the flickering light from the dying lamp, Mikey sees something move in the corner. He runs and confronts it --

It's his own reflection in the mirror. Teeth snarled and fangs elongated, his claws extended, his quills raised and his tail spiked. His eyes burn brightly and the irises are nothing more than thin blood-red slits.

Mikey jerks back suddenly, terrified of his own image. His pupils and irises return to normal slowly…

You see? Nothing more than a monster. Accept it.

Mikey screams in anger and punches the mirror as hard as he can. The glass shatters instantly and his knuckles bleed.

The door swings open and nearly smacks into Mikey's back.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Raph asks in a panic, scanning the trashed room before he sees Mikey, shying away with embarrassment.

Raph calms, then panics again when he sees the blood and glass.

"Sorry," Mikey squeaks. "I got... I was mad, I..."

"Leo and I heard yelling and thought --"

"It was just me, sorry. I didn't realise I was being so loud... Instinct was making me mad."

"The voice in your head?" Raph clarifies.

Mikey nods.

"Humph. Well, I don't like this voice bullying my little brother. Come on, Mikey, let's get you cleaned up."

Raph hoists Mikey up and carries him to the bathroom. Mikey perches atop his shoulders again, tail wrapping around and hanging lazily over his shell.

"So, what was Instinct saying?" Raph asks.

"Um... just the usual stuff."

"Which is?"

Mikey's fingers curl nervously.

"Just... stuff about... fitting in, I guess."

Raph places a hand on Mikey's head and rubs circles onto his skin.

"I'm sorry about that..." he sighs. "I'm sorry about a lot of things..."h

Inside the bathroom, Raph sets Mikey down on the toilet seat and grabs the supplies he needs -- disinfectant, bandages, some swabs, cream, etc. Mikey holds his paw out for Raph to inspect.

Mikey is actually surprised by the gentleness of his big brother. Raphael's huge, strong hands are slow, soft, delicate; carefully pulling any remnants of glass out with a pair of fine tweezers. Mikey winces initially, but stays still otherwise. This is starting to remind him of the labs... he zones out as Raph tends to his cuts.

"...Mikey? Mikey," he hears.

Mikey blinks back to reality. His hand is bandaged.

"Oh, hi Raph," he murmurs. "Thanks."

"No problem, that's what big brothers do. Now, can you tell me why you punched the mirror?"

"I was trying to punch Instinct..."

"So, because you couldn't punch a voice in your head, you punched a reflection of yourself?" Raph surmises. "Makes sense."

"I know it sounds stupid..."

"Not really," Raph shrugs. "I used to do the same thing."

Mikey looks up and slowly recalls moments from his childhood where Raph would get so frustrated that he'd obliterate things with a single punch. Walking into bathrooms where the mirror had been cracked and taped over in a feeble attempt to fix it or cover it up.

"...Really?"

"Oh yeah," Raph says with a nod as he leans against the wall. "Raph had a hard time not listening to intrusive thoughts, and they make him really angry. I used to get so mad after Savage Raph would attack you guys. Do you remember Savage Raph?"

Mikey does, actually. Flickering images of his biggest brother growling, his eyes whited over and his teeth bared. Barbecuing villains in a sewer tunnel, attacking his brothers, calling them 'sewer monsters'.

"...Yes, Mikey -- I remember." Mikey looks up hopefully at him. "How did you stop it?"

"I can't say I've stopped it," Raph admits. "I still have moments when I almost lose control, times when my thoughts start to turn against me. But I've learned how to fight against those thoughts, take them captive before they take me captive."

"Why can't I do that?" Mikey asks.

"You can, though!" Raph assures him brightly. "Mikey, you're the one who taught me how to do that!"

"Mikey did that?"

"Yeah, bud!"

"But... I can't remember, I don't know..." Mikey pauses to think, before looking up hopefully at Raph. "Will you teach me again?"

Raphael smiles and cups Mikey's cheek.

"Absolutely. That's what brothers do."

He's not your brother anymore.

"Shut up!" Mikey growls, squeezing his eyes closed, and pressing his knuckles against his temples.

He feels Raph lift his face up. He gently opens his eyes and looks at Raph's concerned expression.

"What did Instinct say?"

"...That we're not brothers..."

"Well, that's 100% a lie," Raph says. "So just tell him that."

"But he'll fight back --"

"Then you fight back, too!" Raph encourages. "Say it out loud. Tell him he's wrong."

Mikey swallows and feels a little embarrassed, but he follows.

"Y-you're wrong."

No.

"Now tell him he's a liar."

Mikey fidgets.

"You're a liar."

What are you -- why are you listening to him? He doesn't know what he's talking about --

"Tell him you won't listen to him anymore."

I'M THE ONE WHO KEPT YOU ALIVE!

"But Instinct --"

"No, Mikey. You can't listen to him anymore. He's not helping you, he's not doing anything for you. He only wants to confuse you and hurt you. So what do we do with things that lie and hurt?"

"...We get rid of them?"

"Exactly. So tell him he's not welcome anymore."

NO!

"You're not welcome anymore, Instinct."

DO YOU REALIZE HOW STUPID YOU SOUND?! DO YOU KNOW HOW RIDICULOUS --

"And every time he tries to talk again, every time he tries to lie or make you feel bad, you ignore him. Confront him. He only tells you lies, so you can always defeat him."

Mikey nods, determination bubbling up inside of him.

"Instinct isn't welcome," he annouces.

Stop this.

"Louder!" Raph encourages.

You fool --

"Instinct isn't welcome!"

YOU CAN'T --

"Even louder, buddy!" Raph shouts.

YOU WRETCHED LITTLE --

"INSTINCT IS NOT WELCOME! MIKEY IS NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO INSTINCT ANYMORE!!"

It's quiet.

"...I... I think I did it," Mikey heaves. "I think I... I think he's gone! I can't hear him!"

Raph cheers with Mikey, and pulls him into a bear hug.

"I knew you could do it! And if he ever tries to weasel his way back in, just tell him off and tell him what for! And remember, he'll only tell you lies to make you feel bad. But they are NEVER true. And you can use that against him."

Mikey squeezes Raph around the neck as he laughs. He feels... free. A strange kind of freedom, one he hasn't felt even after leaving the labs.

It feels good.

"So... now what?" Mikey asks.

"Now we go to bed," Raph yawns, prompting another laugh from Michelangelo. "Though, your room is kinda trashed now, so you probably shouldn't sleep in there..."

"Turtle pile?" Mikey suggests, going into puppy-eyes mode.

"Absolutely," Raph nods, hoisting Mikey back onto his shoulders and taking him out and into their brothers' bedrooms to get them all together again.

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[the-sun-station]

phone fuckin exploded tonight but we're surviving with the power of usb debugging tools baybee

thank god I have a program that mirrors my phone screen to my PC so I can remotely enable file sharing on this fucking thing and save all of my media on it

[redbo-and-simbo]

redbo what kinda things do your cool goggles do? you mentioned them a while ago and im intrigued :) did you make them?

Good question, Anon. I actually have both a visor and a pair of goggles that I keep on my person at all times. And yes, I've made every piece of complex technology in this place.

The goggles aid in repairs. They can pick up on broken and faulty parts far quicker than I ever could on my own, and I've programmed them to give me a list of the exact tools and replacement parts I need for any given job. I can also use them to scan through any code and debug it. Additionally, they have built-in earpieces I can wear when I want to listen to music on the job. That's how I've been listening to the suggestions you Viewers send in.

The visor is essentially a HUD for all the inner workings in this facility. It's connected to the PC in my room. Most of the time, I use it to find what rooms are in need of repairs (assuming the workers actually reported any malfunctions). But I can also use it to access my files remotely, check cameras, and access my inbox here. I'm usually wearing them, but the red tint starts hurting my eyes after a while (akin to playing a Virtual Boy for too long), so occasionally I have to take breaks from wearing them.

I have some other gadgets I keep on my belt for repairs. Measuring tape that stores measurements into a temporary cache, a fully portable soldering iron, the works. And I have some functional jewelry, but I really only use my watch (primarily for sending verbal announcements or messages to workers) and a ring that has a blade built into it (for cutting open boxes in storage).

I know that's all a lot, but I figured I would share regardless.

[chattercap]

Current Project Roadmap (September 2024)

As we enter the last part of the year, I figure that it would be a good time to do a quick rundown of all the projects that I'm currently working on!

First, regarding my previous announcement about removing animations, after receiving some feedback I've decided to go ahead with removing them, to give me a bit more flexibility in terms of asset creation and enable me to release Android builds. However, for the games that I've already released, I'll be retaining versions with the animations (so - Karamu, Kanau, and MindMindMind), except for The Deepwater Witch - since I only released a demo, and it would be awkward if half of it was animated and half of it wasn't LOL

Project: The Perfect Woman Key words: Psychological horror, literally the only thing that I've made that isn't a romance, this project has been stuck at 99% for the past three weeks

Current progress: The game is basically complete, and I just need to finish debugging some of the saving and loading. I basically ended up using this project as a playground for testing some new systems, so it took longer than expected LOL I'm going to take some time to document all of my changes before I focus on polishing it up. Expecting to release on September 13th.

Project: Karamu Trilogy Key words: Romance, horror, emotionally needy ex-boyfriends, blackmail and possessive behavior is okay if you have shared trauma, yandere love interest (who unfortunately becomes a better person, I apologize)

Project details: One love interest (M), established protagonist (F).

Current progress: The script for the final part is 100% complete, at 65k words (over double the length of Karamu and Kanau combined! Haha!) It has been revised and passed along to the voice actors. I'm also collaborating with some very kind translators to release a French translation of Karamu and Kanau and a Russian translation of Karamu.

Project: The Deepwater Witch Key words: Romance, surreal, post-apocalyptic, twisted fairy tale, grumpy practically homeless man x mute sunshine mermaid, Ramil is my BEST pathetic man and I stand by this

Project details: One love interest (F), established protagonist (M).

Current progress: The script is 100% complete, and I have a few CGs left to do.

Project: Actala: The Hero's Shadow Key words: Romance, fantasy, mystery, childhood friend romance with a good dosage of additional Eldritch horror, basically every tag that I could add for this would be a massive spoiler what do I do

Project details: Five love interests (M), established protagonist (F).

Current progress: The updated demo is about 50% complete, and I've been working slowly on the remaining CGs and sprites.

🌹Code Name: You Just Want to Plant Flowers but Your Yandere Knight Traps You in a Tower, Toxic GF Edition❄️

Key words: Romance, twisted fairy tale, hero-to-villain love interest, friends/lovers-to-enemies arc, GF that can either princess carry you or rip your head off, tragedy, yandere love interest

Project details: One love interest (F), customizable protagonist.

Summary: You're the heir to the royal family, but you've been kidnapped and trapped in a tower by one of the kingdom's strongest knights, who used to be your best friend. Although the kingdom sends knights to rescue you, she cuts them all down without mercy. Why is she doing this? How can you escape? And the question is… do you want to?

Current progress: The project is fully outlined, and writing is in progress. The logo is complete!

🔪Code Name: I'm Trapped on an Island With My Husband, Who Is Probably Going to Divorce Me or Stab Me🦑

Key words: Romance, psychological horror, marriage drama, tragedy, yandere love interest

Project details: One love interest (M), customizable protagonist.

Summary: Following a horrible family tragedy, you've retreated to a remote island with your loving husband. However, things aren't going well for your marriage. After a horrible fight, you wake up to find that your husband is… different. Kinder. More understanding. At first, you're happy, but he's also acting a bit strangely. You start to wonder… is this the man that you married?

Current progress: The project is fully outlined, and writing is in progress. The logo has been commissioned.

🌶️Code Name: I Got Isekaied into a Smutty AU Where My Demon Boyfriend Blackmails Me into Marriage!🕸️

Key words: Romance, smut, historical, revenge, murder spouses, blood makes everything sexier apparently, yandere love interest

Project details: This is a NSFW spinoff of one of my previous projects, Karamu, featuring the same characters and similar themes in a historical Japanese setting, with more sex and more murder! One love interest (M), established protagonist (F).

Summary: Every three days, a body appears in the harbor, surrounded by red flowers and covered in golden threads, its heart torn out of its chest. People say that it's the work of a demon. After her best friend is beaten half to death by her husband, Nelli decides to do anything to save her - even if it means making a deal with that very same demon.

Current progress: The project is fully outlined, and writing is in progress. Once I decide on a title, I'll commission a logo!

Additional note: Since this is a NSFW project, I'm not comfortable with making it freely accessible. As a result, I'll be paywalling at least the NSFW portion (depending on how integral the NSFW is to the plot, I'll either release this as free with NSFW DLC or a free demo + paid full game).

I'll be focusing on finishing up The Perfect Woman during the first half of September! After that I plan to release demoes (hopefully) for both the knight gf game and the husband-traps-you-on-an-island game sometime in December.

Other than that, I would be curious if anyone has projects that they're looking forward to! 🤔 I've basically been working on projects as I like, but if there are any projects that you're interested in particular, let me know and I'll try to prioritize accordingly! 🙇 If not I'll try to divide my time so that I make decent progress on all of them, prioritizing my announced projects.

Thank you to everyone who's following along with my work 😊

Chattercap

[passionesolja]

Okay, I’ve started beefing with AI again, so I got some shit to get off my chest. AI bros invading creative spaces and not understanding etiquette and social rules is a huge defining factor as to why there’s friction. A lot of these AI bros think that because a machine did it, that it negates the use of plagiarism. And if you’ve ever been in any creative space for more than a week, you know how much beef is caused by people stealing other people’s work.

“Oh well the machines are advancing, technology is advancing” mf my labor, energy, and concepts are not going to be sacrificed on the alter of your bullshit robots. Dawg, you wrote “make me a fantasy book about ogres” and that robot scoured the internet until it found SOMEONE ELSE’s years of hard work, effort, and time—months and years that they’ll never get back— and repurposed it shoddily for you. Bastardized it completely without any of the thought and nuance of the person who wrote it. You don’t even know who originally wrote what that AI generated because it doesn’t credit them.

These AI bros are selfish and lazy. Like ofc your slothful ass don’t care that the genetic anime girl you AI generated only has 3 fingers, because you don’t have one sense of pride or self worth wrapped up in this. You’re not putting yourself out there when you post AI generated art, you don’t have nothing to prove. You’re not opening yourself to being seen as complete trash and cringe whenever you show the world your art. You don’t even have the disappointment of nobody caring after you poured your heart into a project for years, months, weeks, days, or hours.

Hell, you didn’t even create the AI you’re using so you didn’t learn anything new about coding, or toil with debugging and brick walls. You’re a leech who’s too lazy to produce anything but wants the fruits given to those who truly do make shit.

AI art and writing lacks the humanity and risk of creation. It’s far removed from what makes art art. It removes the AI bro from even making something of their own. Like if somebody self-made their AI and had it for personal use only, it’d still be scummy and stealing but at least they busted their ass and created something that complex. At least the person spent time and effort creating something. Like AI isn’t easy to code, it takes effort just like art does

These AI bros are leeches. They don’t create the software the use, or the art they steal.

Because how can you—somebody who can’t draw, can’t code, isn’t a team member of the AI dev team—“push technology forward”? You’re not doing anything to advance anything, you’re a parasite who merely acts as a tester for software but you don’t implement the changes and do the work of actually translating metadata into the code.

Do not let these people lie to you, or themselves, they’re doing anything remotely productive by stealing peoples’ art and writing.

[digitaldetoxworld]

Web to Mobile: Building Seamless Apps with .NET"

 .NET is a effective, flexible, and open-supply developer platform created with the aid of Microsoft. It enables the creation of a huge range of applications—from computing device to cellular, net, cloud, gaming, and IoT. Over the years, .NET has evolved substantially and has become one of the maximum extensively used frameworks inside the software improvement enterprise.

Dot Net Programming Language

A Brief History of .NET

The .NET Framework become first delivered through Microsoft in the early 2000s. The original cause turned into to offer a steady item-oriented programming surroundings regardless of whether code became stored and finished locally, remotely, or via the internet.

Over time, Microsoft developed .NET right into a cross-platform, open-supply framework. In 2016, Microsoft launched .NET Core, a modular, high-performance, cross-platform implementation of .NET. In 2020, the company unified all its .NET technologies beneath one umbrella with the discharge of .NET five, and later persisted with .NET 6, .NET 7, and past.

Today, the unified platform is actually called .NET, and it allows builders to build apps for Windows, macOS, Linux, iOS, Android, and greater using a single codebase.

Key Features of .NET

1. Cross-Platform Development

One of the maximum tremendous features of present day .NET (publish .NET Core) is its ability to run on a couple of platforms. Developers can construct and deploy apps on Windows, Linux, and macOS with out enhancing their codebases.

2. Multiple Language Support

.NET supports numerous programming languages, together with:

C# – the maximum extensively used language in .NET development

F# – a purposeful-first programming language

Visual Basic – an smooth-to-analyze language, regularly used in legacy programs

This multilingual capability allows developers to pick out the nice language for their precise use cases.

3. Extensive Library and Framework Support

.NET offers a comprehensive base magnificence library (BCL) and framework libraries that aid the whole lot from record studying/writing to XML manipulation, statistics get entry to, cryptography, and extra.

Four. ASP.NET for Web Development

ASP.NET is a part of the .NET platform specially designed for net improvement. ASP.NET Core, the cross-platform model, permits builders to build scalable internet APIs, dynamic web sites, and actual-time packages the usage of technology like SignalR.

5. Rich Development Environment

.NET integrates seamlessly with Visual Studio, one of the most function-wealthy integrated development environments (IDEs) available. Visual Studio offers capabilities together with IntelliSense, debugging tools, challenge templates, and code refactoring.

6. Performance and Scalability

.NET is thought for high performance and scalability, especially with its guide for asynchronous programming using async/wait for and its Just-In-Time (JIT) compilation.

7. Secure and Reliable

.NET presents sturdy safety features, including code get entry to security, role-based protection, and cryptography training. It also handles reminiscence management thru rubbish series, minimizing reminiscence leaks.

Common Applications Built with .NET

1. Web Applications

With ASP.NET Core, builders can create cutting-edge, scalable internet programs and RESTful APIs. Razor Pages and Blazor are technology within ASP.NET Core that help server-facet and purchaser-facet rendering.

2. Desktop Applications

Using Windows Forms or Windows Presentation Foundation (WPF), builders can build conventional computing device applications. .NET MAUI (Multi-platform App UI) now extends this functionality to move-platform computer and cellular programs.

3. Mobile Applications

Through Xamarin (now incorporated into .NET MAUI), developers can create native mobile applications for Android and iOS the usage of C#.

4. Cloud-Based Applications

.NET is nicely-acceptable for cloud development, in particular with Microsoft Azure. Developers can build cloud-local apps, serverless capabilities, and containerized microservices the usage of Docker and Kubernetes.

5. IoT Applications

.NET helps Internet of Things (IoT) development, allowing builders to construct applications that engage with sensors and gadgets.

6. Games

With the Unity sport engine, which helps C#, developers can use .NET languages to create 2D, three-D, AR, and VR games.

Components of .NET

1. .NET SDK

The Software Development Kit includes everything had to build and run .NET packages: compilers, libraries, and command-line tools.

2. CLR (Common Language Runtime)

It handles reminiscence control, exception managing, and rubbish collection.

Three. BCL (Base Class Library)

The BCL offers center functionalities including collections, record I/O, records kinds, and extra.

4. NuGet

NuGet is the package manager for .NET. It lets in builders to install, manage, and share libraries without problems.

Modern .NET Versions

.NET five (2020): Unified the .NET platform (Core + Framework)

.NET 7 (2022): Further overall performance enhancements and more desirable APIs

.NET 8 (2023): Continued attention on cloud-native, cellular, and web improvement

Advantages of Using .NET

Cross-platform assist – construct as soon as, run everywhere

Large developer network – widespread sources, libraries, and frameworks

Robust tooling – especially with Visual Studio and JetBrains Rider

Active improvement – backed by using Microsoft and open-source community

Challenges and Considerations

Learning curve – particularly for beginners due to its giant atmosphere

Legacy framework – older .NET Framework tasks aren't like minded with .NET Core or more recent variations without migration

Platform differences – sure APIs or libraries might also behave in a different way throughout operating systems

Getting Started with .NET

To begin growing with .NET:

Install the .NET SDK from the legitimate .NET internet site.

Create a new project: Use the dotnet new command or Visual Studio templates.

Write code: Develop your logic the usage of C#, F#, or VB.NET.

[acemmetry]

A Poor Man's Dilemma / An AdBlock A Day

(Available here!)

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To put it lightly, Spamton had not been happy about their arrival. Whether that was because they were an Addison or because he was still hallucinating was up for debate.

  He began spewing garbled static (likely an affect of the AdBlock that their ears had to suffer for, ouch) the instant Targeton drew near. When they tried to get closer, he put up a kicking, biting, one-armed-scratching fight. It had taken a solid hit to their eye & a kick that nearly knocked their teeth out before they were able to sedate him (they were going to be so bruised later). Only a couple of seconds were spared in catching their breath and ensuring their patient was 100% in sleep mode before they got to work.

  The Tasque Manager had worded it far too gently; Spamton's code was honest to God fucked.

  Their only job was to remove the AdBlock. That was all they were hired to do, and they had finished with expert efficiency. Amongst his clusterfuck of programming, the AdBlock had been easy to spot, seeing as it the only stable patch of code to be distinguished, so their job hadn't even been that hard. Despite this, there was... well, it was best described as a... but see, there wasn't even a reason to... well...

  Their job felt incomplete.

  Which didn't make any sense! They had done as required! They could leave with a hefty paycheck and never have to think about the resident of this room again!

  ...And yet, there was this something, an annoying something, telling them there was more they could do. The AdBlock was installed because of a vocal glitch, right? Well, their brain was telling them to fix that glitch -- fix it, and eliminate the possibility of a mistake like this being made again. The problem was, not only was that unpaid overtime, but it was also outside their area. What a stupid thing to have, consciences.

  So anyway, that was how they spent the next half-hour or so meticulously sorting through his programming to find the root of the glitch; just sorting through it! Their coding ability was limited to installing and uninstalling programs -- they were an AdBlock salesman, for crying out loud! -- and while they were well-versed in the ins and outs of Addison programming, they were otherwise sorely out of their element.

  On many occasions did they find themself biting down a scream of frustration as they inspected line after line of code for anything that could remotely be connected to the problem. That urge only became harder to fight when they found what they were looking for, and it became evidently clear that decoding the bug (because that's what it turned out to be, of fucking course) was going to be exponentially harder than just finding it. Where could they begin?! Could they begin?! Were they even qualified to begin?! One wrong move in trying to remove this thing, and they could very well end up removing something else -- something much more vital -- alongside it, like the function to breathe, or something.

  Another half-hour was spent pondering how next to proceed. For a minute, they had to step out of the room to request a glass of water from the Swatchling standing at the door, and then it was right back to business. They groaned. They agonized. They looked up a debugging tutorial on some Wiki site, then on a video sharing platform, committing the information to memory. With that done, they then agonized some more before deciding, 'fuck it' . With a crack of their neck and a steadying sigh, they spared one last look at the disgraced salesman's face before diving into their task.

  They were really going to have their work cut out for them.

    His mouth tasted like morning breath; observing as such told him he was awake.

  Wonderful.

  He felt as though his insides had been scooped out, sent tumbling through ongoing traffic, scraped off the pavement, and then shoved back inside of him. He was tired, he was sore, and he was really quite certain that he would rather die than go through... whatever it is he'd gone through... again. Granted, he only remembered snippets, but it was enough to determine that a tasque eating him alive would have been a much more pleasant experience.

  Spamton groans, and then nearly jumps out of his skin when a voice near him says, "Good evening." He tries rolling away from the speaker only to find that, in doing so, he's cocooned himself inside his blanket. The stranger no doubt finds this amusing. "Oh my God," they say in lieu of laughter, voice flat and tired. "I only said 'good evening'." Spamton claws and kicks his way out of his entanglement to get a look at his trespasser, made harder by the fact that he only had one arm. He’d forgotten about that.

  Freeing himself from the blanket, he comes face to face with an Addison, sitting at his bedside.

  Before he can help it, a censored expletive slips past his lips as he lunges forward to bite the glow-y orange bastard’s nose off. Said bastard pushes away from the bed with an indignant cry of alarm, chair scraping, before the hit can connect. Tense silence settles in the space between the two, broken up only with heavy breathing from either side. 

  "Ge-get out," Spamton snaps after a beat. "Get the f[***] out. I do-don't like you, I donn't l-like any of you. Get out."

  "How professional," the Addison replies, face blank. Its voice maintains the same monotone as before. "It's refreshing to see a grown adult acting like a child."

  Spamton ignores the quip. "God, you-you people just love p-p-popping out of nnnowhere and f-f[**]king with people, don't you?" Is that his voice? Is that what he sounds like? "I hhhate you, a-all of you. You h-havve fffive seconds before I-I-I sssummon a Swwatchling to k-kick your a[**] to the curb." There's an ugly feeling like a worm writhing about in his chest. He sounds ridiculous! The more he tries to force back the stammering, the worse it gets. What did this bumbrained fuckface do to him?

  "I was hired to safely remove the AdBlock your 'landlords' so erroneously installed into you, so good luck. If they had done their research, I wouldn't even be here, so blame them. Addison or not, AdBlocks-"

  "I amm n-not an Addissson," Spamton hisses, hatred prickling under his skin. He had never been an Addison, no matter what his coding said. He was a prototype, designed not for success, but to model its image. To call him an Addison would be a mockery to his life's work. You don't see him lying about his services, now do you? Certainly not like an Addison would, where they advertise an AdBlock removal and you get a fucked up speech feature instead, because seriously, HOW IN THE HOPPING HELL DO YOU MANAGE THAT?!

  "No, you're not; you're just a bitter a[**]hole." It was said casually, matter-of-factly, as though there hadn't been an interruption.. "One whose health was endangered because your employers were careless. Please, forgive me for rectifying their mistake and ensuring it was never made again."

  Spamton opens his mouth to argue -- Care? You never cared when I was thrown out onto the streets. You Addisons don't have a string of care in your bodies! -- before he processes what was said. He pauses, blinks, then clicks his mouth shut, scowling. So, what, the bumbling salesman before him had actually fixed his voice? This is what he sounded like without adverts forcing their way up his throat and crowding his speech? There was no way he actually sounded like this, was there? He was- he sounded ridiculous! A bumbling fool! He couldn't... there was no way he... was this his voice?

  It was utterly hateful how he had no room to complain when the work the Addison done had been a tremendous help. Gag. Obviously, it was going to want something in return. He could read between the lines; he knew that being hired to remove an AdBlock did not necessitate removing a glitch as well. 

  The Addison hums as if affirming something for itself. Spamton seethes. "Wh-what do you wwwant?" He grits out, because it absolutely had not done this out of the kindness of its heart. Addisons didn't have hearts to pull kindness out of.

  Its eyes narrow at the question, and a smidge of exhaustion makes itself apparent on its face. The corner of its lip twitches, but it says nothing, only looking at him blankly. As the quiet grows, so too does Spamton's unease, and he's about to start demanding for an answer when its pants pocket buzzes. The Addison pulls out its phone, ignoring him, and Spamton is left to silently fume as he waits for the fucker to turn its attention back to more pressing matters (e.g. this entire fucking interaction).

  After a few moments of pondering its screen, the Addison's eyes flick up to him, back down to its phone, and then back to him. It sighs, turning off its phone and sliding it back into its pocket, before leaning forward to rest its elbows on its knees with its hands clasped beneath its chin. It fixes him with a steely glare, Spamton fighting the urge to shrink back, and asks, in a voice that could just barely be described as light, "Do you remember Auctionelle?"

  'God, I got the proportions all wrong, my client is going to sue me!'

  Spamton shivers out of the memory, then clenches his jaw. This was another Addison trick: catch the victim off guard with some nonsense that serves to distract from the fine print. "What do you want?" He enunciates darkly, teeth grit, resisting the slimy salesman's scheme. The eye contact between the two has turned into a battle of wills -- Spamton sports a murderous glare, which his opposition meets with cold scrutiny. A moment is spent in strained, hateful silence, before his opponent pulls out a tabbook, looking away. Smug satisfaction swells in Spamton's chest, which he may or may not show off with the smallest smile. His victory is short-lived, however, as it means his adversary has deigned to finally calculate his check. He's about to find out the cost he won at.

  It only takes a moment of typing and swiping before the Addison is separating a tab from the digital ledger and passing it off to Spamton. Scoffing, he tugs the check out of its hand and into his lap for thorough scanning. The bastard's picture stares at him from the corner of the hologram , albeit a bit more round-faced and smiley -- an old photo, then --, and in the center, contact information. The name on top reads 'Auctionelle, OModel_012'.

  He blinks. Tries to scroll through the tab; there's nowhere to scroll. Huffs. This isn't a check, he thinks. "Thi-this is a b-business card." It almost comes off as a question.

  The Addison seems oblivious to his confusion. "It's my cousin's," it responds, calmly tucking its tabbook back into its inventory. "She was one of your associates way back when. I want you to call her when you can."

  "Are-aren't you g-going to chharge me?" He blurts out before he can help it. He may have just reminded it had it forgotten, like a teacher's pet waiting for homework. Idiot.

  "Why would I charge you? You didn't hire my services." It stands as it says this, dusting wrinkles off its shirt.

  "I-"

  "The Tasque Manager hired me for this particular endeavor. Now that I'm done, I am entitled to collect a paycheck. Excuse me." It walks to the door to knock a finger thrice upon its surface. Seconds later, the door opens to reveal a Swatchling, who must have been standing in wait just outside. Addison and Swatchling alike share a curt nod, and then the Swatchling is stepping aside to make room for the Addison to pass. There is a brief moment when the Swatchling glances at Spamton in trepidation, and then the two are gone, the door clicking shut behind them. Silence settles in the room.

  Spamton is once again alone.

Spamton is skulking about in the kitchen.

  He's gathering ingredients -- for what, it doesn't know -- and dashing out of sight whenever a member of staff gets too close to him. No one is paying him any real mind, though -- no one present has instructions to ensure he keeps to his room, so they just ignore him and go about their business. It's likely the higher ups don't know he's out and about even though he's supposed to be on bedrest, otherwise it would be a whole other story in here. Silent condolences are spared for whoever was assigned his handler.

  Iris watches his antics from the corner of its eye as it finishes up with the dishes. Another Swatchling walks by to deposit a tray of dirty tableware, and Iris nods to it in acknowledgement; it's in that moment that it loses track of Spamton.

  Wait, no, there he is. He's climbing out of the tupperware cabinet with a big plastic bowl, his ingredients stashed inside. He’s remarkably capable for only having one arm.

  The glimpses of Spamton that Iris catches in between moments of its work all say that he's trying to cook something, though his chosen ingredients aren't familiar to any recipe that Iris knows. At some point, he's gotten a pot filled with water, and is now attempting to slide it onto a stove; he's too short to simply place it on top, and he has to hug the pot to his chest to hold it. In his endeavor to get this pot onto the stovetop, he bumps into a vase that's sitting on a burner, causing a thrill of anxiety to race up the spine of every Swatchling present when it wobbles violently then topples off. The Swatchling nearest him dives to catch it before it can shatter on the tile, and Spamton bolts, leaving his pot too close to the edge for comfort. Replacing the vase, the ruffled butler takes a moment nudge the pot fully onto a burner before walking off. Spamton slinks back into view not long after.

  It's when he starts climbing onto the stove that Iris decides to step in. Wringing a dry washcloth between its hands, it hurries over to him before he can knock something over again. Spamton notices its approach and, predictably, tries to make a run for it. Unlucky for him, he's not in a position to do so: his one hand is gripping the coils of a burner to keep him steady, and his knees are stationed atop the handle of the oven door. The instant he starts pulling himself up, he puts too much weight on his knees: this added weight, in turn, causes the oven door to fall open. Spamton would have likely smacked his head on the floor had Iris not caught him.

  "Are you aware that the butler that waits hand-on-foot just outside your door takes meal requests?" It asks as Spamton tries to squirm out of its grip. "There's really no reason for you to be in here." He's flailing like an unhappy Tasque at this point, so Iris releases him and watches him scurry off.

  When he's out of sight, it turns its attention to the items Spamton has gotten out, from the pot of water he was trying to boil, to the bowl of raw ingredients sitting off to the side. Pulling a recipe book from its inventory, it sets to work making a dish that uses as many of the provided ingredients as possible: everything else gets put back, and anything else that is needed gets taken out.

  It can feel Spamton's heated glare on its back as it works. It's possible he doesn't like Iris having taken over for him, but what is he going to do? He won't come anywhere near a Swatchling, and besides, Swatch said he wasn't allowed to handle food, anyway.

  There's a wonderful jammin'-balaya sitting in a pot by the time Iris is done, though the Swatchling is nowhere to be seen to take responsibility for it.

  The rice dish has been packed into a tupperware bowl -- sealed with a lid -- and left on the counter with only a napkin-wrapped fork for company. On the napkin, were anyone to unfurl it, is a note in small, neat lettering, which reads:

  Mister Spamton,  

Glad you're feeling better. Call for medical     

 assistance if this dish triggers any allergies.    

Please refrain from using the kitchen again. :) 

~Iris, of the Queen's staff                                  

  Printed on the bottom of the napkin are the words 'HAVE A COLORFUL DAY FROM THE COLOR CAFE!'

(Originally written 3/12/24)

[piratesexmachine420]

Anyway the ultimate goal of this project is actually similar to that stupid backwards GPGPU/CPU OS idea that wouldn't actually work, except way, way stupider. Stoopid with two Os, to quote Knives Out.

Here's the gist: distributed operating system that runs on a bunch of interlinked TI calculators, using a PC as a sort of hub. (The TI-Link protocol is only bidirectional, but there's no limit to the number of SilverLink USB cables I can plug into the same computer, at least until I run out of USB ports.)

Because TI calculators are both more documented than GPUs (which is to say, there's any documentation), and there actually exist tools for writing low-level code on them, this is actually a doable project. Not easy, but doable. On the order of months to years instead of decades to centuries.

Additionally, I won't actually be writing any "real" ring 0 code (or 68k/z80 equivalent) for this project, basically just treating each machines' resident OS as an overwrought BIOS--which, on a calculator running machine code, it might as well be. As a distributed OS, the "machine" would already be highly virtual, and there are a lot of benefits to sticking to userspace.

For one, I don't want to brick any of my hardware; writing dodgy code to any of my calculators' flash memory would absolutely do that. For another, I don't want to write my own USB stack. Also, rebooting is annoying. Especially if it involves, like, four different machines. And debugging will be easier. And so on and so forth.

Here's a rough roadmap for how I want to get familiar with this toolchain:

Write an echo program that uses the TI PLT-KBD, a product you've never heard of. Maybe turn it into a full keyboard driver, if I feel like it.

Do the same, but with a TI-92+. Would involved remotely loading a simple program onto the calculator to tell it to send keycodes over the link port. Again, if I feel like it could be turned into a full input driver.

Write a simple, but non-trivial program that uses the TI-92+ as an "accelerator", maybe Conway's game of life. Would also involve remotely loading code.

Do the same as 3, but with two calculators--the TI-92+ and TI-89, maybe. At this point I'd have to buy more SilverLink cables, so this is the point of no return. (They go for like $20.)

Same as 4, but integrating a Z80 calculator too, probably the TI-83+.

Start working on the "OS" proper.

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[wishbonegame]

Heyo, I am trying to carry love letters to bandits but I can't find them anywhere 😭 I've searched all over the map but I can't find Wishbone mine. Can you give me a hint to where it is?

The specific map that piece of text is referring to is one of the most remote maps in the deepest area of Devil's Gulch, down to the south by the big river--you'll see more old mining equipment and ruins the deeper you go. You If you're next to a river and walking along a minecart rail, you're in the area that's describing.

But that map isn't supposed to be eligible for bandit spawns until Devil's Gulch becomes accessible, so if it's telling you to deliver love letters or collect bounties there before the 15th of summer, or if you go to that map and there aren't any bandits on it, then those would both be bugs.

(If it's the latter case, could you please send me your affected save file so that I can load it in my debug environment and figure out how the bandit spawn IDs got messed up? You can email it to us at welcometowishbone [at] gmail [dot] com!)

[dog-girl-fag]

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