#stay tuned crt

[sunny-m00n]

If I had a nickel for every silly suit wearing character that infected my brain with rot, I’d have a lot of nickels-

(also yes I know Cecil doesn’t canonically wear a suit but i want to put him in this group, and people draw him with one a lot so bite me)

[pleasestaytuned]

HELLO [REDACTED] WERE BACK AND WANTED TO DUST THIS THING OFF!!!

WERE BRINGING THE MONTHLY POST FROM OUR TWITTER AND INDIEGOGO TO YOU!

HELLO CITIZENS OF [REDACTED]. Long time no see! To all those who have stuck with us through the hiatus, thank you for sticking with us. To all those who may have forgotten we exist, HI!!!!! We always come back.

After a year, we are glad to post the first new edition of THE MONTHLY POST with your updates on everything we’ve been doing to make Please Stay Tuned a reality.

As mentioned before, we recently came off a hiatus that resulted from our director, Corey, needing to create their thesis film, “Pretty Kitty,” to graduate university. We are happy to announce that the project has been completed and Corey has successfully graduated! Yay! This also means they have returned to Please Stay Tuned, and the project has resumed.

We aren’t ready to jump into production just yet; currently, we are working on some behind-the-scenes tidying up, organizing files, and planning just a few more things before we officially exit the pre-production stage and enter the animation stage.

One thing we wanted to talk about mostly in the monthly post is the character designs. The cast of Please Stay Tuned was designed between 2017-2018, and we felt that most of them needed a facelift to match the current vision of our show’s vibe more and to bring more of a sense of style and identity to the production. We would like to show you what we have been working on in terms of design and how these characters have changed!

One of the characters we think needed the most “fixing” was Maxie. One of the greatest mysteries is, “what even is he?” Honestly, we still don’t know. He’s honestly just “Maxie,” and we didn’t think he looked “Maxie” enough, so we fed him to the character design team, and behold:

Maxie now looks more Maxie than ever.

One of the hardest characters to revise was CRT. While most of the character designs have changed, CRT’s has stayed pretty consistent since 2017. We felt his design could use some fixing since we noticed that a lot more TV heads have joined the scene since we started, and we wanted to make sure ours could stick out more in the genre of “TV head in some fancy clothes.” So we did that.

Ladies and gentlemen, here is the new CRT (now with 20% more guyfailure).

We gave Hostess a tail. That’s it.

Another big thing we have been working on behind the scenes is that when we started, we never actually had proper model sheets of the characters. We don’t know what Corey was thinking. As we hope to expand our team to include other animators, we have begun creating actual proper model sheets for the cast! We just finished Sonny; take a look!!!

We will be starting CRT soon, and once he is completed, we will likely be able to start the animation production while the other, more minor characters in the pilot are created. We will keep you updated on that.

We’re so happy to be back and able to deliver the Monthly Post again as we continue development on this amazing indie production of ours. Without the constraints of schoolwork stopping us, we are free to now go Full Steam Ahead on the production!

Since our hiatus, we also seem to have gained a decent handful of new followers, some who may have heard, and perhaps been dismayed, about missing out on the Indiegogo campaign. For those who missed out, keep an eye out next Indie Animation Day and in our next newsletter.

That will be all for now! As always, we are primarily funded out of pocket, through our initial Indiegogo budget and through Corey’s Patreon. If you would like to help us continue to make Please Stay Tuned, please consider contributing to the Patreon page. We will be posting a few more secret updates/animation roughs and a few things we save for the Monthly Post up early there soon as we enter the production stage! Also, Corey sometimes streams on their Discord server, which you can access...

You can subscribe here

Thank you to everyone who stuck with us through these past 8 years. I’m so glad that now we can charge ahead in the production of this short. We hope to have even more cool stuff to share with you.

[spxtse]

also if you Haven’t heard of crt here are a few printed out images of him i keep on me sometimes.

[rubra-wav]

"Both Sides Of Silence" - Radiosilence fic

Word count: 3.5k

A/N I made a rant abt this (here)and decided to write it and ended up getting swept up in it haha.

This is my personal headcanon on how Alastor reacted when his friendship with Vox ended

Cw: SFW, angst

The state of Alastor's room was horrendous. The radio host's quarters could normally be described as rather unnerving due to their decor, however the space now looked like a downright horror show.

It was as if a storm had raged within with furniture overturned and scratched up, vases and photo frames broken - all of this leaving a hazardous mixture of glass fragments, splinters and lounge stuffing strewn everywhere.

In the middle of the mess, said demon’s form crumpled against the floor. Alastor's claws gripped at his hair, pulling hard upon it as he shook with heaving breaths, a mixture of despair and boiling rage inside of him, making him even more volatile than usual.

The object of his plight's photo sat before him. An unwanted reminder of the first time he and his former friend met.

Allowing Vox to take a photo with him had been an olive branch he reached out to the other demon, rarely offered outside of special circumstances.

Seeing it now stung him deep, bringing inner turmoil unlike anything the cannibalistic overlord had felt in a long long time.

An actual, real bond with someone had become an estranged concept to him during his time in hell. After his mother died, he'd severed every last attachment to anyone else, only really playing into superficial, shallow attachments to others. Nothing that couldn't easily be brushed off.

Or at least, he thought he had.

The snapped cord of his friendship with the TV demon truly cut him deep in a way that he thought was not possible.

The fact of the matter filled him with such visceral self-disgust that he fought the need to dry heave as his claws sank into his scalp in an attempt to ground himself. It inevitably failed as his mind once again revisited the damned situation that had unfolded just hours before for the umpteenth time that night.

-

A friendly get-together with Vox, just a drink at a quiet bar they often met at when they had time to do so just like any other.

Through the whole night the TV demon had seemed as if he had been stressed about something. They conversed as usual, backed by soft jazz music in the cozy wooden interior of the joint, however it was obvious to Alastor that his companion was out of sorts.

Vox's blue claws fidgeted from where he gripped at his drink - a nervous tell which Alastor had long ago picked up from his first meetings with him in the old days - his shoulders hunched in the orange turtleneck sweater he wore.

“You have been shaking like a leaf this whole time. What seems to be the matter, my friend?” Alastor asked after taking a sip of his whiskey, gently tilting the glass back and forth causing the amber liquid to swish around.

His red eyes looked to the side at the other demon with a casual half-lidded stare, drinking in every small reaction the TV demon gave with a finely tuned expertise despite his exterior.

Vox visibly flinched, caught off guard by the sudden call to his behaviour. His CRT head coyly tilted in Alastor's direction, small pupils looking to the side at him and shoulders hunching further and making himself even smaller where he sat as if in an attempt to give himself more security.

A rather peculiar response. Not something unexpected to the deer demon at all however, Vox's unique responses and attitude was something Alastor quite enjoyed about him, it was what made him interesting.

“It's nothing. Well not yet at least..” Vox mumbled quietly, trailing off vaguely. Alastor hummed curiously while quirking a brow. Vox flushed nervously, his heart rate picking up.

Vox had long since discovered his feelings for Alastor but had stayed quiet in fear that it would ruin their friendship. In the beginning, he was content with that, just letting their relationship stay how it always had been - purely platonic. That was the safe option.

It just grew more intrusive the longer he didn't say anything though.

Alastor didn't like to be touched, but was far too content in getting in others’ personal space if it was on his own terms - including Vox’s own. Every time his shoulders or arms or god forbid face were touched briefly by the deer it sent his heart aflutter and he could barely keep himself together.

Even the memory of the last time almost sent him sparking. When he thought of those red eyes looking down at him, claws on either side of his face, he knew that he would surely burn himself up if he didn't finally say something. It was agony to stay silent.

What was the worst that could happen? A rejection? It wasn't like that would end everything they had worked for. In his mind, he knew Alastor enough to surely say he wouldn't up and leave him over this. They'd known each other too long for all of that to be ruined by this... Right?

Alastor watched Vox’s internal strife with amused curiosity as he casually fidgeted with the lip of his glass, waiting expectantly.

Vox cleared his throat, straightening up and trying to put on a confident and sure face. “Alastor, we have known each other for years now. And.. I'd argue to say that we are quite good pals at this point,” Vox began strongly, grinning at Alastor. His grin faltered a bit and his cheeks flushed as he watched the radio demon's eyebrow only raise even further. Vox coughed into his hand. “I would also argue that we would work well together as more than just.. friends… who occasionally work together as purely business partners.” Vox finished, looking at Alastor and trying to find some kind of reassurance.

He didn't find any.

Alastor's ear twitched slightly as if he was trying to better process what he'd just heard. He felt a stab of unsureness that mixed with his stomach dropping inside of him. He didn't show it yet however and instead laughed. “Apologies darling! I'm not quite sure I follow. Are you asking to become permanent business partners?” He hoped that was what he was on about, and not the alternative which had his hackles rising.

Vox gulped, taking the question as genuine confusion about his rather vague choice of words. “N-not quite just that.. listen.. I,” Vox glanced at Alastor's other hand unoccupied by his drink just resting on the bar and tentatively reached out his hand to gently take it in his own. “Alastor, I don't want to just be business partners. I want to be partners in general. I'm in.. Jesus,” Vox gulped, trying to will his mouth to stop being so damn dry. “...I'm in love with you.” Vox’s brow furrowed as he gently squeezed Alastor’s hand in his, looking up at him with a soft expression, vulnerable in a way Vox would normally have squashed instantaneously.

Alastor’s eyes blew open wide making him ironically resemble a deer in headlights, lip curling as he processed the interaction and confession. His usually wide pupils shrunk as he looked down at his palm in Vox’s, utter disgust rocking through him at the sight.

Vox felt his heart break at the way Alastor was looking at him holding his hand, and awkwardly laughed in an attempt to fight the pit of absolute mortification consuming him, making him want to melt into the ground and disappear.

“I- s-sorry I just thought you may have understood. Maybe even felt the same- I mean we've known each other so long and have been close for-” Vox began to say, voice glitching out with heavy emotion. He flinched hard, silenced as Alastor suddenly ripped his hand away hard in contrast to his soft hold.

“No.” Alastor sharply, turning his nose up at Vox with a sneer, irritation filling him at the assumption.

Vox's humiliation at the nature of his rejection grew as Alastor quite literally looked down upon him. “right… sorry. I should have known,” Vox apologised, looking to the side with his cheeks burning under the weight of his gaze. “We have been close so long that I should have known better-” He was cut off by a cold bark of laughter.

“Stop saying that,” Alastor’s anger raised quickly, loud, angry static seeping through his usual facquade of uncaring. “If you think that you know me that way, then you severely overestimate your worth to me, my ‘friend’.”

Alastor was disgusted enough by the declaration, but his insistence that they were ‘close’ was what got under his skin the most. The reason for this? He couldn't quite grasp it at that exact moment. It would of course come later.

Vox let out a laugh this time, disbelief turning into him being more angrier than anything - a laughably similar response to the one Alastor was having simultaneously. “Oh you have to be kidding me! Don't act like we aren't best friends just because you don't like that I have feelings for you, you pompous old-timey radio fuck! We are close friends and you know damn fucking we-”

“No,” Vox felt the statement in every part of himself, it finally being the thing to break his steadily cracking heart into pieces. Vox fell silent, a look of struck anguish written all over his face.“You serve as occasional entertainment for me from your hollow, far lesser medium. Don't you dare act like we were, would be or even could ever be equals.” Alastor spat, rising from his seat.

Vox didn't even react to the insult to his work, feeling all encompassing numbness as the lights overhead flashed once, then twice, then clicked off as Alastor began to grow in size, more substantial antlers growing from his head and flashing green symbols surrounding him threateningly.

The TV demon shook, frozen in place on the bar stool, eyes wide and terrified despite the pervasive feeling of emptiness within him, blue pupils impossibly small as he looked into the rapidly spinning dials in his former best friend's eyes.

Alastor hunched over him and slowly raised his claws to grip either one of Vox's shoulders hard, digging into his turtleneck and skin below painfully, causing the TV demon to wince.

Alastor lowered his face, moving it close to Vox's screen and breathing out deeply, relishing in the way Vox shuddered at his hot breath fanning across his face with a grin that did not reflect his tone or true expression in the slightest.

Alastor then proceeded to stomp upon the shards of years of friendship seemingly with no care at all in one last statement, which brought tears to the already mentally crushed TV demon's eyes.

“You are nothing to me.”

-

But that wasn't true at all.

Alastor had disappeared in a flourish afterwards, leaving Vox shaking and alone in the bar, stalking home, and then absolutely losing his mind in private.

Alastor’s hands shook, slowly ripping through his hair and pulling out a few strands as he snapped back to reality and grit his teeth, lips twitching out of his perfect, unwavering grin for a second again as he looked at the smiling image of them together.

The truth was that he undeniably cared for Vox.

All these hollow, surface-level friendships which served as temporary entertainment that he held with demons like Mimzy paled in comparison to what they had.

Although still seldom, Alastor had shared much more of the truth with him than he had with others; about the same as with Rosie. The difference of course being their public rivalry unlike with Rosie. More even ground in which they were equal threats to one-another's power over the people of pentagram city.

He shuddered at the thought.

They were rivals, and with horror, he realised that he almost did regard Vox as his equal in their friendship. Enough to form a genuine care for him that wasn't solely him simply using Vox to meet his own ends.

They were close, and the fact of that hit him in a terrifying way as his old friend's absence burned an empty pit within him.

He was such an utter fool for letting it get to this point where he needed to destroy every last tie to stay powerful but simply couldn't.

His hands shook as he looked down at the photograph taunting him once again; him knowing he had to destroy it but not being able to.

Shameful weakness.

Alastor let out a frustrated growl, squeezing his eyes shut as he gripped at the photograph and ripped it down the middle.

He slammed either half of the photo on the floor in either hand, looking at the damage done. A literal physical manifestation of the relationship he'd metaphorically ripped down the middle.

Alastor would scoff at the symbolism normally with laughter, thinking it a stupid display of weakness of those far lesser then he if there weren't currently tears falling from his eyes onto the patch of wooden floor in between where either half of the photograph now sat apart.

He grit his teeth at the realisation that he was crying. For the first time since his mother died, he was actually weeping for another. The revelation curled as nauseating disgust for the demon, and he cursed the TV demon more than anything for making him this weak. Weak like him.

He needed to sever ties.

He needed to stop caring.

He needed to erase the TV demon from his life completely.

He knew all of that and yet…

Alastor laughed now - a sound without a lick of sanity behind it-, smiling as he gripped the half of the photo with Vox on it, falling back onto the floor and holding up the torn photo, looking up at it in the dim light of his room

The wooden floor uncomfortably dug into his back, but he didn't care at all. Alastor's laughing slowly died out, turning instead into a sound much like breathless sobbing.

“You will pay for doing this to me.” Alastor's red eyes shook, fluttering between his normal pupils and the dials as he regarded his next action with shaky euphoria, the emotion stretching itself over the logical side of himself screaming to let it go.

Alastor's anger of also being caught up in the silence he was supposed to have control over won over all rational decision making.

I will make sure that you need me just as much as I need you, you new-age trash.

Alastor's lips quivered around his wide grin as he gave a chuckle that was all too forced, pressing the back of his hand across his eyes and wiping away his tears, internally squashing his insecurity down and pretending he didn't care.

Even if he knew he did deep down, all that mattered was that onlookers, and especially Vox, didn't see that.

He would remain unbothered externally while locking the truth up deep inside that in the end the radio demon would be just as obsessed with Vox as he is with him.

-

After a long night of drowning his sorrows, the last thing Vox wanted was to answer the front door and face anybody. He of course, did anyways. If it was a business opportunity, it would hardly be wise to skip out on it. Especially after…

Vox shook his head with a hissing breath, trying to will the memory of the walk of shame he'd done away after apologising to the bartender who'd come out from behind the bar finally after Alastor had gone berserk for the disturbance.

Despite his picture perfect expression that never really fully dulled in the same way others experienced - the perks to having a TV for a head - it was clear that he was still struggling by the way he slumped and his brow was furrowed, eyes squinted; open just a crack to try avoid the thudding stabs of pain through his head with the hangover he was nursing.

It was bullshit to him that even with a flatscreen for a face, he still could manage to get hungover.

The tile floor of his tower, which he had bought recently, clicked under the heels of his shoes, dim fluorescent lights painting everything in a sickly, lifeless glow. It only sought to make his mood even worse.

He grumbled to himself as he reached the door finally, dodging all the unpacked boxes as he went and forcing himself to smile before swinging the heavy door open to greet whoever was there.

Dreams of new business partners and an underlying, pitiful hope that it could even be Alastor coming to apologise or pretend like nothing happened yesterday like after their usual arguments were immediately squashed as he was revealed nothing behind it.

Just the barely inhabited entertainment district he had been working on for a little while now. On the other side of the street a line of TV's, each with a monochrome display playing an ad for a cereal he had gotten a sponsorship with blared monotonously behind their glass displays.

It was clear none of the few people staring blankly at the screens had rung the bell so he could hear the door all the way in his room.

Vox's smile dropped and he then blankly stared into the empty air, tired eyes squinting as he deeply exhaled. He'd kill whatever asshole had rung and run for messing with him on the cameras positioned everywhere later, maybe that would lift his spirits a little bit.

He shut the large glass doors, once again locking them. As he did so, a piece of paper fell to the ground; formerly suspended in the door jam and dislodged by its movement.

Vox watched it flutter to the obnoxiously white tiles of the floor with a raised brow. He could see it was torn, seemingly a face-down picture of some kind from the different colour peaking through from the back under the lights.

“What on...” Vox said, unamused as he leaned down to pick it up.

Another cold wave of sadness that he thought he had numbed out already after last night swept over him as realised it was the first photo that he and Alastor had ever taken together - ripped down the middle so that Alastor was clearly present, a bit of his own face visible in the corner.

Vox’s screen glitched into a line of broken pixels, blurring his quickly souring expression as he realised that Alastor had just been here to deliver half of the photo.

He had been here and left wordlessly. So it really was over. His clawed hands shook as he pressed one against the wall of the entrance hall to steady himself, squinting his eyes shut.

His head spun; a dizzying mixture of his hangover, the overbearing lights all around him, and the god awful feelings of self-hatred, tiredness, heartbreak, and worst of all betrayal all mixing together. The fact that this is how their years of friendship had ended was a crushing weight on his shoulders. It was ridiculous.

In that moment as he had finally decided to confess he swore that they would still stay together even if it wasn't as lovers. That even if Alastor rejected his feelings, they would still maintain their friendship.

He was wrong, of course.

Him keeping his silence had hurt before, but it rang far more now he was all alone.

Vox’s eyes cracked open again despite the way his headache protested, looking back to his other hand which still held the torn photo delicately to avoid any further damage to it.

His blue pupils passively drank in the image of Alastor's smiling face again.

It was all ridiculous.

A screeching sound rang out in the entry room, echoing in an unnerving way through the mostly empty building as his claws dug into the wall he was leaning against, raking deep nail marks into the plaster as just about the most potent wave of anger he thought he had probably felt ever swept itself over every other conflicting emotion inside of him.

He had given so much to that asshole. His time, his dreams, and worst of all his secrets.

All of these were treated like nothing in Alastor's hands.

He was treated like nothing.

Alastor even said it; Vox was nothing to him. Nothing but a past-time.

'Occasional entertainment'

Vox’s chest clenched with burning anger at the insult to how much he was worth as a demon. He was worth far more than most of the pathetic low-lives in this city. Heck, all of them.

He was too good for Alastor even, and yet that snobby hazbin radio announcer had the audacity to treat him in such a way?

Ah yes, the delusionally grandiose rug over his kicked-in ego. A bitter thought which tugged at the back of his mind but got inevitably drowned out by everything else.

The lights overhead hummed louder and louder with the passing seconds.

He let out a growl that petered off into a yell interrupted by glitches, air filled with crackling electricity coming off of him in waves the longer he dwelled upon the state of everything.

-

From down the street, Alastor let out a satisfied chuckle as he saw the lights within Vox's tower flickering aggressively.

The deed was done, and although some pathetic part of him weakly protested, it was crushed where it stood. He turned on his heel, arms folded behind his back while he strided in the opposite direction.

He made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

His eye twitched slightly as a stab of regret once again made itself known.

As cold as it was.

Damn did my ass get carried away writing this one haha

[a-gin-soaked-raccoon]

Acct creation process?

So tumblr required me to not only subscribe to various topics, but FORCED me to follow a quota of blogs from their limited offered selection to make my account. In order to make this display of authority more fun for me, I thought I'd post my notes during this process in a stream-of-consciousness fashion: ***This is just my impressions based on the blog titles tumblr threw at me while making my account. I've literally never seen a single one of any of your posts. If I've misjudged you, that's a me problem. Don't get pissed. Or do, I guess, I'm not your mom. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ***

THEY FORCED ME TO FOLLOW AT LEAST 3 ACCTS FROM THE LIMITED SELECTION THEY PRESENTED. FASCISTS.

IN RESPONSE: POSSIBLE ACCOUNTS TO UNFOLLOW IN THE FUTURE:

@gulistan-blog: Except it looks like it's actually written in (gaelic?)? Maybe see if there's anything good. or just if the words look pretty.

@aesthetic: generic af title. probs trash. delete asap, unless it turns out to be a magical aldi-brand unicorn.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny: gross url. titled poison. initial vibe is toxic. review, but drop asap unless ironic.

@neon-wonderlands: called "lost in the 80s". honestly i don't hate it. not sure why. wait and see.

@seabeck: "I'm only happy when it rains". literally love the title. Drop if necessary, but if so you have to listen to the song while you do <3.

@emirkocturk: literally no idea what it is, tagged in #architecture. Only followed cuz I think its written in Turkish? pretty words.

@daily-spooky: dunno wat but it looks goth-centric. I haven't taken the hook, but the bait is intriguing so I'm nibbling.

@remash: dunno just vibe shit?

@falseficus: title is "dad shirt enthusiast". promising. to be explored.

@dianasson: "witchcraft, folklore, ..." ? so many possiblities. i dont even know where to start.

@1989taylorsversion: "folklore, but gay" need I laborate?

@octobersociety: possibly. but seems reposty. probs to be deleted.

@theshitpostcalligrapher: i like the picture they paint with their words. stay tuned.

@diaryofrey: its a gamble. probs trash, but nobody hits the jackpot without rolling the dice.

@classichorrorblog: i like horror. i dont like blogs. it'll be a battle, we'll see who survives.

@obsessedbyneon: So '80s again. CRT monitors? cool. Hairspray & chlorofluorocarbon pollution? not cool. we'll see which category this falls in.

@charleshuettner: 2d animation? broad topic. that's like "TEXT POSTS" but pictures. k. ill follow but ill probs leave.

[clowny-rolls]

hilarity.

CRT belongs to @corey-beepington

michael belongs to @clowny-rolls (oh wait, that's me LMAO) this is still funny af. michael is from a thing i'm making called "Panic Swing" (still writing the story) CRT is from "Please Stay Tuned"

[linuxgamenews]

Untethered Demo: Get Ready for Zero Gravity

Untethered Demo is due to release for the space survival sandbox game offering a port for Linux and Windows PC this week. Thanks to the creative talents at True Anomaly Entertainment. Due to make its way onto Steam Early Access in 2025. Get ready to dive into the Untethered demo, where you’ll build space stations and fight for survival in zero gravity. This isn’t your typical space survival sandbox; it’s all about realism and the thrill of the space race era.

I actually do intend to enter Early Access with Linux support. Untethered is developed in Unity, which means shipping to different platforms is very straightforward.

True Anomaly Entertainment wants to ensure they have the technical resources to deliver. As a solo developer with limited resources and no dedicated Linux machine for testing right now, they’re careful not to make promises they can’t keep. In the coming months, they’ll take a closer look at their options and the roadmap to release. They will update the Steam page to include Linux, but only if they’re confident they can provide a stable experience for everyone. But now, we have a native Demo coming for Untethered. In the Untethered demo, you will get a sample of being an astronaut stranded in our solar system’s deep space. Your mission? Stay alive by searching wrecked stations for materials and building a modular habitat. Forget traditional game interfaces — everything you need is on in-world CRT screens, switches, buttons, and other old school controls. The best part? The modular construction system. You can create your own space stations with farms, labs, and material processing equipment. Picture this: a space station you built from scratch, while floating in the vastness of space. Also coming complete with all the facilities you need to survive.

Untethered Demo and Reveal Trailer

As a flight engineer, keeping your station’s equipment running smoothly is your top priority. It’s a hands-on job, so get ready to roll up your sleeves and dive into the details of space station maintenance. Survival isn’t just about keeping the lights on. Food and water are scarce, and you’ll need to explore wrecked stations, build farms, and mine asteroids for resources. Every choice counts when you're alone in the hostile abyss of space. Want to expand and improve your station? The Untethered demo lets you build and operate science facilities. While due to unlock new plans. The more you research, the better your chances of making your space station a thriving habitat. The Untethered demo lets you explore the debut title from Australian solo developer Luna Verratti. It brings a realistic, sim focused gameplay to the space survival sandbox genre. You’ll use your suit’s thrusters to navigate in microgravity. While you maintain electrical equipment, manage resources, and tackle the unlikely task of self-preservation in the infinite void. The game is set to hit Steam Early Access in 2025, with a planned duration of 6-12 months. But don’t be surprised if it takes longer — space survival is a tough challenge, after all. This is also due to include day-one native support. So, if you’re up for a realistic space adventure where every move matters, Untethered is the demo for you. Get ready to explore, build, and survive in the most harsh setting known to humankind. Stay tuned, and keep your thrusters ready!

[smashbrosodyssey64]

My idea for streaming is that I play Nintendo 64 off a CRT while a webcam on an endtable between me and the TV streams the action. I'll be streaming primarily Nintendo 64 to start, but I might buy more systems as my employment situation changes. If this is your cup of tea, subscribe to my channel here https://www.twitch.tv/smashbrosodyssey64 and stay tuned.

[dnaamericaapp]

They Integrated Little Rock’s Schools — Now They’re Slamming Restrictions On AP African American Studies

Several surviving members of the Little Rock Nine, a group of students who in 1957 integrated Little Rock Central High School under threats of violence from white segregationists, are denouncing the Arkansas Department of Education’s restrictions on an Advanced Placement African American Studies course.

The state is not barring students from taking the class but has cautioned that the coursework may not count toward the state’s high school graduation requirements. The Arkansas Department of Education has argued that since the course is still being piloted, it’s unclear whether it runs afoul of a state law signed by Republican Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders in March banning the teaching of "critical race theory."

“I think the attempts to erase history is working for the Republican Party,” said Elizabeth Eckford, who joined eight other Black teenagers in desegregating Little Rock Central High School nearly 66 years ago. “They have some boogeymen that are really popular with their supporters.”

The Arkansas Department of Education defended its decision, saying in a statement that, “Until it’s determined whether it violates state law and teaches or trains teachers in CRT and indoctrination, the state will not move forward. The department encourages the teaching of all American history and supports rigorous courses not based on opinions or indoctrination.” The state already offers an African American history course, the department noted.

A spokesperson for Sanders did not immediately respond to a request for comment. When asked about the course on Fox News Thursday, Sanders responded by saying that she wants to focus on improving students’ performance rather than pushing a “propaganda leftist agenda.”

Central High offered the pilot version of the course last school year. It will continue to do so this school year, a representative said, as will several other Arkansas high schools. -(source: nbc news)

Stay tuned…

DNA America

“It’s what we know, not what you want us to believe.”

#dna #dnaamerica #news #politics

[sunny-m00n]

I was going to just draw “Suit Guys With Human Female(?) Friend” but I wanted to draw the others :)

[mbarrick]

A bit sad to take this apart, and it is crazy to see all the gear I had to configure all piled up on to. But stay tuned, since the chances of getting to play with an array of 16 CRT monitors again are slim, I *did* play with it a bit in a period-appropriate way and there will be a video coming.

[corey-beepington]

Now you too can express yourself in the wonderful world of Please Stay Tuned.

[pleasestaytuned]

PLEASE STAY TUNED DECEMBER UPDATE

GOOD MORNING [REDACTED] IT'S MONTHLY UPDATE TIME! AND BOY WHAT A MONTH IT'S BEEN!

The Closed Circuit Layout Team has been rocking hard and we took out a TON of bg layouts this month...even some paints too! check out this shady tv store!

We'd also like to announce that while we promised backer rewards in the summer...well christmas in July came early, and thus ALL PHYSICAL BACKER REWARDS (POSTER, STICKER, AND KEYCHAIN) HAVE BEEN SHIPPED TO YOU!!!!!

You should be getting it soon!!!! We'd love to see pictures of the adventures some of you take your CRT keychains on or the beautiful places you stuck your stickers/posters! Tag us on twitter @pleasestay2nd or instagram @Please_Stay_Tuned_Official

To anyone who has received the Ink Drawing and up tier, we will fulfill those in the summer, as those rewards are a tad bit more custom. 

Of course, the final digital rewards (credits, mini artbook) will be released with the final pilot short.

And now finally the moment youve been waiting for...

The shot count...

Our main animator has been a bit busy, but...They worked hard! And with that we'd like to proudly say

8/195 shots complete.

Now alot of this was touching up old shots so not all months will be this good.

We'd like to share an example of these "touch ups" mainly shots from the trailer that we gave some edits to adapt to a slight style change as well as some compositing make-overs.

 We hope this makes us look a little nicer!!

(Old)

(New)

With alot of the team going back to school, stuff is going to slowdown a bit, however...alot of the pre-animation work for the first scene has been complete. We will be focusing on that scene for the next few months.

ONCE AGAIN!!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! SEE YOU NEXT MONTH [REDACTED]!!!!!

[sh00t4th3m00n]

Happy Birthday @corey-beepington !!! better eat your cake fast, it’s an ice cream cake, so it might not last long in your Birthday Microwave.

[qasian-tech-support]

After a year of working on it on and off, I'm finally able to present a working version of

Project ECHØ!

Project ECHØ was an idea that I had one night while listening to the song Echo by @crusher-p.

I've seen cosplay of TV Heads before, but while there were some that had LED lights on the screen, I hadn't seen any that had a dynamic, usable screen.

ECHØ, on the other hand, runs on a Raspberry Pi 4, has an internal camera for sight, and has HDMI ports on the back, so that it can be used as a traditional TV/monitor! And it's made with future revisions in mind, so that I can upgrade parts as I go!

It's not entirely finished yet, though — I still have to make some threaded holes to screw the front and the back together, along with the bottom plate. After that, I'm going to spray paint it, and glue a curved piece of plexiglass in the front.

I'll post more updates soon!

[zoe-black-rabbit]

@corey-beepington

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