The eternal blanket of sweet, unbroken relief guides you along your woeful respite. Truly at peace, you must be, to finally be given the time, patience and respect that affords a forged blade their reluctant, contemplative quest for absolution.
The mane unfurls, and a new sensation drifts in under a familiar wisp of life.
Atonia lifts her heavy head up and away from your side. Like a startled companion; something is wrong.
More, the shadows turn away from you, neglecting your repose. Their comforting weight no longer shielding you from the blooming crisis on the horizon.
Restless and Uneasy, you surface from your slumber.
Reaching down to manipulate the stone beneath you, the bricks are worn and brittle from what appears to be a century of decay. Overgrowth litters your territory, as it should, yet your bed of timeless content remains yield to the curious foliage.
"Why?" you whisper steadily to nobody, but perhaps the timeless not-warm bosom of a tyrant's sanctuary.
A murder mystery game in a world with gore, occult rituals and a demon rewarding those willing to shed the blood of others by any means necessary.
It's supposed to be the perfect paranormal slasher horror experience.
A pixelartsy roguelike(-lite) with featuring a snake raiding dungeons.
Combat is reminiscent of Undertale except that you fight on a grid and play snaker. You have a snaker body that be harmed by attacks send towards you by the monsters and you collect different colored apples for different attacks, spells and miscellaneous trinkets. Those apples trail after you and are lost, if hit, but you are unharmed, unless your main body is also hurt.
A democracy only survives if the population is not feeding off of propaganda. Lying to others should be a crime treated with more accountability than murder. When you kill someone they rest in piece but when you lie to someone you have stolen their soul, their direction in life, for you're own desires. When you lie to someone you make them, in a way, a slave to w/e causes YOU deem important. Not the actual host whose mind now harbors that lie like a fucking chain moving them in w/e direction YOU want. It's fucking disgusting. And these people deserve to be lock up for a very long time.
The fog came heavy off the river and rolled through the busy street, viscous and slow, carrying the smell of silt.
The sounds of games and chatter grew thin the further Leo walked away from the Fall Festival. It had no set hour for its closing, but traditionally ended with the sun's descent. Today the sky burned with pinks and oranges in the west. Until darkness came down over the city of Evansville, like a large tarp drawn overhead and pulled taut, riddled with shining holes.
Alongside him walked a man of about the same age who had unkempt short black hair, large ears and wore a red hooded windbreaker zipped to his throat. He kept pace with Leo. Hands resting in his coat pockets. At the corner Leo passed him an apple fritter, half-wrapped in a wrinkled napkin. The man took it and smiled. Then the two said their goodbyes with a strong embrace before he left him, cutting east back down the street. Leo kept his eyes on him, watching as the red of his jacket shrank before the crowdβ¦
This place is a trap. This town is a trap. This country, this world, this galaxy, universe. We are all trapped.
Matter cannot be created, matter cannot be destroyed. And so it always wasβ¦
Long ago, before everything else, there was something. One thing. Then, the something began to stir. It stirred for time untold until it understood: I AM.
Rat oc test, mainly just fucking around with her design, I'm liking where I'm heading with this but idk we'll see (Tho I am in love with the eyes, thank you Playtime with Percy for making the concept of just white fucking eyes,,,,,,,,)
I really hate this...
If anyone is actually interested in any of this, I'd highly recommend "The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity" by David Graeber and David Wengrow. The wording here along with the music and visuals make us look like violent, quarreling idiots en masse, which couldn't be further from the truth. Also, @kurzgesagt: good call leaving out the Reverse Dominance Hierarchy. Wouldn't want to spread any ideas that actually lead somewhere, right? "But there was more to their lives than war" you mean like... most people who just fucking peacefully died? Old and disabled who were unable to take care of themselves and instead of killing them off for being a burden, in the harshest of conditions we would still take care of them? How about collectivism which you have completely fucking swept under the rug you pos. But yes, lets do care about "The richest people of their age" Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhh... You're prioritiesβ¦
I WAS TESTING OUT RANDOM SHIT IN THE GAME, AND I DON'T HAVE ANY SFX IN THE GAME SO I HAVE TO JUST HANDLE WHAT I CAN SEE AND HOW I KNOW IT WORKS, I TURN AROUND AND ONE OF MY THREATS BLEW MY SHIT OPEN BEFORE I COULD REACT, HOLY SILENT JUMPSCARE LMAO
FUCK YOU WHISPER,,,,
a FNAF fangame I'm making is coming along lovely, so far I've gotten alot of content for it, I have three threats/"Performers" set up, Mighty, Whisper, and a secret third one who forces theirselfs into the nights, I recently redid how the video cutscenes are used or works, and properly added the functionality to one of the "Research Minigames" where all it boils down to is hover your mouse over the moving box for as long as you can. I still need to rework the AI functions for the threats, work more on the visuals, and more and more, but considering IRL stuff- aka moving- I'll only be able to get to a Alpha or Beta state for this after I move, but before I do it'll be in a very barebones proof of concept without the proper visuals or sound. There's lots more I added but I'll prob share those later
Bloody sweat slips into Joeβs mouth between gasping breaths. His eyes adapt to the darkness in the rubble hallway, with light only from a room at the hallβs end. A broken staircase behind offers nowhere to run. Joe touches the open wound on his skull, wincing with pain as his hand comes back crimson. The floor is littered with trash. He finds a cloth and uses it to wipe the blood from his eyes.
He rises slowly, shedding old congealed blood that falls like dark hail. Hot beads of sweat run red down his shirtless body, his unkempt beard matted with it.
A shadow paints the hall as another figure appears from the lit doorway. Joe risks a glance, looking around the corner to see a man holding a blade of black iron, from an era before modern morality, ancient in its angle, cruel and effective. He reaches to the ground, searching for a weapon; he finds a fist-sized stone. He nods to himself in the dark, his hands clenching around the stone.
github.com Β· GitHub - OZORDI/LibertyRecomp: An unofficial PC port of the Xbox 360 version of Grand Theft Auto IV created through the process of static recompilation GitHub
An unofficial PC port of the Xbox 360 version of Grand Theft Auto IV created through the process of static recompilation - OZORDI/LibertyRecomp
Copied from github.com when dropped, so you aren't tracked by it.
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