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I'm having some troubles putting anything of worth here, so this will have to do for now.

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I'd love to see some virtual pet/simulation games based in AR(Augmented Reality), The PS Vita and 3DS pull of AR pretty well, but having them expand into a virtual pet type game would be great. The type of thing that actually uses the environment around you, and makes use of QR codes to allow others to interact, without both parties needing to be synced or playing at the same time. Honestly, I believe AR has amazing potential and I hope to see it get expanded. It's my hope and dream, that future handheld consoles start coming with AR goggles/glasses. Imagine creating something in a piece of software such as Blender, using your handheld and goggles to place it in your room, then syncing it's position to a router or modem attached to your computer, so that whenever goggles are worn in the room, the object is visible. But I digress from the original topic, sorry. EDIT: I feel it is worth noting that I don't consider stuff like, Dogz for the DS with AR capability as my ideal game. I'm talking more about those old hand-held digivices, but expanded, think pokemon but the focus is more on breeding, training and health rather than battling.
This is another cringe-ee poem I wrote many years ago, this one was not directed to anyone in particular but served more as a creative out-let. It's pretty bad and is from a time in my life when I had only just started reading poetry, so it may be pretty hard to read.
The One
I look at your pictures for an hour, I write of our adventures for two, Because in my head, it's just me and you! Why can't you see? You and I are meant to be! I still have our pictures from when you called me 'Friend' And I had that dream again, You knocked on my door and I let you in, and all of a sudden you were my own little whore again. I need you, so please come back! I didn't mean to hurt you then, If you'd just open your eyes, it wont happen again! Please draw another breath! I didn't mean to... All I wanted was a single kiss, I really didn't mean to... This is my love, Your blood on my blade, Your body at my feet, One final slash, and again we'll meet. I'll fade into endless darkness, To see you my love, And together we'll have a lot of fun, you'll see because I've chosen you, you're the one!
Looks good, I will accept it. I will be working on a character this week and hope to have it up before Saturday.
Sweet! Let me know if you want me to expand on the personality section, I can switch it up to paragraphs with more detail if that's what you'd prefer. Also, I'll be keeping a keen eye out for your CS, I'm having a lil' trouble chucking together a bio that fits the environment of the Pre-Collective Eclipse Phase universe. So I am hoping to draw some inspiration!
"You ask that as if it is avoidable." I state as I slowly stroll towards the bordered front window once more. My thoughts darken as I recall the memories of my dealings with survivors, "I was late today. You probably didn't notice, since we don't have any working clocks but everyday when I do my rounds I look to the sky from a particular building and I count how many fingers I can place between the horizon and the sun in the afternoon." I say as I close one eye and stare at my fingers with my arm stretched before me, mimicking what I do during my rounds. "It helps me put structure in this chaotic world, and so I planned, I said to myself this morning, "When the gate to night is only three fingers from open, I'll sneak back and enjoy the scenery", because you see, there is this street a few blocks down, it's a beautiful street. A street untouched by the chaos outside, there are no corpses, no blood, the cars are parked perfectly and so unscathed that they've built dust on them. It is an untouched relic of the old world, but with the eerie peacefulness of the new world, there are no people marching the side walks, no one exchanging hallow words of little meaning, no one shouting or laughing. It is completely silent." My voice almost seems emphasised by the light echo of the large front room. I furrow my brows as I continue, "But when I reached that street I found it in ruins. Windows smashed, cars looted and even a motionless zombie corpse now filled my street. But worst of all, the subject of all this carnage stood there, smoking of all things, on my street. He looked relaxed as he leant against a street lamp. A rush of anger surged through me but I was in control, 'It was inevitable' I had thought. But that's when he spotted me, at first he was alarmed but once he noticed I was alive, he casually called me over, and so I went. I'm not sure why, I think I was still shocked by the scene I had just arrived at, but regardless, I marched towards him just as he had called me." I pause to breath a deep sigh as the image of the street flashes in my mind. "Smiling he asked "Hey stranger, did the sweet scent of tobacco draw you out?" just as he pushed an open packet of cigarettes my way, beckoning me to take one. Can you believe that? a Cigarette! He destroys my street then dares to offer me a fucking cigarette, as if we're acquaintances or pals or something. That's when it happened, it felt so natural as it happened, like it was one quick smooth motion. I had grabbed my knife from my pocket and popped the spring sending the blade arcing out, moments later it opened a hole in his throat as I punched him in the chest as hard as I could to force his last toxic breath from his lungs. As I watched the crimson flow out of his gurgling and shaking body I felt powerful, and in that moment of power I decided that I wasn't going to give into the demands of the survivors any more. But more importantly, I had set myself a goal, my first ambition of the new world; crush the remnants of the old world." I spoke with emphasis. My heart was racing as I recalled every detail.
Slightly unsettled by her conduct, I begin to think about her worlds. Firstly I cannot fault her for her recklessness in regards to her experiments, at least she was up front about it, eventually. My mind starts to wonder back to my previous train of thought involving the nearby survivor group, I agree with Valerie in one regard, we certainly need to move location, with the nearby survivor group expanding their scouting territory it wont be long until they start drawing more zombies to the area. Not to mention the body I left behind, they'll be looking for suspects. "I know of a location that is ideal for us, but if we plan to take hold of it... there may be some trouble." I announce to Valerie. Walking into the storage room I kneel down by a box in the corner, it houses some basic office supplies we had found in here. Grasping a piece of paper I roughly sketch the surrounding area from our location to the survivor groups location and then the location in question.
Showing the crude hand-drawn map to Valerie I point to the square labelled '1' at the top of the sheet. "This is where the nearest survivor group is currently set up." Sliding my finger over to the block with an exclamation mark on it. "And this where a college campus that appears to have power is located. I've seen outside path lights on from afar several nights now. Currently the survivors haven't gotten their hands on the campus because it is swarming with zombies as is the shaded block to the left of the area marked 1. If we could clear out the zombies from the campus and wipe out the survivor group, we'd have access to better equipment as well as any resources left over by the survivor group. But pulling this off would require some planning."
Name: Vale Devery Picture: Race: Caucasian Human Age: 29 Gender: Male Role on TITAN Station: Bio-Robotics Scientist Personality: Cool headed, Rational, Loyal, Eccentric, Weak Willed Brief/Not Brief Bio: (I'll add this soon)
RTS Zombie: A.Y.D.A.B.T.U. Edition [1x1 RP]
A flow of relief breezed over me as I came to understand Valerie's intentions. However, this all still leaves us with one problem. "Should I eat that finger, how can you be sure that I haven't just contracted a neutralized form of the virus rather than having it not infect me at all?" I respond after some time of absorbing her last message. Despite Valerie's inclination to tell the truth, there is still something fishy about her request.
"A cure? I thought you preferred society in shambles. Your experiments would be banned again, you may even be punished for forming the research that eventually led this plague, as you call it." I reply shocked. Was it always Valerie's intent to cure the world of zombies? She spoke so often of how the new changes to the world have set her free. There has to be something more to this, I absolutely refuse to go back to how things were. "What of furthering your research? Surely anything related to your research would not only be banned but also suppressed and destroyed!" I offered in protest.
I turn my gaze to meet Valerie as she words off her two cents in regards to my comment, I start to feel uncomfortable at the notion of Valerie constructing zombies of her own. Recently I have started to formulate ideas as to how to use the zombies as a means to get rid of some of the annoying survivor groups nearby, but actually having the ability to create your own strain of the zombie virus and manipulate it at your own will, I am sure that is the ambition and skill that destroyed humanity in the first place. Although we rely on one another, should she gain the ability to design and manipulate zombies, the scales would slam in her favour. My train of thought is broken when Valerie shoves a severed finger into my face and makes an absurd demand of me. "I think I'll pass, that thing could still have active zombie pathogens inside of it." I respond calmly.
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