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Male, 31 years old. (So I'm practically dead, as we speak.)
Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)
But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)
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Banned twice because I'm currently too sick to fall asleep. So I must take my frustrations out on something.
Banned for killing me in Helldivers that one time.
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Yeah...
Anyway, haven't had time to watch much of anything. But I am at the stage where I'm so disinterested in everything coming out, that I'll likely resort to rewatching some shows that I actually liked.
Anyone have any recent recommendations? Yes, Dune 2 is supposed to be *almost as good as the first one*. I'd care if the first 30-50 minutes of the first one didn't bore me to tears.
Yeah...
Anyway, haven't had time to watch much of anything. But I am at the stage where I'm so disinterested in everything coming out, that I'll likely resort to rewatching some shows that I actually liked.
Anyone have any recent recommendations? Yes, Dune 2 is supposed to be *almost as good as the first one*. I'd care if the first 30-50 minutes of the first one didn't bore me to tears.
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I’m starting to understand how critical it was for Hollow Knight to have *A FUCKING REASON* for endlessly respawning enemies. Because like Hak, the Lone Fungus' enemies are an absolute chore to deal with, and every room is chock-full of them. But then you get *fuck all* for killing any of them. (Also like Hak, the final boss is an obnoxious multi-phase boss fight that I just didn't feel like dealing with. Because I stopped enjoying myself many hours ago.)
The movement is not precise enough for being so punishing, and the challenges are less 'platforming' than finicky timed button presses. Ones which restrict all the upgrades that you’ve been earning, and make you feel like you’re constantly going nowhere fast. With a map that’s way too big and tedious to go through, when the dev included so few fast-travel points. (To the point that I was returning to the menu every time I completed a room. Because restarting at the last checkpoint was a more convenient way to travel.)
I *want* to give credit where credit it’s due. It *does* have some enemy variety. It *does* have many (very worthless) spells and charms to use. And it has five more levels than I really wanted to get through. (And then it had another one for good measure.) But it felt like a lot of it was quantity over quality. The shit awful bosses being a good example of that. So I’ll be nice and say Lone Fungus was aggressively mediocre and leave it at that.
The only thing I didn't try is using Mouse + Keyboard for certain sections. And lowering the difficulty, which the game does allow you to do mid-game. But I don't think that would've changed my opinion much.
The movement is not precise enough for being so punishing, and the challenges are less 'platforming' than finicky timed button presses. Ones which restrict all the upgrades that you’ve been earning, and make you feel like you’re constantly going nowhere fast. With a map that’s way too big and tedious to go through, when the dev included so few fast-travel points. (To the point that I was returning to the menu every time I completed a room. Because restarting at the last checkpoint was a more convenient way to travel.)
I *want* to give credit where credit it’s due. It *does* have some enemy variety. It *does* have many (very worthless) spells and charms to use. And it has five more levels than I really wanted to get through. (And then it had another one for good measure.) But it felt like a lot of it was quantity over quality. The shit awful bosses being a good example of that. So I’ll be nice and say Lone Fungus was aggressively mediocre and leave it at that.
The only thing I didn't try is using Mouse + Keyboard for certain sections. And lowering the difficulty, which the game does allow you to do mid-game. But I don't think that would've changed my opinion much.
With the shared knowledge that catching a single glimpse of any monster was enough to make most of the isolated masses’ blood run cold. Unless you were a trained soldier that was paid to make them bleed instead—and that was usually dealing with goblins or wolves that were a quarter of their size. It was a choice that the elder dragon would’ve considered to be ill-advised and completely absurd for her to do. The mother willfully allowing others to be a part of their birth?! When the very idea of ‘massive flying beasts that were living amongst men’ would likely breed nothing but paranoia and disbelief among those ignorant of their existence.
Not that informing those of your intentions had saved him from the militia group that found him forging for food…
Yet his last mistake in death was neglecting to emphasize how critical their earliest moments would be for forming their bond. Only instructing her to be equal parts affectionate and scrupulous during the hatchlings’ development. For her sons listened and absorbed every word that she had said in the days leading up to this—and felt everything that their mother did. Meaning Cassandra’s gentle stomach rubbing was akin to a sculptor of life. Molding the very personalities of her unborn—into something that closely resembled her own feelings and desires.
Creating a growing urge to be closer to their mother each time that they had received her loving touch. Until the mere thought of being held in her arms was starting to make the first son restless in her womb. At least before the mother had started humming a lullaby that seemed to possess a power of its own. Briefly captivating her audience of two with the song. But also sparking an intense curiosity in the second son that was wondering how she was doing that. Further motivating a yearning to be seen by their mother and unleash themselves out into the world. Provoking the same urgent sensation that brought their mother to the edge of the bed.
Quickly breaking the illusion that the birth was of a human child; when his long bright-red tail unfurled, along with the lower half of the hatchling’s scaly body that began squirming free. Kicking his stubby little legs around in mid-air until his folded wings slid out. As one final push helped him unceremoniously drop onto the bedroom floor, rear first, with an audible thud. Assuming no one was there to catch his descent and immediately feel the heat emanating from the horned lizard. Regardless, his dull spiky body would pose no harm, as the baby dragon would look up at his mother with great big eyes and a wide toothless smile.
The reaction of which, prompted the second larger hatchling’s head to emerge, as he’d scooted himself out faster than his brother. Visibly not-so comfortable with being in a stranger’s grasp, and quick to land down on all fours onto the bedroom floor. With his light gray body and sharper features looking closer to their father’s. The second hatchling began to tear up and let out a soft cry.
Not that informing those of your intentions had saved him from the militia group that found him forging for food…
Yet his last mistake in death was neglecting to emphasize how critical their earliest moments would be for forming their bond. Only instructing her to be equal parts affectionate and scrupulous during the hatchlings’ development. For her sons listened and absorbed every word that she had said in the days leading up to this—and felt everything that their mother did. Meaning Cassandra’s gentle stomach rubbing was akin to a sculptor of life. Molding the very personalities of her unborn—into something that closely resembled her own feelings and desires.
Creating a growing urge to be closer to their mother each time that they had received her loving touch. Until the mere thought of being held in her arms was starting to make the first son restless in her womb. At least before the mother had started humming a lullaby that seemed to possess a power of its own. Briefly captivating her audience of two with the song. But also sparking an intense curiosity in the second son that was wondering how she was doing that. Further motivating a yearning to be seen by their mother and unleash themselves out into the world. Provoking the same urgent sensation that brought their mother to the edge of the bed.
* * *
Quickly breaking the illusion that the birth was of a human child; when his long bright-red tail unfurled, along with the lower half of the hatchling’s scaly body that began squirming free. Kicking his stubby little legs around in mid-air until his folded wings slid out. As one final push helped him unceremoniously drop onto the bedroom floor, rear first, with an audible thud. Assuming no one was there to catch his descent and immediately feel the heat emanating from the horned lizard. Regardless, his dull spiky body would pose no harm, as the baby dragon would look up at his mother with great big eyes and a wide toothless smile.
The reaction of which, prompted the second larger hatchling’s head to emerge, as he’d scooted himself out faster than his brother. Visibly not-so comfortable with being in a stranger’s grasp, and quick to land down on all fours onto the bedroom floor. With his light gray body and sharper features looking closer to their father’s. The second hatchling began to tear up and let out a soft cry.
I have never done well with constant interruptions when trying to write something. It might as well completely kill all momentum that I might've had otherwise.
Yeah, I can occasionally benefit from taking breaks when I choose to. But my friends know how much it annoys me when I'm interrupted mid-writing session. But it has never stopped them from doing it a million times anyway.
Guess there's always tomorrow.
Yeah, I can occasionally benefit from taking breaks when I choose to. But my friends know how much it annoys me when I'm interrupted mid-writing session. But it has never stopped them from doing it a million times anyway.
Guess there's always tomorrow.
TIL: Filterkeys is a computer feature that can turn itself on without your knowledge and makes your keyboard non-functional.
Why is this a feature?
Why is this a feature?
Cassandra was able to access her fortune from the Manor at any time. Using the same method that she used to get here from the dragon’s lair in the first place; by navigating through an underground tunnel network that connected them both together. Keeping her inherited wealth safe and hidden behind a secret passage that was deep within the castle’s basement. Unlikely for anyone else to find it, without her explicit approval and knowledge. Since someone needed a key shaped like one of the elder dragon’s scales to unlock the basement’s sealed door. Just to end up going downstairs and finding themselves overwhelmed inside of the Lothric’s personal storage space. Hopelessly cluttered with bizarre collections and dusty tchotchkes, that made it nightmarishly difficult to blindly search for her riches.
But it was a treasury worth protecting. Being far more valuable than the massive amount of gold that the old dragon had collected in his lifetime. For she'd be able to find numerous rare objects that he buried underneath the golden piles within his lair. Some being priceless artifacts that rich collectors would’ve traded nearly anything for. So her eventual discovery would prove rewarding, but also comforting, after not seeing a single human bone anywhere inside the cave. Confirming his story about how she was the first human in a while to come across his homestead. Aside from the Lothric family—which remained a complete mystery to her.
As it seemed like her new home was full of potential mysteries. Ones especially confusing for her hired staff. That surely had reservations to work there—even with such lucrative pay being offered. That is—before they decided to travel there themselves. Wondering if the many rumors of what lurked in the landscape were over-exaggerated tales. When Cassandra—nor a single one of them—would've come across a monster or predator anywhere near the premises. However, unbeknownst to them, there was a critical reason that the dangers were no longer present. Two of them to be precise. As every single creature had sensed the impending arrival of the dragons in her womb and immediately fled en masse. Until songbirds and smaller critters were all that was left of the swamp’s inhabitants.
Making each of her mornings peaceful and serene. As the two hatchlings developed fast and kept her body temperature perfectly warm. Regardless of what clothes she wore, or lack thereof, once her stomach grew large enough to make anything but personally-tailored outfits impossible to put on. Yet the ongoing swelling never caused her an ounce of pain or discomfort. In fact, any weakness or illnesses that she might’ve had before, would've been cured over the progressing days. Still able to freely move herself around with relative ease, despite being advised to rest in her bed. Meaning her pregnancy had only really changed how frequently she desired to eat and drink. Acquiring a more ferocious appetite to match those she was nurturing. Fortunately satiated by the cooks that seemed to be preparing food almost nonstop to meet their gluttonous demands.
So it had certainly been quite a unique experience for Cassandra and those who she trusted to employ. Though the mother would receive an extra surprise when she greeted the two slumbering inside; an answer back. For both of their eyes would open simultaneously upon hearing what ended up being a wake up call. Hearing these two unique voices telepathically enter her head, that were unmistakably her offspring. Her sons speaking to her for the first time; one sounding giddy and other shyly sincere. Making Cassandra suddenly sense that the birth was fast approaching...
But it was a treasury worth protecting. Being far more valuable than the massive amount of gold that the old dragon had collected in his lifetime. For she'd be able to find numerous rare objects that he buried underneath the golden piles within his lair. Some being priceless artifacts that rich collectors would’ve traded nearly anything for. So her eventual discovery would prove rewarding, but also comforting, after not seeing a single human bone anywhere inside the cave. Confirming his story about how she was the first human in a while to come across his homestead. Aside from the Lothric family—which remained a complete mystery to her.
As it seemed like her new home was full of potential mysteries. Ones especially confusing for her hired staff. That surely had reservations to work there—even with such lucrative pay being offered. That is—before they decided to travel there themselves. Wondering if the many rumors of what lurked in the landscape were over-exaggerated tales. When Cassandra—nor a single one of them—would've come across a monster or predator anywhere near the premises. However, unbeknownst to them, there was a critical reason that the dangers were no longer present. Two of them to be precise. As every single creature had sensed the impending arrival of the dragons in her womb and immediately fled en masse. Until songbirds and smaller critters were all that was left of the swamp’s inhabitants.
* * *
Making each of her mornings peaceful and serene. As the two hatchlings developed fast and kept her body temperature perfectly warm. Regardless of what clothes she wore, or lack thereof, once her stomach grew large enough to make anything but personally-tailored outfits impossible to put on. Yet the ongoing swelling never caused her an ounce of pain or discomfort. In fact, any weakness or illnesses that she might’ve had before, would've been cured over the progressing days. Still able to freely move herself around with relative ease, despite being advised to rest in her bed. Meaning her pregnancy had only really changed how frequently she desired to eat and drink. Acquiring a more ferocious appetite to match those she was nurturing. Fortunately satiated by the cooks that seemed to be preparing food almost nonstop to meet their gluttonous demands.
So it had certainly been quite a unique experience for Cassandra and those who she trusted to employ. Though the mother would receive an extra surprise when she greeted the two slumbering inside; an answer back. For both of their eyes would open simultaneously upon hearing what ended up being a wake up call. Hearing these two unique voices telepathically enter her head, that were unmistakably her offspring. Her sons speaking to her for the first time; one sounding giddy and other shyly sincere. Making Cassandra suddenly sense that the birth was fast approaching...
“Mornie mama!”
“Ma-morning mama…”
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