Here is some more of that new thing:
“Alien Swarm is a free, top-down, fast-paced shooter in which you [and a team of up to 3 other players] gun down. . . Well, swarms of aliens.
And let me tell you, it will be a team of up to 3 other players. To try and fight your way through this alone is a near impossible task, Alien Swarm is a very difficult game. It’s great. The aliens alone aren’t strong. They are limited to melee or incredibly slow ranged missiles and are dispatched easily. But of course, there are swarms of them. Without quick maneuvering and teamwork you can become easily surrounded and you’ll soon discover that the player characters are about as hardy as the aliens you’ve been gunning down.”
I’ve started a new thing:
Haha, woah. I’ve been productive and wrote a short thing in relation to the longer thing I’m trying to write.
How about that?
Tomb Raider is awesome, Mirror’s Edge is still pretty, Age of Empires II HD Rerelease is full of nostalgia, I’m still addicted to League of Legends despite the terrible community, oh and I also published a book.
I’ve updated the Comics page of my website to make it easier/more intuitive to navigate to multi-parters.
I’ve also purchased BIT.TRIP Runner 2 and it is an example of a game that surpasses its original in every single way. Go buy it.
I’ve avoided Aliens Colonial Marines because it makes me sad, but I also seem to be alone in thinking that Aliens Vs Predator 2010 is a really good game?
You may have noticed that site has changed a teeny tiny bit: IT NOW CONTAINS MY MOST PRIVATE WRITINGS.
Sometimes I write things and I think that the things I write are entertaining, so now I’ve got a page to put the things I write.
On the top of the list 100 WORDS, which soon after coming up with entirely by myself I discover that other people do it to. BUT BASICALLY its where I write short stories or descriptions, so short in fact that they are only 100 words! Trust me! Don’t count them!
Second up we have COLD HARD STREETS, a hard-hitting cop drama featuring the hard boiled hero in his most daring adventure yet. I wrote this for school coursework, and then improved it for posting online a few months later and then forgot to post it for another few months.
And thirdly, but not finally, unless something horrible happens, A JOB WELL DONE. An adventure in not using dialogue and employing strange naming conventions in a stylized manner. Probably influenced by my recent playing of Fallen London.
Read them, or forever have the feeling of a page unread haunt you forever.
So I’ve been doing a thing on Tumblr where I write “things” that are only 100 words in length, though I think 1 of them might be off the mark as Microsoft Word lies to me about word counts and I don’t really want to spend my nights counting words.
The point is, here are 4 of them:
The young man thought it important to note that, despite his unfortunate appearance caused by a recent violent altercation, the fellow he fought with, an old friend until events that had recently transpired caused the relationship to turn sour, had been damaged far worse. Indeed, a crooked nose and swollen eye were nought compared to a cracked knuckle and broken thumb in his eyes. Though some may beg to differ had they been informed of the nature behind the young man’s assailant’s hand injuries, a powerful punch backfiring somewhat due to the attacker’s inexperience. Regardless, they both looked quite foolish.
I feel obliged to put forward the assertion that the faults of our relationship were not your own, which is to say I object to the idea that you are to blame for our altercations; for I feel that I need to carry the burden of guilt. Indeed, life leads us down many paths and ours are simply diverging, again, not through fault of your own, but due to changes in my outlook of the world and growth as a person. That isn’t to say I’ve raised my standards. I simply mean to put forward that it’s me, not you.
Ten seconds on the clock and I’m wondering whether – nine - this is actually happening; not long on the squad – eight – and I’m already confronted with something as cliche as – seven – a bomb with an actual countdown. I’m half expecting – six – some sort of masked villain to enter the room – five – to announce his plan, but I don’t think he’d – four – have time for that. And now there are only three seconds left on the clock and I realize I’ve wasted – two – my final thoughts. I don’t even have any kick – one – ass final words. I hope someone remembers to feed the—
Good morning, o’ apple of my eye, love of my life, lime of my. . . light? That’s not one, is it? I was on a roll then too. I hope you enjoy bacon because I’ve grilled way too much for just one sarnie – and you know I don’t eat much in the mornings. No, don’t worry about getting up – I’ll bring it to you, breakfast in bed! As if you have a choice, but it’s your own fault for trying to escape the other day. Maybe if you’re good today I’ll untie you. But only if you are good!