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Devlog, one
Recently started looking into how to make a video game. it's something I've done before, basically every time writing is bothering me, and now we're trying again. I'm hoping to be successful this time though, so I'm blogging my progress to try to keep committed. Just keeping this amongst my normal rubbish because I don't care enough to make a side blog
The game is called Descent. It's a 2d, pixelated, action-adventure(maybe?), with very simple story about fighting your way through a glacier cave and into hell. I'm planning on it have no dialogue or text, besides what you need to teach controls, so most of the story(which I'm not saying now) will be told with music and vibe
Means I have to learn how to make music though
At the moment I've spent most of my time trying to figure out the character, and learning pixel art. It's not great... But it works at the moment I guess. haven't yet gotten the sword and shield on, couldn't get it done very well, and the walk cycle is a little goofy, but it works. Probably will work on it a little more later
Speaking of sword and shield, the main idea for the game works around a semi neat combat system. Using six to eight buttons you can control the positions of your sword and shield in different ways to better assist yourself, and to get past enemy protections. No sure how to describe it so we'll leave it at that
Anyways, I've started to code the movement, and do have the sprite switching depending on direction, which is nice. However, the down key doesn't work and I don't know why. Really bugging me, gonna make a help post on reddit for it.
These are the videos, and Pinterest post, I used to get started with art and code, not always fully:
Lying Next to Me by raethye
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung
Length: 43.2K, complete
Tags: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Spies & Secret Agents, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Secret Agent Kim Seokjin | Jin, Honeypot Kim Taehyung | V, Revenge, The Plot Thickens, Danger, Light Angst, Shameless Smut, Peril, Fluff and Humor, Bad Jokes, Seduction, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Falling In Love, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Death, Original Character(s), Mentioned Bangtan Boys | BTS Member(s), Light Bondage, Aged-Up Character(s), only a little bit, Action & Romance, maybe more than light angst, tragic backstory, families suck sometimes, Strangers to Lovers, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V
Soulmates are a mixed bag of good and awful in Taehyung’s opinion. It’s great to know there’s some person out there who is theoretically perfect—whatever that can possibly be for him—but his person could at least try to live like there’s also someone perfect for them wandering the world.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35640382
Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
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Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Chapter 14 will post tomorrow at 9AM CST! catch up with the action now!
Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Chapter 15 of Soulless Prince has posted!
~~~~ Floritan burst to his feet. "You will not be considering that thing equally!" he shouted, stabbing a finger at Solace.
Slightly irritated at being called 'that thing' Solace considered throwing something at him.
Charlotte slapped the table hard enough to bounce their dishes. "Solace is the rightfully born prince of this kingdom."
"He's soulless!" another woman shouted.
“He’s an imposter!” someone else accused.
"Soulless. I keep getting called that, but I don’t particularly agree with that assessment,” Solace said, though his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of shouting now filling the room. Gwain heard, though, and looked at Solace with a hint of sympathy as if getting drowned out by other people was a common occurrence for him.
The blonde at the other end of the table bent forward and slowly sank back into her seat. She was laughing so hard that her face had turned bright red. The dark-haired young man next to her turned with an admonishment, but she wasn't listening.
"What did it look like before you cleaned?" he asked.
Reed went to the windows. They were dusty and undisturbed.
"Well… His Highness's hairpin was on the floor. But that's it," Marigold said. She pulled her apron between her hands, starting to get nervous with Patrick and Reed’s serious tone.
"Hard to make a mess when he's the only thing in here," Patrick admitted as he turned slowly, looking around the room as well. “Has anyone else been to see him this morning?”
“No. Everyone’s busy getting ready for dinner tonight,” Marigold said.
“How long was he alone in here?” Patrick asked, pulling out a notebook to start writing her answers.
“Eh…” she shifted nervously. “We’ve left him alone before. Why is it suddenly a problem?”
Reed knelt to look at the floor. Patrick was a good investigator, but some things he just wasn’t going to think to look for. Although Reed wasn't sure what he was looking for either. Circles of salt? Candle wax? Mythiric was a world that had a rich history of magic and swords that could cut stone, but all that was in the past. They’d lost the knowledge about two thousand years prior when the first queen of Durshand had purged the corrupt priests of some demon religion. His history lessons had been over five years ago and his disappointment that he couldn’t sling fireballs or summon monsters as pets had caused him to lose interest.
“It’s not a problem,” Patrick assured. “We’re just… looking into something.”
Marigold fidgeted. "Reed? What are you doing?"
"I'd say it was witchcraft, but y'all ain't got that here." He got up, dusting his hands and pants. Ten years he'd been in this world, and all that time he'd thought soullessness was just this low-technology world's way of describing birth defects. Boy, was I wrong… Apparently, inert lumps of flesh can spontaneously become complete assholes.
"What?"
"Never mind," Reed said in English, then waved it off. Correcting to Durrish, he asked, “Can you answer the question, Marigold?”
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Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
“Think about it. The Soulless Prince wakes up on Blessing Day, just before the crown competition announcement. Nyltia herself said Gwain was to be king. She’s been insisting Solace not be composted for seventeen years. Y’all’s goddess has been all over this mess from the start. Yet you’re denying that maybe she knew this shit was about to explode and gave us a weapon?”
Turning to look back at Reed, Captain Raccoon lifted both his brows to his hairline. “A Han lecturing a Dur on Nyltia’s faith? Now I’ve seen it all.”
Reed shook his head, lifting his hands out. Figuring he’d gotten as far as he was going to get on this, he stood. “Just tell everyone to stay indoors at night, no wild parties.”
Raccoon lifted his brows again, this time sarcastically. “You tell the Hans that.”
“Yeah. I know. They’re loud.” He waved his hand dismissively.
"What did it look like before you cleaned?" he asked.
Reed went to the windows. They were dusty and undisturbed.
"Well… His Highness's hairpin was on the floor. But that's it," Marigold said. She pulled her apron between her hands, starting to get nervous with Patrick and Reed’s serious tone.
"Hard to make a mess when he's the only thing in here," Patrick admitted as he turned slowly, looking around the room as well. “Has anyone else been to see him this morning?”
“No. Everyone’s busy getting ready for dinner tonight,” Marigold said.
“How long was he alone in here?” Patrick asked, pulling out a notebook to start writing her answers.
“Eh…” she shifted nervously. “We’ve left him alone before. Why is it suddenly a problem?”
Reed knelt to look at the floor. Patrick was a good investigator, but some things he just wasn’t going to think to look for. Although Reed wasn't sure what he was looking for either. Circles of salt? Candle wax? Mythiric was a world that had a rich history of magic and swords that could cut stone, but all that was in the past. They’d lost the knowledge about two thousand years prior when the first queen of Durshand had purged the corrupt priests of some demon religion. His history lessons had been over five years ago and his disappointment that he couldn’t sling fireballs or summon monsters as pets had caused him to lose interest.
“It’s not a problem,” Patrick assured. “We’re just… looking into something.”
Marigold fidgeted. "Reed? What are you doing?"
"I'd say it was witchcraft, but y'all ain't got that here." He got up, dusting his hands and pants. Ten years he'd been in this world, and all that time he'd thought soullessness was just this low-technology world's way of describing birth defects. Boy, was I wrong… Apparently, inert lumps of flesh can spontaneously become complete assholes.
"What?"
"Never mind," Reed said in English, then waved it off. Correcting to Durrish, he asked, “Can you answer the question, Marigold?”
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Chapter 15 of Soulless Prince has posted!
~~~~ Floritan burst to his feet. "You will not be considering that thing equally!" he shouted, stabbing a finger at Solace.
Slightly irritated at being called 'that thing' Solace considered throwing something at him.
Charlotte slapped the table hard enough to bounce their dishes. "Solace is the rightfully born prince of this kingdom."
"He's soulless!" another woman shouted.
“He’s an imposter!” someone else accused.
"Soulless. I keep getting called that, but I don’t particularly agree with that assessment,” Solace said, though his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of shouting now filling the room. Gwain heard, though, and looked at Solace with a hint of sympathy as if getting drowned out by other people was a common occurrence for him.
The blonde at the other end of the table bent forward and slowly sank back into her seat. She was laughing so hard that her face had turned bright red. The dark-haired young man next to her turned with an admonishment, but she wasn't listening.
Ch18, Gwenivar gets inklings that Reed is more than he appears. Can she save him from the malicious machinations of the high nobility? Or is he destined to dangle?
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"What did it look like before you cleaned?" he asked.
Reed went to the windows. They were dusty and undisturbed.
"Well… His Highness's hairpin was on the floor. But that's it," Marigold said. She pulled her apron between her hands, starting to get nervous with Patrick and Reed’s serious tone.
"Hard to make a mess when he's the only thing in here," Patrick admitted as he turned slowly, looking around the room as well. “Has anyone else been to see him this morning?”
“No. Everyone’s busy getting ready for dinner tonight,” Marigold said.
“How long was he alone in here?” Patrick asked, pulling out a notebook to start writing her answers.
“Eh…” she shifted nervously. “We’ve left him alone before. Why is it suddenly a problem?”
Reed knelt to look at the floor. Patrick was a good investigator, but some things he just wasn’t going to think to look for. Although Reed wasn't sure what he was looking for either. Circles of salt? Candle wax? Mythiric was a world that had a rich history of magic and swords that could cut stone, but all that was in the past. They’d lost the knowledge about two thousand years prior when the first queen of Durshand had purged the corrupt priests of some demon religion. His history lessons had been over five years ago and his disappointment that he couldn’t sling fireballs or summon monsters as pets had caused him to lose interest.
“It’s not a problem,” Patrick assured. “We’re just… looking into something.”
Marigold fidgeted. "Reed? What are you doing?"
"I'd say it was witchcraft, but y'all ain't got that here." He got up, dusting his hands and pants. Ten years he'd been in this world, and all that time he'd thought soullessness was just this low-technology world's way of describing birth defects. Boy, was I wrong… Apparently, inert lumps of flesh can spontaneously become complete assholes.
"What?"
"Never mind," Reed said in English, then waved it off. Correcting to Durrish, he asked, “Can you answer the question, Marigold?”
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Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
"What did it look like before you cleaned?" he asked.
Reed went to the windows. They were dusty and undisturbed.
"Well… His Highness's hairpin was on the floor. But that's it," Marigold said. She pulled her apron between her hands, starting to get nervous with Patrick and Reed’s serious tone.
"Hard to make a mess when he's the only thing in here," Patrick admitted as he turned slowly, looking around the room as well. “Has anyone else been to see him this morning?”
“No. Everyone’s busy getting ready for dinner tonight,” Marigold said.
“How long was he alone in here?” Patrick asked, pulling out a notebook to start writing her answers.
“Eh…” she shifted nervously. “We’ve left him alone before. Why is it suddenly a problem?”
Reed knelt to look at the floor. Patrick was a good investigator, but some things he just wasn’t going to think to look for. Although Reed wasn't sure what he was looking for either. Circles of salt? Candle wax? Mythiric was a world that had a rich history of magic and swords that could cut stone, but all that was in the past. They’d lost the knowledge about two thousand years prior when the first queen of Durshand had purged the corrupt priests of some demon religion. His history lessons had been over five years ago and his disappointment that he couldn’t sling fireballs or summon monsters as pets had caused him to lose interest.
“It’s not a problem,” Patrick assured. “We’re just… looking into something.”
Marigold fidgeted. "Reed? What are you doing?"
"I'd say it was witchcraft, but y'all ain't got that here." He got up, dusting his hands and pants. Ten years he'd been in this world, and all that time he'd thought soullessness was just this low-technology world's way of describing birth defects. Boy, was I wrong… Apparently, inert lumps of flesh can spontaneously become complete assholes.
"What?"
"Never mind," Reed said in English, then waved it off. Correcting to Durrish, he asked, “Can you answer the question, Marigold?”
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"What did it look like before you cleaned?" he asked.
Reed went to the windows. They were dusty and undisturbed.
"Well… His Highness's hairpin was on the floor. But that's it," Marigold said. She pulled her apron between her hands, starting to get nervous with Patrick and Reed’s serious tone.
"Hard to make a mess when he's the only thing in here," Patrick admitted as he turned slowly, looking around the room as well. “Has anyone else been to see him this morning?”
“No. Everyone’s busy getting ready for dinner tonight,” Marigold said.
“How long was he alone in here?” Patrick asked, pulling out a notebook to start writing her answers.
“Eh…” she shifted nervously. “We’ve left him alone before. Why is it suddenly a problem?”
Reed knelt to look at the floor. Patrick was a good investigator, but some things he just wasn’t going to think to look for. Although Reed wasn't sure what he was looking for either. Circles of salt? Candle wax? Mythiric was a world that had a rich history of magic and swords that could cut stone, but all that was in the past. They’d lost the knowledge about two thousand years prior when the first queen of Durshand had purged the corrupt priests of some demon religion. His history lessons had been over five years ago and his disappointment that he couldn’t sling fireballs or summon monsters as pets had caused him to lose interest.
“It’s not a problem,” Patrick assured. “We’re just… looking into something.”
Marigold fidgeted. "Reed? What are you doing?"
"I'd say it was witchcraft, but y'all ain't got that here." He got up, dusting his hands and pants. Ten years he'd been in this world, and all that time he'd thought soullessness was just this low-technology world's way of describing birth defects. Boy, was I wrong… Apparently, inert lumps of flesh can spontaneously become complete assholes.
"What?"
"Never mind," Reed said in English, then waved it off. Correcting to Durrish, he asked, “Can you answer the question, Marigold?”
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