Bought it today. They are on beta version 1.8. You know this game is great. I can build worlds in slow installments with no time obligation. I am going to contribute a little everyday and maybe post a couple screen shots when it gets cool. Right now I am still figuring out the gist of things (started over 3 times) so it's a bit frustrating and the zombies terrify me. I got it for eight bucks cheaper than the finished version will be. I love how simple it is and I'm going to work on making a cool character skin that I will post here.For those who haven't played its a game with super simple graphics where you build your own world out of blocks and elements you mine (hence the name) and the possibilities are endless. Buy it now if you want it cause when the beta is finished it will cost around thirty bucks, it's only $21.95 right now
Anywho... couple of announcements Firstly: Tune in on the last week of October for some creepy story postings.
Secondly: If you write for Fanfiction.net, Wattpad, ect. and your grammar and spelling are abysmal, you do not have the time to proof read, or you have no spell check, send me a comment or a link with the piece of writing you are working on, some form of communication, and I will proof read it for you and send it back to you in better shape then it was before. I could use the practice. Plus anyone who reads this and can give me any tips on writing or have picked up on errors please feel free to tell me (in a respectful manner) it would be much appreciated!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Song of the week 10/17/11
I have a lot in common with this song. The piano is just beautiful. It reminds me of the rain.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Quotes
It is through silence we speak the loudest
What is madness but nobility of soul
without darkness there is no light
money may make the world go round but love makes the sun come up and down
you never realize what you have until its gone(story of my life)
when a door opens a window opens
if we burn you burn with us
if you love something let it go
human kind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth
What is wrong with this magician, I can't even save the life of this girl in front of me (if you recognize this one please tell me, you deserve a cookie)
“If there hadn't been a sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be copper; and lead just lead. It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.”
My quote: There may be no breaks in life, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to keep your foot off the gas
What is madness but nobility of soul
without darkness there is no light
money may make the world go round but love makes the sun come up and down
you never realize what you have until its gone(story of my life)
when a door opens a window opens
if we burn you burn with us
if you love something let it go
human kind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth
What is wrong with this magician, I can't even save the life of this girl in front of me (if you recognize this one please tell me, you deserve a cookie)
“If there hadn't been a sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be copper; and lead just lead. It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.”
My quote: There may be no breaks in life, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to keep your foot off the gas
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Anti Socials Ch.2
Author's Note: Ch1 and prologue found here http://lookerpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/anti-socials-prologue-and-ch1.html
"What was that?" I angrily asked my sister, who flinched away from the sound of an upcoming scolding. We both knew I already knew the answer, and she remained silent as we walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. I decided to skip out on the lecture. She looked miserable enough and had instantly understood her mistake. So I drill her.
"What happens if they find out?" we both knew the answer. It had been drilled into our heads since we were small children.
"They take us away, we never see mom or dad or Jason again." The thought of never seeing our parents or younger brother again made her eyes water. I continue anyways.
"What happens to mom and dad?" I open the door to the cafeteria.
"They spend the rest of their lives in prison." Ella chokes this out in a whisper. We step inside, grab our usual table.
"What," I ask, leaning across to look in the eyes " happens to Jason? To us?"
She doesn't answer doesn't look at me as she rifles through her bag, looking for the paper sack that holds her lunch. Its a distraction. A means to avoid answering the hardest question of them all. She knows. I know. She finds the crumpled paper bag sets it on the table, not touching the contents inside. Neither of us are hungry. Our conversation was quiet. We made sure to keep a safe distance from the other students and talked so low so that no one could make out even a snatch of the conversation. But now I reach out and touch the feathery existence that is my sister's mind. And there I find my answer.
In her mind is a montage of newspaper clippings and evening reports telling of the capture of children like us. With special abilities. Pictures of children flash by. Their faces are different in so many ways, but they have the same expression on them one by one as they flash by. Their eyes are distant, glassy. Their shoulders are slumped, from exhaustion or sorrow or both I do not know. And all of them look broken, and I know as I see them that the world they live in is inaccessible and inescapable, and in it there is no hope no future. Just sorrow and longing. And I know from this signature expression that all these kids are in the Crib. Its real name is the Human Hazard Protection Center. But it gets its name because none of the kids that were put there are older than fifteen. All of them have abilities that when wielded in anger could cause enormous problems for civilians. Children like us.
I withdraw. Ella's on the verge of tears, still not looking me in the face. We eat in silence. Suddenly I jump as someone whacks me in the back of the head. I turn and glare angrily into the laughing green eyes of my friend Josh, and standing a couple of feet away is Maria. Josh is tall with a muscular build and jet black hair. Several girls in the school whisper about him in the school bathroom, and I know more than a few girls are now shooting burning glares at my back. Maria is prissy, her clothes is always looking like they've been freshly ironed and forever free of stains, lint, or any other uncleanly piece of matter you could imagine. She has chestnut brown hair that rests neatly on her shoulders in perfect orderly waves. Maria and Josh are constantly bickering, what with her neat freak attitude constantly clashing with his slovenly one.
I rub the back of my head "Y'know if you spent a little more time reading those books instead of using them to bludgeon your friends, you might do a bit better on your tests."
He grins "Aww c'mon we all know as soon as I am out of this school some Hollywood producer is going to snatch me up and put me on the big screen."
Maria snorts " Any movie with your face in it is sure to be a horror movie."
Both sit down at the table and continue bickering. I sigh and roll my eyes. Ella giggles, having quickly recovered from the conversation that took place just moments ago. It seemed that instead of telekinesis Ella had an unnatural optimistic attitude that was as permanent as a sharpie. I allow a small smile at my friends antics and join in on the teasing, just hoping silently that Ella took the talk we had to heart. I broadcast this into her head, and she nods, just slightly, to let me know she did.
"What was that?" I angrily asked my sister, who flinched away from the sound of an upcoming scolding. We both knew I already knew the answer, and she remained silent as we walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. I decided to skip out on the lecture. She looked miserable enough and had instantly understood her mistake. So I drill her.
"What happens if they find out?" we both knew the answer. It had been drilled into our heads since we were small children.
"They take us away, we never see mom or dad or Jason again." The thought of never seeing our parents or younger brother again made her eyes water. I continue anyways.
"What happens to mom and dad?" I open the door to the cafeteria.
"They spend the rest of their lives in prison." Ella chokes this out in a whisper. We step inside, grab our usual table.
"What," I ask, leaning across to look in the eyes " happens to Jason? To us?"
She doesn't answer doesn't look at me as she rifles through her bag, looking for the paper sack that holds her lunch. Its a distraction. A means to avoid answering the hardest question of them all. She knows. I know. She finds the crumpled paper bag sets it on the table, not touching the contents inside. Neither of us are hungry. Our conversation was quiet. We made sure to keep a safe distance from the other students and talked so low so that no one could make out even a snatch of the conversation. But now I reach out and touch the feathery existence that is my sister's mind. And there I find my answer.
In her mind is a montage of newspaper clippings and evening reports telling of the capture of children like us. With special abilities. Pictures of children flash by. Their faces are different in so many ways, but they have the same expression on them one by one as they flash by. Their eyes are distant, glassy. Their shoulders are slumped, from exhaustion or sorrow or both I do not know. And all of them look broken, and I know as I see them that the world they live in is inaccessible and inescapable, and in it there is no hope no future. Just sorrow and longing. And I know from this signature expression that all these kids are in the Crib. Its real name is the Human Hazard Protection Center. But it gets its name because none of the kids that were put there are older than fifteen. All of them have abilities that when wielded in anger could cause enormous problems for civilians. Children like us.
I withdraw. Ella's on the verge of tears, still not looking me in the face. We eat in silence. Suddenly I jump as someone whacks me in the back of the head. I turn and glare angrily into the laughing green eyes of my friend Josh, and standing a couple of feet away is Maria. Josh is tall with a muscular build and jet black hair. Several girls in the school whisper about him in the school bathroom, and I know more than a few girls are now shooting burning glares at my back. Maria is prissy, her clothes is always looking like they've been freshly ironed and forever free of stains, lint, or any other uncleanly piece of matter you could imagine. She has chestnut brown hair that rests neatly on her shoulders in perfect orderly waves. Maria and Josh are constantly bickering, what with her neat freak attitude constantly clashing with his slovenly one.
I rub the back of my head "Y'know if you spent a little more time reading those books instead of using them to bludgeon your friends, you might do a bit better on your tests."
He grins "Aww c'mon we all know as soon as I am out of this school some Hollywood producer is going to snatch me up and put me on the big screen."
Maria snorts " Any movie with your face in it is sure to be a horror movie."
Both sit down at the table and continue bickering. I sigh and roll my eyes. Ella giggles, having quickly recovered from the conversation that took place just moments ago. It seemed that instead of telekinesis Ella had an unnatural optimistic attitude that was as permanent as a sharpie. I allow a small smile at my friends antics and join in on the teasing, just hoping silently that Ella took the talk we had to heart. I broadcast this into her head, and she nods, just slightly, to let me know she did.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Song of the week 10/10/11
This song just takes me to another world.... I love the fact no one really knows what the title means.
If you don't well wiki exist for a reason friends.
If you don't well wiki exist for a reason friends.
Hunger Games
Incredibly sad, incredibly good read. highly recommended. Psyched for the movie. This short clip sums up every thing so heartbreaking and wrong about the situation in the book.
My interpretation is that the trilogy centers on how the greatest monstrosity of war is sacrificing innocents in war (especially children) and that we only destroy ourselves by harming children. War means sacrifice, by the people who fight, who die, who win, who lose. But how much is acceptable to sacrifice? The Hunger Games series seems to cry out that no matter what cause you are pursuing, no cause justifies the death of those who had no hand in the disputes of their elders, who have committed no wrong but are caught in the crossfire or punished for crimes they did not commit. And all too often who are these people? Beautiful, innocent children who are taught to hate, not born hating. It is a strange miracle it is, that children have to be taught to hate, but are born loving. I hope that if you read or have read this series it changes your life the way it did mine. It leaves me with an empty sad feeling, but with an inspiration to write.
Note: this does not count as the song of the week. All songs of the week will be titled as so. Will begin working on 2nd chapter of my stories.
My interpretation is that the trilogy centers on how the greatest monstrosity of war is sacrificing innocents in war (especially children) and that we only destroy ourselves by harming children. War means sacrifice, by the people who fight, who die, who win, who lose. But how much is acceptable to sacrifice? The Hunger Games series seems to cry out that no matter what cause you are pursuing, no cause justifies the death of those who had no hand in the disputes of their elders, who have committed no wrong but are caught in the crossfire or punished for crimes they did not commit. And all too often who are these people? Beautiful, innocent children who are taught to hate, not born hating. It is a strange miracle it is, that children have to be taught to hate, but are born loving. I hope that if you read or have read this series it changes your life the way it did mine. It leaves me with an empty sad feeling, but with an inspiration to write.
Note: this does not count as the song of the week. All songs of the week will be titled as so. Will begin working on 2nd chapter of my stories.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Song of the week 10/6/11
So. Gunna post a song of the week. It can and will come from anywhere. This week is Omna Magni
She speaks in here own language, so don't try to find a translation. Make your own. Its much more meaningful that way. Did this as a means of procrastinating. Also this site will become my playlist, y'know with a bunch of awesome weird foreign songs on it.
She speaks in here own language, so don't try to find a translation. Make your own. Its much more meaningful that way. Did this as a means of procrastinating. Also this site will become my playlist, y'know with a bunch of awesome weird foreign songs on it.
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