I don’t know if you’re like me, but I’m actually quite the romantic. Of course, I try to bring passion to all I do in life, but it’s a double edged sword – sometimes I bring that passion others admire and love, sometimes it’s a harsh and unforgiving anger.
Still, I like being passionate, romantic, loving, raging, random. It keeps things lively for my darling wife.
Never tell me the plan of attack until after we’ve already warped to the enemy fleet. The challenge of survival is refreshing.
There’s something to be said for drunkenness. It brings about a certain, a certain relaxation that allows one to express themselves freely. Of course, that is what it seems like at the time, then you listen to the actual recording and realize you were a drunken boob.
At least I had an excuse. Seleene was sober. Continue reading
TL;DR – I wouldn’t; I’m not a game developer. I do have a voice however.
I am a player. As a player there are continually broken mechanics that directly affect my game style. It irritates me to no end. I immediately think of a dozen ways to improve the broken system, then head to the forums to troll!
Once there, of course, I see that this broken mechanic has already been identified, and sometimes there are multi-page threads with ideas far more brilliant than mine as to how to fix said busted shit. Continue reading
The only way to know if a particular model is any good is to take her for a test drive.
Note to self: people don’t like being told “Enjoy!” when heading into the washroom.
Whether planet bound or capsule bound, sometimes we all need a little sunshine in our lives. Suns have long been know to be a key factor in the sustaining of life; their rich energies bathe us in cosmic warmth. Of course, sometimes it’s fun to cripple a ship and watch as the immense heat and gravitational pull of a system star completely devour our enemies, but that’s a story for another time. Continue reading
I floated towards the doorway, noticing my overturned cup of tea beside me. The liquid contents seemed frozen in slow motion, spilling outwards from the cup but never hitting the floor, much like myself.
Gravity was out on the station again. Minmatar engineering at its best. Continue reading
Applaud for others as you would for yourself.