I Made These All By Myself

[I Made These All By Myself]

Finally starting to put things back together. Tomorrow I’m moving to Cincinnati. Gonna be working as a developer for a big company. I’m both excited and terrified. This company is at least 100x larger than the one I used to work for, and that’s not even an exaggeration. But the 20% pay raise is totally worth it. Of course, my apartment won’t be available until a week after I start, so I’ll be living in what is essentially a hotel for a while.

My car broke down a little while ago, this time for good, so I had to get one of my parent’s cars fixed for them so I could drive it to interviews. That sucked pretty bad. But now I have a NEW new car purchased with my own money and that feels pretty great.

It’s going to be nice to move a lot closer to where I went to college. It’ll be nice to see some people again.

[I Made These All By Myself]

This is an older one I never posted. At first I didn’t like it, but after a bit of editing (while cleaning out old files) I thought it sounded good enough.

[I Made These All By Myself]

I figured I’d post what I’d been working on, even though I’m not happy with how it came out.

I’m moving to new tools soon. Up until this point, I had been using an old ‘98-era midi editor, then filtering them through a pseudo-famicom plugin and doing some final edits in audacity. This time, however, the editor kept chewing up the output. Also its started crashing as the song gets longer, hence the abrupt ending. You can really hear how bad it got chewed up in the drum parts. SO, I figured I’d just post this without editing, just to get it over with.

[I Made These All By Myself]

Just got laid off. If I decide to do any ranting I’ll tag it as #rant. Feel free to ignore if you feel like it.

[I Made These All By Myself]

So the eventual outcome of this project was to make a quick fantasy character generator for use in tabletop games. It’s far from finished, but thus far I’ve got physical traits down. For example:

(Insert Name)…is a slightly masculine hunter. They would be described as towering with a thin body. They are adorned with hirsute hair, and their hair is naturally white. Their grey eyes are surrounded by a sea of dark skin, and when it comes to facial hair, they are a fan of the balbo style. They are easily picked out from a crowd by their scarred face and body tattoos.

It needs some work on the wording, but there’s enough content to get some pretty good results. Eventually I’ll add more descriptors, but the next step is setting up the personality and social status generators.

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I’ve been working on a project today, a part of which is a random name generator. The idea was to generate fantasy names using a list of ~15k syllables and patterns of common names. Some of them cane out pretty good, such as:

Peyramsbreath Lyute Rendskite

Some came out pretty generic, but moderately interesting, like:

Teybran Scout Staltotzrin

Most are pretty bad. Try to pronounce this without stumbling:

Stroudsmiksles Sinks Sodmiceroadsgold

And my favorite name of all:

Golfedgaym Bohmd-Tlohng Meshkthrash Whutsmob

Which is pronounced:

Golfed-Game Bombed-Thlong Meesh-Thrash What’s-Mob

Expect more soon

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The recording crystal spins in its chassis, simultaneously playing back its contents and illuminating the club in a dazzling array of lights. The dancers are reluctant to frolic tonight, as they should be.

Finally figured out why drums didn’t work in my ancient software. I’ve been using the same old-crap programs forever. I’m probably one windows iteration away from having to run a virtual machine just to continue my laziness. Anyways, here’s what happened when I made a test track to try and fix the drums. It’s meant to be looped.

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The Herald stood over his army in preparation for his speech. His council advised him that it would be his last.

“Give them something to die for” they said.

He had built their loyalty upon riches, yet even the basest of mercenaries despised this pact. His army of sell-swords turned their eyes to their ruler, and their hearts to their fellow men.

In a few moments, he would order them to mount the final assault on the south keep.

In that same moment, they would no longer be his.

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The Luminous Desert. It tempts anyone spirited enough to brave it’s cinders and ignorant enough to ignore the warnings. One man, immortal, stands at the jaws of the Luminous Desert. The glassy ashes flick in the wind onto his cheek, which begins to bleed gently. The desert begs for him, cries for him. He advances into the dust in hopes that he will never be seen again, whether he finds something better or perishes.

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Here one felt a sense of impending dread and loneliness, but it was strangely comforting. This place, where the white trees shed year-round and the river ran with cider, smothered it’s visitors in a blanket of anxiety. Should one dare to trek the river, they will find the source of the gluttonous liquid, and it simply adores being disturbed.