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Find and Kill...?

The Story So Far

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all fours he strode, as he raced toward a lone, majestic chicken. The very sight of it brought a red mist over his eyes. Red, being the closest comparable colour, for Kevin did not see using the visible spectrum. His pace quickened, his muscles pumped, and his residual talons honed. With a perfectly timed flick of the hips, his blade leaped from its scabbard and landed flat between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard and damage the steel. As he pounced, he studied his adversary’s fine coat, it’s dark amber eyes, and it’s magnificent mane.

Wait, this was no lone majestic chicken it was the lord of all horses, and my friend for an age. It was all over in an instant. Kevin stood motionless perfectly balanced on one hand as Lord Horseworthy's severed head settled on the ground. In a move more beautiful than a winter sunrise, more graceful than a ballerina, and more deadly that death itself Kevin simultaneously ended the regal beast’s life, and surpassed his own record at one armed pushups. After all, the horse was MY friend for an age - not Kevin's. He has no friends. That would require base level human emotion. The scent of the freshly spilled royal equestrian blood hung thick in the air. This did more than awaken Kevin's appetite however.The ground shook violently as something approached him. In a casual flick of his little finger Kevin was upright once more, blade in hand - just in time to lock eyes with the boat to Solstheim. The majestic vessel came about in the port below, sails furled, with its glorious silver chicken masthead glinting in the morning sunlight. He hastily took the hide from the Lord of all horses, it would make several good sets of breeches, as royal horse leather was all that could contain him. With a skip in his step he rose, booted the beasts head far, far into the distance, and made his way to the gangplank of the ship below. He breathed deep, as he FUS ROH DAH'D the boat!

By uttering the words of the dragon tongue, Kevin unwittingly blasted the boat way up into the air, and all the way around the globe. Across Nern the inhabitants gazed sky-wards wondering what on earth the object could be that rocketed across the sky. Kevin stood unflinching, atop the fore-mast as the boat raced through the air. Steering the craft as best he could he aimed for his favourite place in the whole of Tamriel. He dropped out of the sky only to land Gently into port, at the Solstheim docks.

Unmoved by this incredible feat of aerial navigation on what is obviously a maritime vessel, Kevin boldly stepped from the ship and onto solid land. As he broke into a cruising canter, he heard distant cries as the boat cracked in half and sank behind him, drowning all on board. Kevin smiled. Or was it a smile? No man can tell. But as Kevin left Raven Rock, he remembered he had unfinished business on this puny landmass. He pulled a piece of paper from his inventory, and written atop were the words:

YOU DECIDE

FUS RO DUH!

The Story So Far

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all fours he strode, as he raced toward a lone, majestic chicken. The very sight of it brought a red mist over his eyes. Red, being the closest comparable colour, for Kevin did not see using the visible spectrum. His pace quickened, his muscles pumped, and his residual talons honed. With a perfectly timed flick of the hips, his blade leaped from its scabbard and landed flat between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard and damage the steel. As he pounced, he studied his adversary’s fine coat, it’s dark amber eyes, and it’s magnificent mane.

Wait, this was no lone majestic chicken it was the lord of all horses, and my friend for an age. It was all over in an instant. Kevin stood motionless perfectly balanced on one hand as Lord Horseworthy's severed head settled on the ground. In a move more beautiful than a winter sunrise, more graceful than a ballerina, and more deadly that death itself Kevin simultaneously ended the regal beast’s life, and surpassed his own record at one armed pushups. After all, the horse was MY friend for an age - not Kevin's. He has no friends. That would require base level human emotion. The scent of the freshly spilled royal equestrian blood hung thick in the air. This did more than awaken Kevin's appetite however.The ground shook violently as something approached him. In a casual flick of his little finger Kevin was upright once more, blade in hand - just in time to lock eyes with the boat to Solstheim. The majestic vessel came about in the port below, sails furled, with its glorious silver chicken masthead glinting in the morning sunlight. He hastily took the hide from the Lord of all horses, it would make several good sets of breeches, as royal horse leather was all that could contain him. With a skip in his step he rose, booted the beasts head far, far into the distance, and made his way to the gangplank of the ship below. He breathed deep, as he FUS ROH DAH'D the boat!

By uttering the words of the dragon tongue, Kevin unwittingly blasted the boat way up into the air, and all the way around the globe. Across Nern the inhabitants gazed sky-wards wondering what on earth the object could be that rocketed across the sky. Kevin stood unflinching, atop the fore-mast as the boat raced through the air. Steering the craft as best he could he aimed for his favourite place in the whole of Tamriel. He dropped out of the sky only to land...

YOU DECIDE

The Boat Returns

The Story So Far

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all fours he strode, as he raced toward a lone, majestic chicken. The very sight of it brought a red mist over his eyes. Red, being the closest comparable colour, for Kevin did not see using the visible spectrum. His pace quickened, his muscles pumped, and his residual talons honed. With a perfectly timed flick of the hips, his blade leaped from its scabbard and landed flat between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard and damage the steel. As he pounced, he studied his adversary’s fine coat, it’s dark amber eyes, and it’s magnificent mane. Wait, this was no lone majestic chicken it was the lord of all horses, and my friend for an age. It was all over in an instant. Kevin stood motionless perfectly balanced on one hand as Lord Horseworthy's severed head settled on the ground. In a move more beautiful than a winter sunrise, more graceful than a ballerina, and more deadly that death itself Kevin simultaneously ended the regal beast’s life, and surpassed his own record at one armed pushups. After all, the horse was MY friend for an age - not Kevin's. He has no friends. That would require base level human emotion. The scent of the freshly spilled royal equestrian blood hung thick in the air. This did more than awaken Kevin's appetite however. The ground shook violently as something approached him. In a casual flick of his little finger Kevin was upright once more, blade in hand - just in time to lock eyes with the boat to Solstheim. The majestic vessel came about in the port below, sails furled, with its glorious silver chicken masthead glinting in the morning sunlight. He hastily took the hide from the Lord of all horses, it would make several good sets of breeches, as royal horse leather was all that could contain him. With a skip in his step he rose, booted the beasts head far, far into the distance, and made his way to the gangplank of the ship below. He breathed deep, as he…

YOU DECIDE

My Friend The Dead Horse...

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all fours he strode, as he raced toward a lone, majestic chicken. The very sight of it brought a red mist over his eyes. Red, being the closest comparable colour, for Kevin did not see using the visible spectrum. His pace quickened, his muscles pumped, and his residual talons honed. With a perfectly timed flick of the hips, his blade leaped from its scabbard and landed flat between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard and damage the steel. As he pounced, he studied his adversary’s fine coat, it’s dark amber eyes, and it’s magnificent mane. Wait, this was no lone majestic chicken it was the lord of all horses, and my friend for an age. It was all over in an instant. Kevin stood motionless perfectly balanced on one hand as Lord Horseworthy's severed head settled on the ground. In a move more beautiful than a winter sunrise, more graceful than a ballerina, and more deadly that death itself Kevin simultaneously ended the regal beast’s life, and surpassed his own record at one armed pushups. After all, the horse was MY friend for an age - not Kevin's. He has no friends. That would require base level human emotion. The scent of the freshly spilled royal equestrian blood hung thick in the air. This did more than awaken Kevin's appetite however. The ground shook violently as something approached him. In a casual flick of his little finger Kevin was upright once more, blade in hand - just in time to lock eyes with...

YOU DECIDE

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More Adventures!

The Story So Far...

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all fours he strode, as he raced toward a lone, majestic chicken. The very sight of it brought a red mist over his eyes. Red, being the closest comparable colour, for Kevin did not see using the visible spectrum. His pace quickened, his muscles pumped, and his residual talons honed. With a perfectly timed flick of the hips, his blade leaped from its scabbard and landed flat between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard and damage the steel. As he pounced, he studied his adversary’s fine coat, it’s dark amber eyes, and it’s magnificent mane. Wait, this was no lone majestic chicken it was:

YOU DECIDE!

Story Time!

The Story of Kevin VanNord

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him he then suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back again. For he had an itch he did! An itch for blood. For blood sustained him, just the mere sight of it would bring a tear to his eye, if his body were capable of producing tears, which it can’t. He broke into a gallop, on all four he strode, as he raced toward...

CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT HERE

Kevin VanNord - Choose Your Own Adventure!

The Story so far...

Mist rises from the cold earth; born of blood and fire, and Kevin emerged from the belly of the world as thunder heralded his arrival. Kevin's skin. As impenetrable as skyforge steel. His expression never deviated from that of determination. As he began his ascent of the mountain before him...

What is next for Kevin VanNord? Click here to decide!

Science Links! Can Gaming Change the Way You Dream? - Reality Check

VIDEO - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3IEvon92nc

Great Article on the Verge: http://www.theverge.com/2014/1/21/5330636/video-games-effect-on-dreams

Original Research Links:

http://psycnet.apa.org/journals/drm/23/4/256/

http://psycnet.apa.org/index.cfm?fa=buy.optionToBuy&id=2009-03331-001

http://psycnet.apa.org/psycinfo/2008-19013-002

Why Are Dreams So Weird? - http://theness.com/neurologicablog/index.php/why-are-dreams-so-weird/

The Seat of Consciousness - http://theness.com/neurologicablog/index.php/the-seat-of-consciousness/

Reality Check - The Future of Game Control

Links for further info - Reality Check - The Future of Game Control - Episode 23

1) Cuttable, Printable Multitouch Sensors.

Video guide : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnTG_ZTYdVk

Science Daily Article: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2013/10/131008112437.htm

Materials - http://embodied.mpi-inf.mpg.de/research/cuttable-multi-touch-sensor/

From the University of Sarlaand - http://www.uni-saarland.de/en/

2) Tactical Haptics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=610iTKlYBVM#t=251

Here’s a good article about that controller and the tech behind it - http://www.roadtovr.com/tactical-haptics-reactive-grip-razer-hydra-gdc-2013/

And straight from the source - the University of Utah research page - http://heml.eng.utah.edu/index.php/Haptics/HomePage

3) Omni Treadmil

http://www.virtuix.com

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QpLUKGDFVM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyqjmrPrJ8s

4) Microsoft D.I.G.I.T.S

www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-19884218

http://www.engadget.com/2012/10/09/microsoft-research-digits-3d-hand-gesture-tracking/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm2IuVfNEGk

Reality Check-in 1

So Reality Check is a thing now. The What if Machine is dead, albeit only in name as the show lives on in Reality check. If you haven't watched it yet the show is all about the science of video games. So this could be taking a look at the psychology of video game society, analysing some fascinating item of Sci-Fi tech in a game, or even just fun thought experiments - See episode 5 when it goes live for an example of this.

Anyway, i wanted to start blogging about the process of producing the show as it turns out making these episodes is both hard work and a hell of a lot of fun. I imagine not many people will care, but for those that do, id love to get your input, hear your thoughts and also questions about the process, and just generally engage with like-minded people who also get excited just thinking about why console wars happen, if a human cordyceps fungus could kill us all, and what the Oculus Rift is actually doing to your brain (episode 4 btw).

Disclaimer - I'm a video producer. Video is the medium I'm best at communicating through i reckon. My writing can be good but it takes me time - and the whole point of these blogs is they are meant to be quick and snappy. Plus my spelling sucks. Thanks a bunch Dyslexia. So yeah, just get ready to ride the storm of written errors every time you read one of my posts.

So generally the process I'm going through at the moment is trying to produce each episode of Reality Check in two days. One day to research and script, one day to shoot and edit. Its a tight turnaround and already I'm noticing I'm struggling with that first day. Researching topics I am not familiar with is a long slog of a process. This weeks episode for example is all about why we collect things. Video games and video game memorabilia to be precise. I am no psychology buff but I'm fairly familiar with certain principles. So getting my head around what is already established regarding Hoarding behaviour has been a really interesting lesson.

Anyway, the point I'm getting to is that if anyone has any hints and tips for great research resources, or heck, even techniques to improve research practice, I'm all ears.

Oh, I'm also going to include in these blogs other bits of insider info - bloopers, pics of filming, other random science crap I see that inspires me to make an episode on a particular topic. SO to that end, if any of you have any ideas you would like to see Reality Check cover please please let me know. This show is going to be weekly for the foreseeable future so, I'm going to need a tonne of ideas.

Right, so that's blog one. I'm new to this process so go easy. In fact, here's an idea, let me know what you would like to see from these insider blogs. I'm open to all ideas. Except that one. Thanks for watching the show as always, and please share Reality Check with anyone who has even the slightest interest in science or video games.

Ill blog again soon, oh and in the meantime enjoy this http://i.imgur.com/czOmH79.png

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