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Three Kings' Asylum

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The sun's setting down gives way to twilight,
The wind's whispering the beloved tune,
Pulls me once again with violent might
Though half-dead by day I'm alive at night
Called upon by the most wonderful moon.

The moon is so beautiful, large and mild,
Against it the sun with its blinding light
Which burns my skin since I'm a lunar child
Becomes evermore relentless and wild.
I live neath the moon, from the sun I hide.

I don't have a home, not even a name
No belongings but the clothes I wear.
But confinement I could no longer bear
So escape soon became my only aim;
I ran away from their dubious care.

And so I chase the moon into the west,
Through the dusk of the night, o'er hill and dell,
And even with pain inside of my chest
I can never allow myself to rest.
For they chase me to bring me back to hell.

Why do they pursue me? I ask the sky,
Oh lunar goddess, please tell me just this;
Is it something I lack? Something I miss?
Why do they chase me? Please answer me why
They hate me. I'm sure a reason there is.

And I think to myself, You ask in vain;
To get answered I can't hope to achieve.
Slowly I start to think that I'm insane.
Is this the answer? So simple and plain?
Or is that what they want me to believe?

There they are, they caught me at last and when
Master Herod's beating me up I learn
I have no more chance to fight him and then
I am laid in chains by his filthy men.
I give up all for which I used to yearn.

So we drive away; and the moon stands still,
The only witness in this darkest night;
Yes, it stops as to mourn my lost free will.
Towards the house for the mentally ill,
The Three Kings' Asylum comes into sight.

And Herod's men drag me through gate and guard,
Through corridors till at a door we turn
And across the asylum's filthy inn-yard
I'm brought into high security ward.
And only some faint single gaslights burn.

And cradled there in the blood-stained old bed
I make out an inmate and hear him whine.
The little child's clothes soaked from cold sweat,
The child, poor and weak, that soon will be dead.
This place is not human, much less divine.

Then into my cell comes Doctor Gareth,
He leads me away for a cruel test,
Watching the unsteady flow of my breath
He tortures me unto the verge of death
I fear he'll tear my heart out of my chest.

He lies his instruments right at my feet:
The scalpel, to see what's beneath the skin
The electro shock machine which I'll meet,
As he says, to test my reaction's speed,
Drugs at last that make me endure this sin.

And in pain I scream and I bow my head,
But I am strapped to the doctor's table,
I lie in my blood and in my cold sweat
And I wish to be released, to be dead.
But not even to die I am able.

At last it's for the warden now he calls,
I've tried to fight this, but I'll never win.
And I'm dragged back through old familiar halls,
Dirty paper is covering their walls,
Then I'm left on the bed I'm bleeding in.

To our Anniversary

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Thou ask, why all the poetry

I write, so rare addresses thee.

I do not want to make thee sad,

It just is as simple as that:

From thee no inspiration flows

And from thine face no poem grows.

But desperation and despair

Will get me thinking, unaware

At home for me true love awaits

That ever grows and never fades.

So poetry or lack thereof

Does not imply a lack of love

For without poems thou no less

Art my true source of happiness.

Start another story - please review

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He woke up. The room he was lying in was barely lit by a faint green light. He tried to remember where he was until the more relevant question of who he was came to his mind. He had no recollection whatsoever. He tried to discern his surroundings but all he could see in the dim light was a bulky silhouette a few steps away from him. He tried to stand up. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through the room, imprinting the image of a massive crocodile-like monster with short legs, a dark fin on his back and its jaw wide open onto his retina.

Shocked from this view, he fell to the ground again.

He was blinded for the light, his head felt like it was about to burst. For a long moment he just laid there and tried to quieten the pain. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the faint green shimmer that filled the room. He saw that the crocodile was still in its place, somehow unable to move. On its left side, there was something large growing right out of the floor. He managed to stood up and took a few cautious steps. As he approached that thing, he realised that it was a giant hand pointing up in a strange gesture as if trying to catch a moth in midair.

He looked around and heared a roaring sound. In the distance the dim light was strangely differed, but felt less like a veil. He moved toward it and stared at a wall. A flash of light from behind cast his shadow upon the wall. It surpassed all that he had already seen in the past minutes. His arms ended in formless claws, his silhouette was rough, he was bent over like a werewolf and a long, thin tongue hung from his face. He broke down on his knees and this time he asked himself not who he was, but what he was.

His thoughts run in circles and between all the chaos, there was one thought who just wouldn't leave his mind and repeat itself growing ever more intense. I need to get out of here.

Another roaring sound brought him back to reality. He stood up again. He turned around. Somehow, he felt torn toward the creature with the fin on his back. He moved towards it and another flash of light, brighter than before, imprinted the image of a huge pupil-less eye which must have spanned the entire wall and was covered with hundreds of black vessels. He was blinded and again fell to the floor.

He was struck with fear and his eyes were rendered useless. With the power of desperation, he crawled toward the crocodile. His hand touched its back. It was cold, hard and felt like dead. Regaining his sight he stood in front of it. He now saw that it had not only one pair of jaws, but three. There was a big head with two yaps vertically aligned. Another minor head grew on top of it, facing up, somehow tilted in an odd direction. Suddenly he felt the urge to put his hand between the fangs of this monster. He tried to withdraw his hand but it kept moving. He settled for the lesser evil and reached for the top head. What used to be his fingertips crossed the teeth. Suddenly, he felt and agonizing pain and jumped away from the monster. His right claw was covered with a sticky, black fluid.

A roaring sound interrupted his pain and this time he sat down and covered his face with his arms. A flashing light shone red through his lids. But he managed to keep his eyes adjusted to the dark. His urge to reach into the monsters yaps kicked back in, stronger than before. He surrendered and put his left claw between the jaws he felt most strongly drawn to. There was a clicking noise. In fear he withdraw his arm, which came back ending in a long stump which eradiated a yellow light. If he had a normal, this might have scared him. But somehow he was not too sad to lose his claw. Or maybe, his brain was just incapable to process more of this horror.

In the yellow light, he looked around. He didn't dare to look directly at the gigantic eye but checked the rest of the room. It was empty except for a red-framed face without body that clinged onto a wall. On another wall beneath the source of the green shimmer, there appeared to be an exit. He ran toward it for he could not endure another one of those roaring sounds. His body recoiled from an invisible wall, twisting his right claw in a cruel ankle. He screamed in pain.

When he regained what the horror had left of his consciousness, he moved towards the only other discernible thing in this room. The red-framed faced. As he stood in front of it, it suddenly made a disgusting grimace which turned into an insane laughing filled with desperation. He smashed the stump on his left arm into the face which burst into pieces and cut his lower arm. With the right claw, which still felt moist and sticky, he fumbled into the red-frame. As he pulled his arm out, a single, long nail had grown from his bloody claw.

Once and for all incapable of wondering, his fear led him. It tought him how to survive, how to get the hell out of this place. With his long nail, he scratched the invisible wall. Again and again until his nail scraped over a slight unevenness, a notch in the wall. With all his strength and driven by pure instincts, he rammed his nail into it and tried to use his nail as a lever. Slowly, the invisible wall cracked and a thin slit opened which made him try even harder. The rags around his torso were already soaked in sweat and the pain from his right arm would have made him black out if the fear hadn't numbed his conception of pain already. The gap widened. He put all his strength, more than he ever thought he possessed, into opening the door and the gap cracked open just wide enough to let him fall through and break down in exhaustion.

As he laid on the ground and heard a roaring noise which was considerable more quiet, he calmed down just a little bit, but that was enough for his strained brain to notice his pains and that it was itself aching like hell. And this time, it did indeed black him out.

Revised Novel Prologue

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This is the third version of the prologue for a novel I am writing. I revised especially the layout and some minor details. I would really appreciate any comment, especially comments about the writing style and layout, since it is vital to know whether my texts are readable before I try to write a whole novel. Well, anyway here is the text:


Prologue

Friday, 1st April, 1994

"John, I can feel it. The contractions... are starting," Mary said.
John did not hesitate. He switched off the TV which showed a broadcast of the church service they could not attend this year and helped her stand up from the couch she had been sitting on so peacefully until now. Carefully he led her out of the living room. He smiled at her in pleasant anticipation and tried to comfort her.
They left the house and slowly walked to their car. With great care he placed her on the passenger seat, kissed her on the forehead and closed the door. Then he got behind the wheel and drove to the Holy Cross Hospital. The drive seemed to be longer than he remembered. Soon he could not help but remember all the perfect moments that happened in the past year. Their renewed honeymoon in August 1993, the love, the passion. And then a month later, the happiness of learning that he would be a father. He saw his wife's belly growing slowly in front of his inner eye.
Her quiet moaning brought him back to reality. Again he tried to comfort her: "We're nearly there, darling. Hold on a little longer. I love you."
Finally, they reached the hospital. He took her hand and slowly walked with her to the reception. The receptionist saw Mary and at first glance understood the situation and called for a doctor. A few minutes later, Mary lay in a hospital bed and was closely monitored.
"She will be fine," concluded the doctor. "She should try to get some rest now."
"Thank you, Doctor Palahniuk," John said after reading the doctor's nameplate. "Can I stay with her?"
"That is certainly possible," Doctor Palahniuk replied.

They spent two nights in the hospital. The contractions were getting worse at times and every single time John was there for Mary to hold her hand, to ease her pain. On Sunday they did not ebb away anymore. Mary was breathing slowly and consciously. She looked at her husband and he always smiled to her. Then her grasp around his hand tightened. Always comforted by both her husband and Doctor Palahniuk, she gave birth to a son.
"Jack," she said out of breath, her face still distorted from pain and exhaustion.
They stayed one more day in the hospital and then went home in a threesome for the very first time.

On 6th April, 1994 they went to the church together for the first time. As it was tradition in John's family, his son should be baptized three days after his birth. It was a cloudy day and the small church was only lit by the dim light which shone through the old, gray-turned stained glass windows and some candles which were carefully arranged at the altar and in the front of the aisles. They were sitting in the front row of pews and the last verses of Lead Me Lord resounded through the church. Pater Dante waited for silence and then spoke: "Alleluia. Christ is risen." And as one voice the choir of people replied: "The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia."
"There is one Body and one Spirit," the bishop who was of italian descent and spoke with a slight accent continued to recite the holy verses.
"There is one hope in God's call to us," the people answered.
"One Lord, one Faith, one Baptism;"
"One God and Father of all."
"The Lord be with you."
"And also with you."
"Let us pray."
"Amen.", the people ended and as the echo grew quiet, it was again silent in the church.
Then John went to the altar and read to the church: "A reading from the letter of Paul to the Ephesians: I plead with you as a prisoner for the Lord, to live a life worthy of the calling you have received, with perfect humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another lovingly. Make every effort to preserve the unity which has the Spirit as its origin and peace as its binding force. There is but one body and one Spirit, just as there is but one hope given all of you by your call. There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all, and works through all, and is in all. The Word of the Lord."
"Thanks be to God," resounded through the church.
In silence John went back to his pew and kept standing in front of it. Everyone else stood up as well and Pater Dante exclaimed: "The Holy Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ according to John." The people answered, "Glory to you, Lord Christ," and the bishop began the reading.
"Jesus said to his disciples: 'I am the true vine and my Father is the vinegrower. He prunes away every barren branch, but the fruitful ones he trims clean to increase their yield. You are clean already, thanks to the word I have spoken to you. Live on in me, as I do in you. No more than a branch can bear fruit of itself apart from the vine, can you bear fruit apart from me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who lives in me and I in him, will produce abundantly, for apart from me you can do nothing. A man who does not live in me is like a withered, rejected branch, picked up to be thrown in the fire and burnt. If you live in me, and my words stay part of you, you may ask what you willit will be done for you. My Father has been glorified in your bearing much fruit and becoming my disciples.
As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you. Live on in my love. You will live in my love if you keep my commandments, even as I have kept my Fathers commandments, and live in his love. All this I tell you that my joy may be yours and your joy may be complete.' The Gospel of the Lord.
"Praise to you, Lord Christ", resounded through the church.
After the readings it was again John's turn to speak. With Mary at his side holding his son in her arms, he moved to the altar and exclaimed: "I present Jack to receive the Sacrament of Baptism."
"Will you be responsible for seeing that the child you present is brought up in the Christian faith and life?" the Pater Dante asked.
"I will, with God's help," John answered.
"Do you renounce Satan and all the spiritual forces of wickedness that rebel against God?" the bishop addressed both parents.
"We renounce them." Mary and John replied at once.
"Do you renounce the evil powers of the world which corrupt and destroy the creatures of God?"
"We renounce them."
"Do you renounce all sinful desires that draw you from the love of God?"
"We renounce them."
"Do you turn to Jesus Christ and accept him as your savior?" the Pater Dante continued.
"We do," they said without the slightest hesitation.
"Do you put your whole trust in his grace and love?"
"We do."
"Do you promise to follow and obey him as your Lord?" the bishop ultimately asked.
"We do," Mary and John answered a last time.
Satisfied by their answers Pater Dante, who could not prevent himself from smiling a little because John and Mary spoke in such a harmonious way, said: "Grant, O Lord, that all who are baptized into the death of Jesus Christ your Son may live in the power of his resurrection and look for him to come again in glory; who lives and reigns now and forever. Amen." He then addressed the people: "The Lord be with you."
"And also be with you," echoed through the church.
"Let us give thanks to the Lord our God," the bishop said.
"It is right to give him thanks and praise," the people answered.
And then Pater Dante gave thanks to the Lord: "We thank you, Almighty God, for the gift of water. Over it the Holy Spirit moved in the beginning of creation. Through it you led the children of Israel out of their bondage in Egypt into the land of promise. In it your Son Jesus received the baptism of John and was anointed by the Holy Spirit as the Messiah, the Christ, to lead us, through his death and resurrection, from the bondage of sin into everlasting life.
We thank you, Father, for the water of Baptism. In it we are buried with Christ in his death. By it we share in his resurrection. Through it we are reborn by the Holy Spirit. Therefore in joyful obedience to your Son, we bring into his fellowship those who come to him in faith, baptizing them in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."
The bishop then touched the water with his hand and exclaimed: "Now sanctify this water, we pray you, by the power of your Holy Spirit, that those who here are cleansed from sin and born again may continue for ever in the risen life of Jesus Christ our Savior. To him, to you, and to the Holy Spirit, be all honor and glory, now and for ever. Amen."
After the water was blessed, Mary hold her son very carefully a few inches above the baptismal font. Pater Dante filled an artfully crafted cup with water and said: "Jack, I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
He then poured the water over the child's head and in the very moment the water touched it, the clouds opened up and a single beam of light shone through the great stained glass window in the front wall of the central aisle above the altair, projecting the image of the saviour onto Jack for the blink of an eye, and then the clouds moved on and the image disappeared. Pater Dante, Mary and Jack all stood silently, awestruck. It felt unreal and since they were standing in the projection, they were not able to tell which image just flashed over them. But still the sudden beam of light which exactly coincided with the baptism was enough to strike them with awe.
After a long moment of silence which seemed to last forever, a man who was sitting in the third row of pews on the right side suddenly exclaimed: "The saviour! A miracle!"
"A miracle indeed. Blessed be the Lord!" Pater Dante whispered, facing towards the window, still caught up in his astonishment.

Level 40

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Woho, I reached level 40... It's been a long and nice time here. :)

Alright, this is a shorter blog than usual... I'll continue writing my novel and coding my game, if I have time left after uni. ;)

That's all for now, PL

Update: Finished Prologue

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Well, I finished the prologue for my novel. I will not write anything else now because I want your uninfluenced opinion. So please leave your honest opinion in the comments:


Prologue

Friday, 1st April, 1994

"John, I can feel it. The contractions... are starting", Maria said. John did not hesitate. He switched off the TV which showed a broadcast of the church service they could not attend this year and helped her stand up from the couch she had been sitting on so peacefully until now. Carefully he led her out of the living room. He smiled at her in pleasant anticipation and tried to comfort her.
They left the house and slowly walked to the little red car. With great care he placed her on the passenger seat, kissed her on the forehead and closed the door. Then he got behind the wheel and drove to the Holy Cross Hospital. The drive seemed to be longer than he remembered. Soon he could not help but remember all the perfect moments that happened in the past year. Their renewed honeymoon in August 1993, the love, the passion. And then a month later, the happiness of learning that he would be a father. He saw his wife's belly growing slowly in front of his inner eye.
Her quiet moaning brought him back to reality. Again he tried to comfort her: "We're nearly there, darling. Hold on a little longer. I love you." Finally, they reached the hospital. He took her hand and slowly walked with her to the reception. The receptionist saw Maria and at first glance understood the situation and called for a doctor. A few minutes later, Maria lay in a hospital bed and was closely monitored. "She will be fine", concluded the doctor, "She should try to get some rest now." John read the doctor's nameplate and said: "Thank you, Doctor Palahniuk. Can I stay with her?" "That is certainly possible", Doctor Palahniuk replied.

They spent two nights in the hospital. The contractions were getting worse at times and every single time John was there for Maria to hold her hand, to ease her pain. On Sunday they did not ebb away anymore. Maria was breathing slowly and consciously. She looked at her husband and he always smiled to her. Then her grasp around his hand tightened. Always comforted by both her husband and Doctor Palahniuk, she gave birth to a son. Out of breath, she said but one word: "Jack."
They stayed one more day in the hospital and then went home in a threesome for the very first time.

On 6th April, 1994 they went to the church together for the first time. As it was tradition in John's family, his son should be baptized three days after his birth. They were sitting in the front row of pews and the last verses of Lead Me Lord resounded through the church. The bishop waited for silence and then spoke: "Alleluia. Christ is risen." And as one voice the choir of people replied: "The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia."
The bishop and the people continued to recite the holy verses alternately and each verse echoed through the large church. The bishop began: "There is one Body and one Spirit;", and the people answered: "There is one hope in God's call to us;", "One Lord, one Faith, one Baptism;", "One God and Father of all.", "The Lord be with you.", "And also with you.", "Let us pray." "Amen.", the people ended and as the echo grew quiet, it was again silent in the church.
Then John went to the altar and said: "A reading from the letter of Paul to the Ephesians.
I plead with you as a prisoner for the Lord, to live a life worthy of the calling you have received, with perfect humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another lovingly. Make every effort to preserve the unity which has the Spirit as its origin and peace as its binding force. There is but one body and one Spirit, just as there is but one hope given all of you by your call. There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all, and works through all, and is in all. The Word of the Lord."
"Thanks be to God", resounded through the church.
In silence John went back to his pew and kept standing in front of it. Everyone else stood up as well and the bishop exclaimed: "The Holy Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ according to John." The people answered, "Glory to you, Lord Christ", and the bishop began the reading.
"Jesus said to his disciples: 'I am the true vine and my Father is the vinegrower. He prunes away every barren branch, but the fruitful ones he trims clean to increase their yield. You are clean already, thanks to the word I have spoken to you. Live on in me, as I do in you. No more than a branch can bear fruit of itself apart from the vine, can you bear fruit apart from me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who lives in me and I in him, will produce abundantly, for apart from me you can do nothing. A man who does not live in me is like a withered, rejected branch, picked up to be thrown in the fire and burnt. If you live in me, and my words stay part of you, you may ask what you will?it will be done for you. My Father has been glorified in your bearing much fruit and becoming my disciples.
As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you. Live on in my love. You will live in my love if you keep my commandments, even as I have kept my Father?s commandments, and live in his love. All this I tell you that my joy may be yours and your joy may be complete.' The Gospel of the Lord.?
"Praise to you, Lord Christ", resounded through the church.
After the readings it was again John's turn to speak. With Maria at his side holding his son in her arms, he moved to the altar and exclaimed: "I present Jack to receive the Sacrament of Baptism." The bishop then asked: "Will you be responsible for seeing that the child you present is brought up in the Christian faith and life?" John answered: "I will, with God's help." The bishop then asked the parents: "Do you renounce Satan and all the spiritual forces of wickedness that rebel against God?" They both replied as one: "We renounce them." The bishop further inquired: "Do you renounce the evil powers of the world which corrupt and destroy the creatures of God?" John and Maria replied: "We renounce them." And lastly, the bishop asked: "Do you renounce all sinful desires that draw you from the love of God?" And a third time, they answered as one: "We renounce them."
The bishop continued: "Do you turn to Jesus Christ and accept him as your savior?" Without hesitation they answered: "We do." The bishop further asked: "Do you put your whole trust in his grace and love?" Again the parents replied: "We do." The bishop then asked the last question: "Do you promise to follow and obey him as your Lord?" One more time John and Maria answered as one person: "We do."
Satisfied by their answers the bishop, who could not prevent himself from smiling a little because John and Maria spoke in such a harmonious way, the bishop said: "Grant, O Lord, that all who are baptized into the death of Jesus Christ your Son may live in the power of his resurrection and look for him to come again in glory; who lives and reigns now and forever. Amen."
The bishop the spoke to the people: "The Lord be with you."
"And also be with you", echoed through the church.
"Let us give thanks to the Lord our God", the bishop said.
"It is right to give him thanks and praise", the people answered.
And then, the bishop gave thanks to the Lord: "We thank you, Almighty God, for the gift of water. Over it the Holy Spirit moved in the beginning of creation. Through it you led the children of Israel out of their bondage in Egypt into the land of promise. In it your Son Jesus received the baptism of John and was anointed by the Holy Spirit as the Messiah, the Christ, to lead us, through his death
and resurrection, from the bondage of sin into everlasting life.
We thank you, Father, for the water of Baptism. In it we are buried with Christ in his death. By it we share in his resurrection. Through it we are reborn by the Holy Spirit. Therefore in joyful obedience to your Son, we bring into his fellowship those who come to him in faith, baptizing them in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."
The bishop then touched the water with his hand and exclaimed: "Now sanctify this water, we pray you, by the power of your Holy Spirit, that those who here are cleansed from sin and born again may continue for ever in the risen life of Jesus Christ our Savior. To him, to you, and to the Holy Spirit, be all honor and glory, now and for ever. Amen."
After the water was blessed, Maria handed her son over to the bishop. Very carefully he immersed him in the water and said: "Jack, I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."

Jack's Inferno Novel - Prologue

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Here's the first outline of the beginning of my upcoming novel, Jack's Inferno. Since I don't have a team to support me working on the game, I decided to use some of my time and creativity to work on this project as well. Please state your opinion in the comments.

In case my girlfriend reads this blog, your nonoccurence in the last few blogs does not mean I forgot you or love you any less. In fact, I thought of you when writing the beginning and I hope I could at least give an idea of how much I love you and care for you despite of my lesser vocabulary.

Anyway, here is what will hopefully become the beginning of a great novel:


Prologue

Friday, 1. April 1994

"John, I can feel it. The contractions... are starting", Maria said. John did not hesitate. He switched off the TV which showed a broadcast of the church service they could not attend this year and helped her stand up from the couch she had been sitting on so peacefully until now. Carefully he led her out of the living room. He smiled at her in pleasant anticipation and tried to comfort her.

They left the house and slowly walked to the little red car. With great care he placed her on the passenger seat, kissed her on the forehead and closed the door. Then he got behind the wheel and drove to the Holy Cross Hospital. The drive seemed to be longer than he remembered. Soon he could not help but remember all the perfect moments that happened in the past year. Their renewed honeymoon in August 1993, the love, the passion. And then a month later, the happiness of learning that he would be a father. He saw his wife's belly growing again in front of his inner eye.

Her quiet moaning brought him back to reality. Again he tried to comfort her: "We're nearly there, darling. Hold on a little longer. I love you." Finally, they reached the hospital. He took her hand and slowly walked with her to the reception. The receptionist saw Maria and at first glance understood the situation and called for a doctor. A few minutes later, Maria lay in a hospital bed and was closely monitored. "She will be fine", concluded the doctor, "She should try to get some rest now." John read the doctor's nameplate and said: "Thank you, Doctor Palahniuk. Can I stay with her?" "That is certainly possible", Doctor Palahniuk replied.

They spent two nights in the hospital. The contractions were getting worse at times and every single time John was there for Maria to hold her hand, to ease her pain. On Sunday they did not ebb away anymore. Maria was breathing slowly and consciously. She looked at her husband and he always smiled to her. Then her grasp around his hand tightened. Always comforted by both her husband and Doctor Palahniuk, she gave birth to a son. Out of breath, she said but one word: "Jack."

They stayed one more day in the hospital and then went home in a threesome for the very first time.


PS: This does not imply my girlfriend is pregnant.

To be continued...

Dream, Build, Play

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Well, I don't know if any of you have read my previous blogs. I have encountered multiple technical issues since I started programming "A Bit Of A Legend". I migrated from C++ and Qt to C# and XNA for compability issues and lost most of my files due to data corruption.

Thus, I decided to start anew, put that project back (it's really annoying to write the same code twice) at least until I recover my hard drive, which I don't spent too much time an effort on. And either way, I had another interesting idea for about one year now and wanted to create that other game, now that I gathered enough experience and skill (hopefully). It's basically a turn-based-strategy trading-card-game. Combining the strategic component of Age of Wonders with the joy of summonig huge creatures and mighty spells as in Magic.

Anyway, I wrote a quick first user interface demo, mailed it to a friend with whom I enjoyed many games of the same genre, explained him my idea... and though he had nearly no experience with neiter C nor XNA, he instantly downloaded the developer tools and worked through a tutorial that same evening. I got a team partner.

Well, so there we are, our team of two... We already wrote a decent amount of code, but unfortunately, there's one thing we're both well... less skilled in. Graphic design. Creating the content the user will actually see. And this is why I wrote this blog. We want the game to be finished until June 12 for Microsoft's Dream Build Play Contest and we will need at least a third team member. So any talented graphic designer interested in Indie Game Development is very welcome to PM me.

I will continue to upload pics and possibly a demo with the template graphics we are currently using soon to raise more attention and hopefully find someone interested in graphic design and our little project.

If you are not especially talented in terms of graphic design but convinced of the idea, you can still support us by sharing this blog post with your friends. Maybe there's someone among your friends who'd like to join us.

PersianLink

A Bit Of A Legend - Dev Diary 2

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I had lots of stuff to do for school and been a little ill. And I also spent a wonderful weekend with my lovely girlfriend. :)

As a result of that, I had hardly any time to work for this project. However, I did make some progress, so here is the second part of the Dev Diary:

DAY #4
Further refined the character design and animations and added a new background to resemble some kind of temple floor. Already looks much better now.
I also wrote the basic code for NPCs and enemies. NPC is still mostly raw material, enemies can already chase the player. And I implemented my first oktorok!
About the chasing procedure: I had a bug where I accidentally assigned an empty player as target for my oktorok, so he just ran into one direction without ever reaching his target or ran into one corner of the screen.
Lesson learned: ALWAYS DEBUG and check if the functions really return the values you think they are. What you think the code does and what it actually does are two very different things! :P
And after all, it's kinda easy to forget a line. You think you already wrote it, go on to write something else and everything goes to hell.

The player now has three lifes and dies if he's hit by an enemy for a total of three times, unless the enemy hits the shield.
I also designed little nut projectiles that the Oktorok can shoot. Currently triggered every 50th frame, that is every 2.5 seconds. Probably going to randomize this later on. Does damage and vanishes upon hitting the player.
Once again, I can only state how amazed I am how fast this project is growing.
NEXT UP: Attacking and sword animation!

DAY #5
Made a few tweaks to the code for easier reading. Refined the positioning and repositioning of objects. Result: Shortened code and correct spawn point for projectiles.
I added a sword that the player can wield to attack the evil oktorok! Now the player can kill the oktorok, if he can dodge the nuts.
There is not yet any Death Animation, every dying Character is respawned in the upper left corner.

DAY #6
After reinstalling my laptop and rearranging my file system, I mostly worked towards better compatibility and created a very early running alpha version of the game in progress. Kinda surprised it's already over 5 MB.
I also thought about the direction this game is going and planned my further progress. In a few weeks, I should have a first real demo online.

Alright, enough read, here's a pic:

And another one showing the projectile that's just flying off screen in the first pic;

The Alpha version of this game is already online. If you want to have the download link, leave a comment stating this. ;)

That's all for now, I'll write an update soon.
PersianLink

A Bit of a Legend - Dev Diary 1

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Well, I started developing my own Legend-of-Zelda-like videogame this weekend.

Anyway I decided to make a Dev Diary for this one-man game project after seeing how the game grew over the past few hours. Thought it might be fun.

DAY #1

Basically getting too know C++ and the Qt library. I'm not yet used to it, and it took me all day to figure out the Widget based programming paradigm, but at the end of the day, I finally managed to handle the keyboard input.

DAY #2

Toying around with different drawing functions and designing basic background and character images. Spent hours on an error causing my character to leave a strange trace on the screen and finally surrendered to that problem.

DAY #3

Surfed the internet to find a solution for above mentioned error... Found some guides, but none worked whatsoever...
I started analysing my source code once more, curious what might have caused my character to draw only its left side.
And then I stumbled over the boundingRect. I mistakenly defined odd borders for my character :? Once I entered the correct values, it all worked as planned... Always check everything for the most basic and stupid mistakes!
After fixing that vital error, I continued designing my character and added more pics to animate him. I erased the white background and enabled him to turn into the direction he is going as well as make little steps.

That's about it for the first three days. Gonna update my Dev Diary as soon as there is any significant progress. If you can't wait for that, follow me on Twitter @raitoyagami1986 for more frequent updates.

- PersianLink