This is just a place to put some of my ramblings and random thoughts on random subjects. Since I possibly maybe want to be a game designer, or a writer maybe.. or perhaps a programmer... hmmm... I always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer as well... Ah, I have strayed from the topic. Yes, there will possibly be text here.

• 11Apr 12

  The Knight's Mass of the Old Republic Effect

  NOTE:
  This post contains a heavy KotOR spoiler so if you still haven't played the game and you want to, you should play it first. But then again, when I first played it it was spoiled for me too and I still enjoyed it so what the hell, do as you wish!

  This is how I think Mass Effect happened:

  Okay, let's make a game. It'll be a space opera type of thing.
  
  The main character will basically be a hero (male or female; for simplicity, I'll use the male form in the text) that is selected for the mission based on his past. His name will be Revan. What? Sounds too fantasy like? Okay, let's make it more human. He'll be called Shepard.
  
  He will report to a special group of mixed species council of wisest people around, but they will, of course, doubt him a fair amount. We can't make it all too easy.
  
  He will be a commander of the fastest and best ship in the galaxy. We'll call it Ebon Hawk. No, wait. Let's call it Normandy! Of course, the ship won't ACTUALLY be his.
  
  He will bring with him a crew of both human and alien species.
  
  His main enemy will be a former good guy of high rank. Let's call him Malak! Actually Saren sounds better.
  
  The reason he will become evil is the mysterious space ship type of thing that's able to create incredible 'man'-power force in a very short time. Let's call it Star Forge. Hmm.. It doesn't sound flashy enough. Let's call it Sovereign. That's more powerful. One word.
  
  But we must add some more content for sidequests. Let's add a special scientific organization that pretends to be good, but it's actually evil. The name shall be Czerka. Wait, actually that sounds non-english. Let's call it ExoGeni.
  
  We also need to have an evil organization that will make things complicated. They will be called The Exchange. Actually that name sounds confusing. Let's call it Cerberus. That sounds mythical.
  
  Now that sounds awesome for a start. I can't believe how no one thought of anything like it before!

  • Posted Apr 11, 2012 11:30 am GMT
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• 28Jul 10

  My Fault

  with tears filled eyes and hands like in a prayer
  I fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness
  what have I done to deserve this fate?
  what have I done to be cursed this way?
  
  I've tried all I could, but to no avail
  searched far and wide, but all I did was fail
  no help could be found, I was left all alone
  with a problem so hard, like the hardest stone
  
  unreferenced calls to non-existing functions
  linking full of holes, can't complete the junction
  the output shows the process halt
  
  desperate and sighing, checking all the settings
  a thought came to me, almost like a blessing
  to return the settings to default
  
  I can't find the reason, I can't find the cure
  libraries abundant, maybe it's misuse
  my mind turns blank, I need to get some sleep
  no more will I bother, no more will I weep
  
  unreferenced calls to non-existing functions
  linking full of holes, can't complete the junction
  the output shows the process halt
  
  missing some or all of those command line options
  my lips are slightly moving, I had a smiling notion
  at least it's not a segmentation fault
  
  (inspired by sample code from OpenGL SuperBible 4th Edition)

  (c) 2008

  • Posted Jul 28, 2010 4:06 pm GMT
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• 23Jul 10

  New Day

  I sit in silence, in the darkness of the night
  There is no light in the room, but I can easily type in the dark
  Light of the screen is my only guide
  Leading me to another sleepless night
  All I have is a bottle of beer,
  And a few hours of untainted peace.
  
  I open the file and I start to type
  "Less then" and then a little question mark
  The editor knows what I'm about to say
  He knows me so well he can speak in my name
  
  So many times he has finished my thoughts
  Like we were together since we were born
  Whatever I wish he can help me define
  He even has colors to liven things up
  
  Another morning is here
  and I'm still coding the same old sh** from yesterday
  The loops are turning on me, breaking inconsistently
  Every function has lost its sense
  passing by value instead of reference
  Conditions are only thing holding me
  good old logic, the way it should be
  
  
  Another evening is here
  and I'm still coding the same old sh** from yesterday
  The time is close at hand, the boss is riding my ass
  I need to wrap this up or say goodbye to my job
  And as the minutes fly, debugging through the night
  That freakin' error.log is longer than the code
  I see the sun is near, my death is closing in
  but then the code runs clear, there are no errors in here
  
  I can start working on the documentation
  (damn)

  (c) 2008

  • Posted Jul 23, 2010 4:04 pm GMT
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