New page! Dang, I'm on a roll.

This is some amazing stuff. I always find dreams to be absolutely fascinating. I'll share another one of mine.

This is one of the few dreams I remember from when I was very little. I was standing at the end of a line leading from my bedroom to my parent's room. The dream was mostly out-of-body; that is, it was presented as if it were a movie, and I could only watch helplessly. I don't have too many of those anymore- oftentimes I'm in control of myself during a dream, so I wonder if that has any significance or relation towards my own personal growth. In any case, the dream camera zoomed through the crowd to my parent's room. Instead of a bed, there was a ping-pong table, with two people already playing a match against each other.

The dream camera cut back to the line, then cut to a shot of my feet by the bed. A scaly green hand reached out and grabbed my foot, and then dragged me under. I kicked and screamed, but no one in the line seemed to notice. As everything went black, I woke up.

Now here's the weird bit. I must have been sleeping on top of my foot and then rolled over, because the second the monster grabbed it, I felt the grip. In reality, it was just a sudden rush of blood back to the limb, but the timing made it seem like it was actually being grabbed. So here's the weird thing: How did my subconscious know when I was going to move my leg? It had to, because it not only gave a reason in the dream for my leg to feel that way, it set the whole thing up from the very beginning. Way before my leg began to feel funny, there was POV shot from under the bed, like all of those classic horror movies, and then there was the shot where the monster actually grabbed my leg. The whole thing was choreographed perfectly. Freaky...

no offense to americans, but i cant wait to see your country fall before china.

seriously, explain to me why you'd buy such a ridiculous amount of sugar water?

As a Hummingbird-American, I take huge offense to that.

cheers!

Cheers! 

Post all your weird night-time visions here, and we might even psychoanalyze them!

The other night, I dreamed that I was in some old Victorian-ish city, practicing my flying skills to save some girl stuck in a moody cell. The flying wasn't magical or anything, it just operated like any normal physical skill. It seemed to be controlled by some hidden muscle in my legs or something, while I held out my arms to balance myself. I was able to get up to a rooftop, but by that point, my legs were screaming bloody murder. The streets were old-fashioned cobblestone roads, and it must have been dusk because everything was bathed in purple and orange light- y'know, twilight.

It was at this point, I half-woke, which abruptly ended that particular dream, and led into the next vignette. In this one, I was some boy in parka. The world was an odd mix of modern life with some sort of ancient tribe- I want to say Inuit, but I know that's probably wrong. Anyway, so my dream-cousin and I wandered around this shopping mall, checking out all the random stuff the stores were selling. I get a little fuzzy around here, but I remember meeting some girl and talking to her- we seemed to get along pretty well.

Next was a short scene where I was chilling at this weird stone pool- the pool was made up of a bunch of stone rings placed on top of each other, with the widest ring on the top. The pool was dug out of a grassy hill, so that the surface was at the very top. I sat at the edge, listening to music on my CD player- the actual player and headphones that I use in real life. I believe there was also a highway at the foot of the hill, but I didn't see any vehicles on it. The pool overflowed or something, and the water hit the CD player, shocking me a bit.

After this, I was dropped out of the boy's head. No big announcement or anything, I was just myself again, observing this nameless boy. I read the comic he was working- an autobiographical one, about him and his family. His drawings were simple and precise- they reminded me a lot of Persepolis. He drew his father and his co-workers in furs and various tribal clothing- don't recall what animals they were made from, but most of them were based on real ones. He also drew his father sailing a wooden boat of some kind, during a thunderstorm. Big strong guy, kinda angry-looking.

The last thing I read was a conversation he drew with his mother- apparently, she's dead. She wore a dark blue robe, modest and elegant. The boy drew himself excitedly telling his mother all about the day's events, including the girl he (and I, in a way) had met. It was at that point that a strangely clothed figure interrupted the boy. He too had robes, all black but with hints of white- something tells me that they could be worn inside-out- including a black flap to hide his face. He presented the boy's mother a rabbit that I had accidentally killed (somehow) the same day. That stopped our conversation dead in its tracks, and was the exact point when I woke up.

Well, that's all I got for now. How about you guys?

Just uploaded a new page for my comic. You can read it from here.

sup guys?

I was close to the World Trade Center when the first plane hit. I was just passing by, but that day my life changed. I remember the loud noise, the explosion, the screaming, the running. I remember the cameras, the firemen, the journalists. I'll never forget what happened there.

When the second building fell I looked back and couldn't believe my eyes. That was just some fifteen minutes after the first attack. Everyone was very confused.

That night, when I got home, I told my mother all about it. She hadn't seen the news that day, so when I told her she got scared and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

TIGSOURCE: BECAUSE WE CARE

[DUKE NUKEM PROVING GROUNDSDUKE NUKEM CHAIN REACTIONDUKE NUKEM CRITICAL MASS]

I mean, after watching the whole thing, who can't say the name of the three games from the top of their head? Now that's how you brainwash people.

I disagree. I mean really, who would get brainwashed by a silly
DUKE NUKEM PROVING GROUNDS
DUKE NUKEM CHAIN REACTION
DUKE NUKEM CRITICAL MASS

...shit.

I shudder to think about what would happen if I ate 100 ounces of pure adventure.

this is what happens

no photo manipulation software necessary

In that case, I'll take two dozen.

Attractive strong female with normal-sized boobs? Sounds good to me, but I am just a guy. What do the ladies think of her?

There's a game I just downloaded called Bontago; it's a game made by Digipen students, and focuses on each player expanding their territory by stacking blocks.

You could also try Trackmania. They released the latest version for free, and it's got online and hotseat gaming. Easy as pie to control, though the courses might be a little bit tricky.

Inking the next page for the comic; made me a new wallpaper for my desktop.



The little man in the bottom-right is meant to be myself, based on this stylized self-portrait. Yes, I really do have a Dr. Seuss hat.



As for the reason behind the motivational screensaver, well, I got really distracted and did some concept art for Ishi's game idea. Behold, hand-drawn pixels!

The real trick with games is that, at this point, game developers use a bunch of other media (movies in particular) to convey their story. There are exceptions, such as the Half-Life games, that never break from the gameplay and actually use the inherent interactivity in a game to tell a story, but these are few and far in between. Thus, when a reviewer talks about a balance between story and game, he's really talking about the balance between gameplay and cinema.

Metal Gear Solid is one of the titles that is criticized the most for this because of its legendary number of cutscenes, and their equally legendary length. They tell a fairly decent story, but that means Metal Gear Solid's a fairly decent movie- not a fairly decent game. After all, if we bought a game, shouldn't we want more gameplay than movie? Otherwise, we're paying $60 for a glorified DVD. That's my take on it, at least.

I love that they were able to make Rorshach's mask move like it did in the comics. Also, Doctor Manhattan and the Comedian look pretty much how I had imagined them.

Reading this thread makes me feel like I'm wasting my youth.

Seconded.

But when, pray tell, will it be finished?

On a totally separate note, I know some people were wanting to publish TIGSource Draws Robots. Why don't we publish this too?

I'm doing the penciling as we type. For now, here's a random doodle that has absolutely nothing to do with what we are talking about.



Expect to see this guy a lot more often.

I agree with you on the music, but I'm not totally sure what you would play with Watchmen. New music compo?

So, we can have a character named after us? If so, count me in! I want to see how horrible a death I can achieve.

http://gizmodo.com/5026434/nerdgasm-watchmen-trailer-hits-web-a-day-early

Discuss.

[giant ass-poster]

If there were some purely hypothetical person who had never played any Megaman game, ever, would you think less of that entirely fictional individual?

We'd forgive him- provided that he immediately sought out at least one of the original Megaman games so that he can experience it for himself. Just be warned that hard old games are old andhard.

Lessons learned from xkcd: switch hyphens around in phrases like these.

Please, Capcom, make that into a giant ass-poster.

Aha, Muku, you slay me with your wit.