As a child you always knew you were gonna make something of yourself.
Being able to move objects with your mind was one thing, but improvising jazz in 17/8 time, using  both 3 modes and only notes that start with the letter D, was certainly bound to kick up a fuss down at the local Charles Mingus Lookalike Convention.

Sadly, there wasn't such a market for Super-Corrugated-Sugar-Jazz as you first expected, and now here you are, serving tables at the local up-market restaurant. It's just another Friday night with the upper class (who rarely find it amusing when their empty plates start to move themselves) breathing down your neck, but you've got something to look forward to. Your cousin, Miles, is coming into town to play at this exquisite joint, and you've heard he can bust out quite the tune on that trumpet.

His band take the stage at about 10pm, play some jazz standards, and start to get a few appreciative looks from the crowd. However, Miles doesn't seem to be looking too hot, and his playing is certainly falling apart; this goes on until...

...you can see where I'm going with this. Telekinetic Jazz Expert!

That's right, Telekinetic Jazz Expert!

Save your cousin from total humiliation by controlling his fingers with your telekinesis, and his heart with your jazz expertise. Improvise some sweet riffs over the backing band, while deflecting sporadic forks thrown by a disapproving crowd!

Telekinetic Jazz Expert!

Swwweeeeet.

I need to post here as a quick way of seeing what time it is relative to me so I know how far away "seven hours" is.

My story involves personified fruit and the racism that comes hand in hand with these people trying to live together in the capital city of the Apple-people. \m/

And everyone fights with table knives and forks. Bring it onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

the fluid ban on air travel

Wait what? Is this something I should know about? I have a flight later this week and if I'm not pissed enough to ask for directions when we land I'll be stuck at the terminal forever.

In a bid to dissuade thirsty terrorists from using airplanes for their evil machinations, they banned taking your own liquids on planes for a while. Now the rule in the UK is you can have 100ml of things, but no more! No idea what's going on elsewhere.

Well, I haven't made one before, but I'm attempting to make one now.
I'm trying to build an engine to allow the art/design side of the team work on some of the aspects of designing the story and world of the RPG, while I focus on the gameplay mechanics. I've decided to keep the mechanics of the fighting, skill system, etc simple for now, in order to increase my chances of actually finishing it!

I have it on good authority that the Virtual Boy is making a comeback.
Man, you guys are gonna be so pissed off when you find out I'm right!

Shit, this has to be the first time I've seen emacs and vi users debating normally. Am I on the right Internet?

Finally, years of holding onto my red shame will pay off!

It's a song by Muse, and also some actor from the 20th century.

Hi.

I'm a student currently studying in Germany (although I come from Scotland), who's just realised that he hates what he's doing, and wants to get into game design.

Let the madness ensue!

I just had to register so I could register my damned excitement about this game.
Any news on its future?