Illi’iisi was rather pleased with herself. She had decided to go for a walk into the city since it had been awhile, take in the sights and the emotional chaos of the human population. It could be hard to parse at times with how many lived in such close proximity, but it was an engrossing kind of chaos, picking out all the different degrees of attention. She had walked past a movie theater and the waves of reactions and expectations were always fascinating to ride, every one of them holding in a conversation that she took for granted. She had to admit she took a lot of things for granted, being an alaerin As if being so much larger than any other species discovered so far wasn’t enough, only one other species had any sort of telepathic capacity, though they were rather restricted being purely aquatic lifeforms. It did intrigue her, however, how her people’s long term contact with humans had seemed to allow their gift to ‘jump’ to a select few. It was heritable though, and in just
The maker’s market was a fun place where all the talented crafters and experts could make the perfect end-product with direct input from the client. Meanwhile, the larger industrial entities had the means to meet mass demand, and individual patent and copyright holders that sought such level of distribution could generally rely on these companies to facilitate their needs to reach the wider community in a mutually beneficial and self-sustaining manner. Despite the wealth of choice David had to get exactly what he needed, Onsi’s Hardware was his preferred location for picking up and trading-in equipment. It partnered with both ends of the production industry and provided a physical store where he could walk around and compare products from big and small names. With his actual goal in hand, a physical copy of a game he had been looking forward to and it’s supporting hardware, he gave each item a scan with the reader on his personal device to confirm his purchases. Little else
The alaerin sitting outside the e-hardware store on this side of town was an uncommon sight. Not that the ten to twelve meter tall blue humanoids were uncommon on Luminaire themselves, just that humanity’s first stellar neighbors were more likely to stick to the neighborhoods fully catering to the needs and realities of their prodigious dimensions. She wasn’t bothering anyone though, and thanks to her tele-empathic senses making her aware of most people paying her mind, she could greet them with an acknowledging glance, a nod, a smile, or a coy wink in David’s case. Luminairan born and raised, the sight of alaerin didn’t intimidate him, he often crossed paths with or made deliveries to those living in ‘Blue Town’, and the impact of their presence was always awe inspiring. It took a certain type to not take their occasional flaunting of physical superiority personally, but they were generally and genuinely a well adjusted and affable people. The nuances of their culture aside, as far
Legacy Chr: Earned not Gained by shazzlnet, literature
Literature
Legacy Chr: Earned not Gained
Now you understand, you will be the first Alarian to do this. There are skeptics from both races, and you will be scrutinized over everything. Janice, the human social worker paced along the giant table. Sitting next to, but easily manging to loom over the table was a very large alaerin, quite tall even among her own people. With one hand, she twirled her silvery blue hair, with the other, she flipped through pictures of smiling human children on an appropriately sized terminal, her bright green eyes affectionately gazing at each digital image.
I'm aware of the people that are worried, but don't, I'll be the best faster m
The truck nearly had air time as it rocketed from the underground entrance, the computer incessantly warning of the stress on the jets. Derrik was bent on doing what he could to buy Siyyu the time she needed for her allies to arrive. They had already returned an acknowledgement to the distress beacon, so it was only a matter of time. He just hoped he could stall them long enough.
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We have a confirmed signal above ground, sir. one of the crew said aloud.
Home in and make for it once we enter the atmosphere. Jeremiah Innes, or Jerry to his friends, paced around the small bridge, looking over the shoulder of ever
Ess...kews mee, Dehr-rik, mey aye...peek yoo...hup? her accent was strong, but the important thing was Siyuu had spoken a complete sentence and Derrik understood it.
Very good! You speak well! he clapped his hands looking up at her, feeling so proud of both of them. Three long weeks of learning each other's alphabet and sentence structure were starting to pay off. The walls were covered in various colors of paint with their exchange, half of it was Siyuu's 'small' and simple strokes to display what turned out to be a massive alphabet of some seventy or more characters. They seemed to be comparable to English print,
Through the empty hallways of the abandoned office building, the echoing 'clomp clomp' of the young boy's year-old sneakers were the only sounds that pervaded in one of his last sanctuaries. The little boy wore a yellow name-brand shirt with a safety orange raincoat over it and khaki pants. Armed only with a baseball bat, he ducked under the windows, carefully looking out through the corners to see if he could spot the alien he knew was nearby.
He reached a door and tested the knob, entering quietly once he was sure it was open. He followed the hallway rapidly, not as inclined to stealth since there were no windows, but as he walked passed
At Siyyu's request, D'rik put on more movies, starting with the second part of the movie she had seen last night. This time, he was up watching the whole time while sitting on her thigh, a spot she 'ushered' him to. She was sure their fun earlier had put them on the right track to being good friends.
Siyyu was enthralled about her small friend, but tried her hardest to keep from turning him around in her hand. The euphoria she had experienced was most likely caused by the 'chah-klet' she had eaten, something she was little ashamed of, since she forced D'rik into a position he did not feel safe in. However, she was ultimately glad about the
Illi’iisi was rather pleased with herself. She had decided to go for a walk into the city since it had been awhile, take in the sights and the emotional chaos of the human population. It could be hard to parse at times with how many lived in such close proximity, but it was an engrossing kind of chaos, picking out all the different degrees of attention. She had walked past a movie theater and the waves of reactions and expectations were always fascinating to ride, every one of them holding in a conversation that she took for granted. She had to admit she took a lot of things for granted, being an alaerin As if being so much larger than any other species discovered so far wasn’t enough, only one other species had any sort of telepathic capacity, though they were rather restricted being purely aquatic lifeforms. It did intrigue her, however, how her people’s long term contact with humans had seemed to allow their gift to ‘jump’ to a select few. It was heritable though, and in just
The maker’s market was a fun place where all the talented crafters and experts could make the perfect end-product with direct input from the client. Meanwhile, the larger industrial entities had the means to meet mass demand, and individual patent and copyright holders that sought such level of distribution could generally rely on these companies to facilitate their needs to reach the wider community in a mutually beneficial and self-sustaining manner. Despite the wealth of choice David had to get exactly what he needed, Onsi’s Hardware was his preferred location for picking up and trading-in equipment. It partnered with both ends of the production industry and provided a physical store where he could walk around and compare products from big and small names. With his actual goal in hand, a physical copy of a game he had been looking forward to and it’s supporting hardware, he gave each item a scan with the reader on his personal device to confirm his purchases. Little else
The alaerin sitting outside the e-hardware store on this side of town was an uncommon sight. Not that the ten to twelve meter tall blue humanoids were uncommon on Luminaire themselves, just that humanity’s first stellar neighbors were more likely to stick to the neighborhoods fully catering to the needs and realities of their prodigious dimensions. She wasn’t bothering anyone though, and thanks to her tele-empathic senses making her aware of most people paying her mind, she could greet them with an acknowledging glance, a nod, a smile, or a coy wink in David’s case. Luminairan born and raised, the sight of alaerin didn’t intimidate him, he often crossed paths with or made deliveries to those living in ‘Blue Town’, and the impact of their presence was always awe inspiring. It took a certain type to not take their occasional flaunting of physical superiority personally, but they were generally and genuinely a well adjusted and affable people. The nuances of their culture aside, as far
Through the empty hallways of the abandoned office building, the echoing 'clomp clomp' of the young boy's year-old sneakers were the only sounds that pervaded in one of his last sanctuaries. The little boy wore a yellow name-brand shirt with a safety orange raincoat over it and khaki pants. Armed only with a baseball bat, he ducked under the windows, carefully looking out through the corners to see if he could spot the alien he knew was nearby.
He reached a door and tested the knob, entering quietly once he was sure it was open. He followed the hallway rapidly, not as inclined to stealth since there were no windows, but as he walked passed
Legacy Chr: Earned not Gained by shazzlnet, literature
Literature
Legacy Chr: Earned not Gained
Now you understand, you will be the first Alarian to do this. There are skeptics from both races, and you will be scrutinized over everything. Janice, the human social worker paced along the giant table. Sitting next to, but easily manging to loom over the table was a very large alaerin, quite tall even among her own people. With one hand, she twirled her silvery blue hair, with the other, she flipped through pictures of smiling human children on an appropriately sized terminal, her bright green eyes affectionately gazing at each digital image.
I'm aware of the people that are worried, but don't, I'll be the best faster m
The truck nearly had air time as it rocketed from the underground entrance, the computer incessantly warning of the stress on the jets. Derrik was bent on doing what he could to buy Siyyu the time she needed for her allies to arrive. They had already returned an acknowledgement to the distress beacon, so it was only a matter of time. He just hoped he could stall them long enough.
{}
We have a confirmed signal above ground, sir. one of the crew said aloud.
Home in and make for it once we enter the atmosphere. Jeremiah Innes, or Jerry to his friends, paced around the small bridge, looking over the shoulder of ever
Ess...kews mee, Dehr-rik, mey aye...peek yoo...hup? her accent was strong, but the important thing was Siyuu had spoken a complete sentence and Derrik understood it.
Very good! You speak well! he clapped his hands looking up at her, feeling so proud of both of them. Three long weeks of learning each other's alphabet and sentence structure were starting to pay off. The walls were covered in various colors of paint with their exchange, half of it was Siyuu's 'small' and simple strokes to display what turned out to be a massive alphabet of some seventy or more characters. They seemed to be comparable to English print,
At Siyyu's request, D'rik put on more movies, starting with the second part of the movie she had seen last night. This time, he was up watching the whole time while sitting on her thigh, a spot she 'ushered' him to. She was sure their fun earlier had put them on the right track to being good friends.
Siyyu was enthralled about her small friend, but tried her hardest to keep from turning him around in her hand. The euphoria she had experienced was most likely caused by the 'chah-klet' she had eaten, something she was little ashamed of, since she forced D'rik into a position he did not feel safe in. However, she was ultimately glad about the
It was a bit of a rocky start, but how often had first encounters been smooth throughout human history? Derrik was still a bit shaken by the whole ordeal, not sure what to take from it. She seemed very 'human', though the term, scientifically, was a bit bias. To him, it implied that what he witnessed from this intelligent creature was something that was not expected from anything but a human, and it did not sit well with him.
Her... race? Species? Her PEOPLE were easily as far along the evolutionary process as Homo Sapians, and they probably had their own word for 'humanity', a fact that rattled Derrik a bit, though he knew it shouldn't. H
I’m not going to rail about how material on the site is being scraped for use in AI Composites, or about how DevArt’s “protection” against it is a new check-box that you will have to manually tick for each and every image you’ve uploaded. No. Misuse of your work and DevArt incompetence are expected at this point. Once something is put online, that’s it; it’s no longer under your control. That’s the nature of the beast. You don’t like it; don’t upload content. What I am furious about is the deluge of AI composites flooding my feed, here. I see more of that crap than genuine new content, now. And to make it worse, DevArt has its own AI tool (https://www.deviantart.com/team/journal/Create-AI-Generated-Art-Fairly-with-DreamUp-933537821) which, while they absolutely-pinky-promise it will not cannibalise user content, is only going to exacerbate the problem. I’m now completely convinced that DevArt is no longer a site that serves artists in any capacity. Not only that; it no longer has any
Roaring from the friction upon hitting the mostly Helium atmosphere, the meteor burned red, then orange, then white in mere seconds. It fell with the intent of leaving its mark on the moons surface and struck it with such incredible force it could have annihilated a populated city and lay waste to the surrounding area.
Fortunately for everyone, this moon was barren as could be. The Helium atmosphere and lack of natural resources short of the silicon in the soil which gave it it's yellow coloring from space didn't really make it a prime location for terraforming. Another feature of the moon was an irregularity in its magnetic field, which d
Through the empty hallways of the abandoned office building, the echoing 'clomp clomp' of the young boy's year-old sneakers were the only sounds that pervaded in one of his last sanctuaries. The little boy wore a yellow name-brand shirt with a safety orange raincoat over it and khaki pants. Armed only with a baseball bat, he ducked under the windows, carefully looking out through the corners to see if he could spot the alien he knew was nearby.
He reached a door and tested the knob, entering quietly once he was sure it was open. He followed the hallway rapidly, not as inclined to stealth since there were no windows, but as he walked passed
I know, been a while. My primary reason for this is help a friend's charity stream get some kind of exposure.
Ultramegamighty (https://www.twitch.tv/ultramegamighty) will be doing a charity marathon of Mega Man 1 through 10 starting at 9 a.m. of September 9th. I will there as a guest if that should interest you.
He will be donating all money raised to the Houston SPCA (http://www.houstonspca.org/) to assist with the care of animals that have been in need before and after Hurricane Harvey, including animals separated from human families. If you can't make the stream, but still wish to help, you can follow the link and donate directly to the
While dead here I have been lurking. My company, Periodyc Studios, led by my friend has been working on our first game. here is a livestream to our attempt at being more organized and involving people and letting them know we are, in fact, still making a game at all
http://www.twitch.tv/periodyc
Done for the night. Check us out tomorrow starting at 2pm CST
I've decided that since I'll be taking my game to Kickstarter in the coming year, I'm going to start featuring journals with some of the ones that appeal to me, and I hope appeal to you
Ever want to play as Bowser or Dr. Wily in your old platformer games? Well Nefarious aims to be a game inspired by that kind of thought.
-Instead of rescuing princesses, you're the one taking them in the first place, and fending off the first-responders in their respective municipalities
-Don't worry, you get to beat up the hero that comes after you once you've gotten away with it
-But even as a villainous mastermind your plans don't always go smoothly
-M