i love the hard transition blips, but i’m

i love the hard transition blips, but i’m not so keen on the overly bright shapes. the monochrome shape, floating above the planet, invokes a sense of fear & doom that i find oddly appealing. it’d be interesting to see what one could do using just sound files/images available from nasa’s archives. possible future assignment?

Flight from the Dark

Two weeks late, but I’m finally able to get around to a short post about my previously mentioned pseudo-perma-death CYOA playthrough of the Lone Wolf books.

I started out in a blissful cloud of nostlagia.  Outfitting my character (always my favorite bit), choosing special Lone-Wolfie super-powers (not really, but almost) and turning the first page, or in this case, clicking that first link.

My notes are a bit fuzzy about what happens after this, but I’ve tried to piece it together as best I can from my “screenshots”.  This may be an amalgamation of all the times I’ve played through this book, my mind being the giant, soupy vat that it is, but hopefully it’s as close to my most recent foray as can be.

Apparently I crossed a bridge at some point.  My notes make no mention of it, but I must have thought it important enough to save.  Huh.  Nice bridge, though.

This is me.  Sadly returning to the ruins of the monastery.  I was out collecting wood as a punishment.  Note the axe.  And the wood.  That’s how you can tell.

Ironically, the most misbehaved Kai is the most ALIVE Kai.

So starts my perilous journey to the capital to warn the King of the impending invasion of mean, evil, unpleasantness.

According to my notes I headed south and met some refugees whose children were then, astonishingly, attacked by some flying beasties with other ugly beasties on their backs.  Since all the adults ran-away, I valiantly sped to their rescue with my meager little axe.  Much to my bemusement, I won.  My first dangerous encounter didn’t end up with me dead.  Is this CYOA broken?

I fled to the woods, to avoid the moral responisibility of protecting someone else’s offspring, er.. to cut more wood.  That seems to be my best survival instinct.

While hiding logging, I met some soldiers who were appropriately impressed by my logging skills.  That or my pretty green Kai cloak.  They kindly gave me a horse to sped me along to the King.  Thanks, guys.

Then the shit hit the fan.  I came across a raging battle.  In the midst of this battle was this giant, pissed-off looking lizard mumbling something about “…the tapping, oh god, the tapping…”  It looked like he was going to eviscerate the Crown Prince, whose dad I needed to talk to, so of course I ran to help him out.  A truly remarkable battle ensued.  or so I think it did.  My notes aren’t the most complete.  I lived, that’s for sure.  Truly Dangerous Situation #2 survived.  Maybe this CYOA really is broken?

After being given a sword and thanked profusely I took off for the city again and made it to the outer reaches without any trouble.  Now there was ANOTHER raging battle between me and the front gate.  I was offered three choices here.  Swim the channel, race to the gate or go into the (probably) haunted Catacombs.  So what did I pick?  Yep, the Catacombs.

I had survived most everything up to this point, so I was feeling pretty good, pretty sure of myself.  As I descended into the dark, dank, utterly creepy depths of the Catacombs, I remembered what “catacombs” meant: “an utterly dark, dank creepy depth.”

I was having second thoughts now.

Out of nowhere I was attacked by a winged demon, which now that I think about it was rather appropriate.  I killed him, or whatever happens when you destroy demons and ventured further.  Soon, I came across an ornate lock.

I didn’t have the key it asked for, but, due to my earlier successes, I felt that I could pick it and live.  I didn’t. I died.

This CYOA is definitely not broken.

Had this been a real perma-death playthrough this post, this project, would end here.  But, taking into consideration the pervading meanness of CYOAs, a little fudging is in order.  So, I restarted.

After picking the “Race to the Gate” option I made it without any further mishaps, talked to the king and was sent on an errand to find a mythical sword that (surprise) was the only thing that could help win the coming war.

Phew.  Well, hopefully it won’t be two weeks before my next CYOA post and given enough prodding, TheAutumnalCity will do his.

Back from the Dead

Two months ago my second-hand 360 RRoD’d on me.  I couldn’t send it to M$ for a fix cause I’ve already voided my warranty (which I don’t have anyway) by installing a new DVD drive.  So, thanks to Llamma I was able to ressurrect my machine just in time for all of the new LIVE updates.  Mon and I are going to disappear in a Netflix hole for a few days.  Bai!  Oh, and many thanks to #GBConfab for the support during the very difficult, trying procedure.

In Lieu

I know this was supposed to be a week of the inaugural CYOA post, but I had completely forgotten that I agreed to “Artistically-Direct” the playground make-over at a primary school where a good friend of mine teaches.  So that’s what I’ve been doing.  Pics after the jump.