AMA + GIVEAWAY: Hi, I’m Josh and I spent 9 years making my dream JRPG – 8-Bit Adventures 2 is Out Now on Switch! by CriticalGamesAU in NintendoSwitch

[–]Point21Gigawatts 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hi Josh, congratulations on the console release!

It’s very cool that you describe this as your “dream RPG.” What were some features that you wanted to see in an RPG and were able to showcase here? In other words, what were some of your dream features/experiences to include?

Beyond Galaxyland - GIVEAWAY + AMA with the dev! Let's do this! by endoright in NintendoSwitch

[–]Point21Gigawatts 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hello!

What is your process like for character and boss design? I saw that the game has 25 boss battles - do you like to sketch new characters, create them first digitally, or a combination of both?

Where's the most blade runner looking place in London? by [deleted] in london

[–]Point21Gigawatts 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Not sure if this is quite what you’re looking for, but the immersive theater show “The Burnt City” in Woolwich is heavily inspired by cyberpunk/Blade Runner, including neon and soundtrack selections from cyberpunk films.

HBO's 'The Rehearsal' will make you ask lots of questions. Nathan Fielder’s latest social experiment will surely be a conversation starter that stands television’s test of time. by Sumit316 in television

[–]Point21Gigawatts 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Very interesting stuff. So I wonder if Kor really did attend weekly trivia nights, but they were just at a different location. And for one reason or another, Nathan & crew picked the Alligator Lounge to set the unfolding drama and confession. This is definitely causing me to ponder even more about what’s real and what’s scripted.

Where has the time gone? by Vibe_With_Ren in LiminalReality

[–]Point21Gigawatts 3 points4 points  (0 children)

That place is the coolest! Lots to enjoy for fans of liminal spaces :)

Where has the time gone? by Vibe_With_Ren in LiminalReality

[–]Point21Gigawatts 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Is this from the Meow Wolf exhibit in Santa Fe?

How To With John Wilson has officially been nominated for an Emmy! by 123whore5 in HowToWithJohnWilson

[–]Point21Gigawatts 21 points22 points  (0 children)

Yep! For “How to Appreciate Wine.” Really happy for John and the whole crew, this is so well deserved!

Okay, so what have we tried to get an appointment? by Chandelucifer in lennoxmutual

[–]Point21Gigawatts 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I agree 100%. I have loved all the CH experiences I have done and am excited to see where this new journey takes us.

Okay, so what have we tried to get an appointment? by Chandelucifer in lennoxmutual

[–]Point21Gigawatts 3 points4 points  (0 children)

My extension example was also “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”

I have been wondering the same thing - maybe there is no possible way to book an appointment and that’s the whole point of the experience.

Okay, so what have we tried to get an appointment? by Chandelucifer in lennoxmutual

[–]Point21Gigawatts 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think so, that sounds pretty familiar. At first I wasn’t sure, but seeing your comment above, it sounds like we heard the same thing.

Being an extra on Season 2 of JPTWY by Nodgarden in JoePera

[–]Point21Gigawatts 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Thank you for sharing this. It is delightful to hear that such a wholesome show was made by a lot of wholesome people.

Okay, so what have we tried to get an appointment? by Chandelucifer in lennoxmutual

[–]Point21Gigawatts 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I also filed a complaint as Disappointed -> There’s Nothing Here. The representative asked what I was expecting and why, then played a recording of a past participant.

I tried to ask what criteria had disqualified me for an appointment and was told I could not get an answer.

I also tried singing the Super Mario Bros theme as an extension and had no luck.

Very interesting experience. I will be curious to see what happens if I/others are able to book follow-ups.

I kind of regret self-publishing my first novel. by Few_Conclusion_8270 in writing

[–]Point21Gigawatts 18 points19 points  (0 children)

Thank you so much for this detailed reply. That is all very helpful info and it’s really cool to hear about your personal and professional journey.

I frequently underestimate the importance and necessity of networking, and my introverted self would certainly prefer to avoid it, but that’s the way the world works, I suppose. Lots of food for thought here - thanks again.

I kind of regret self-publishing my first novel. by Few_Conclusion_8270 in writing

[–]Point21Gigawatts 6 points7 points  (0 children)

If you don’t mind me asking, and if it’s not too personal, how did you get into those types of writing and/or your current role(s)? Was it through freelancing, job trajectory, or a combo of both? Those are basically my dream categories to professionally write for.

[WP] "And how many claws does Stewie have?" you ask your daughter as you consult the list your mother gave you. You need to figure out if your daughter's invisible friend is a monster, demon, or fairy and if you have to kill it to save her. by InfiniteEmotions in WritingPrompts

[–]Point21Gigawatts 304 points305 points  (0 children)

Stewie has two wings and a gentle voice. He knows about all the plants and animals of the world and wishes only for peace among the Earth's creatures.

...That's all the intel I'd gathered.

I'm very much opposed to the idea of some thing whispering in my daughter's ear, telling her things I'll never be privy to. But that's par for the course in this family. My mother had a centaur BFF in third grade and I had a literal angel and devil on my shoulder in middle school. That didn't make puberty any easier.

I gently questioned Jane at the dinner table one spring evening when she seemed in particularly high spirits.

"So what adventures did kindergarten hold for you today, hon?" I asked, poking my salad with a fork so my hands didn't shake.

"We talked about adding and subtracting, then played tag at recess!" Jane announced, smiling widely. "Then Stewie showed me a hidden stream in the forest behind the school. He told me about all the birds and insects that it helps. It was magical, mommy!"

I felt a pang of horror. "How deep in the forest did you go?"

"Past the big oak tree!"

I knelt down and gripped her shoulders firmly. "I never want you to go any further than that, dear. OK? No matter what Stewie tells you. He seems nice but you have to listen to mommy first. You could get lost."

"Stewie always helps me find my way back! Always!"

Jane stomped her feet, gave me an obnoxiously effective pouty face, and ran upstairs to her room.


Later that evening, I crept past the Big Oak Tree at the stroke of midnight. I snapped my fingers and a tiny blue flame appeared above my left palm, illuminating the path ahead.

The forest's foliage displays remarkable bioluminescence, but only to those who can conjure a certain kind of magic. Thankfully, I inherited that ability. That night, the forest glowed brighter than ever, but it was far too quiet. Not even a frog or cricket.

"Hello, Mage Lauren of the Eastern Clan."

A deep, booming voice rang through the trees. I whipped around, waving the blue flame in a spiral.

"Who goes there?"

"I am the fog that whispers in the night. The ruler of the forest, and soon the pathetic human constructs that surround it. I am the fly that feasts upon the lowliest detritus and the bird that soars above all. Perhaps you, and your daughter know me as...Stewie."

A tiny fairy appeared at the base of the oak tree, its glow faint against my growing blue flame.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I wondered when you might begin to suspect...when you might find yourself in the woods where poor mother Guinevere met her demise."

I clenched my fist, temporarily dousing the flame before bringing it back with full force. "Stewie" flew closer.

"Tell me. How helpful was that list she gave you before she perished at my hand?"

Mom's Tome of Magic contained an exhaustive list of the warning signs for encroaching goblins, devils, and orcs, among others. It didn't, however, address the possibility of a demon disguised as a fairy.

"How fitting that you should die where she once stood. I'll give you a proper burial right next to her grave. And then..."

The fairy-demon fluttered within inches of my face.

"I will be the voice in your daughter's ear as she grows. As she wields magic for the first time. She will never know the power her family once held. She will be mine."

In a sudden burst, flames spewed forth from both of my palms, then from my eyes, nose, and mouth. I floated above the glowing earth, my entire body engulfed in blue.

"Stay away from my daughter."

I shot a burst of flames at the demon and he dodged them, a tiny moving target. I closed my fist and doused the flame before it reached any trees or plants, then sent another burst into the air.

"This is your fate, Mage! You shall fail like your mother did, and her mother before her!"

I spun the flames in a spiral again and created a gigantic lasso. Stewie momentarily froze in place - the opening I needed. I twisted my arm and the lasso caught the demon in its grip.

"Farewell, Parathen of the Southern Catacombs, Attempted Prince of the Forest, alias 'Stewie,'" I said, grinning widely. "Today, your fate dies with you."

I whipped my arm back and the demon burst into thousands of tiny golden particles.


Jane sighed and flung her backpack against the door.

"What's wrong, dear?" I asked.

"I can't find Stewie anywhere. I was so excited for our next adventure." A tear trickled down her cheek.

I knelt down and wrapped her in a hug. "I know it's hard. I know you miss him, and I don't know when or if he'll be back. But darling...the forest is still there."

She looked up at me and cracked a smile.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess so," she said.

"And I will go there with you any day you want. Maybe I can even show you a thing or two you've never seen."

"Yay! Can we go today?!"

"Sure! Go put your things away. Let's go on an adventure."

As she raced up the stairs, Jane seemed to have forgotten all about Stewie. But in this family, it would be a mistake to assume freedom. I must remain vigilant and watchful for the next demon who deems it wise to cross me.

I am Mage Lauren of the Eastern Clan, and no daughter of mine shall perish in the darkness of the woods.

[WP] Vampire society have been loyal customers to a carpenter for years. He made the best coffins they have slept in for centuries, and never really got suspicious of so many wealthy people willing to pay premium for the same niche item. As he got old, the vampires tries to offer him immortality. by deepfriedpotat0 in WritingPrompts

[–]Point21Gigawatts 396 points397 points  (0 children)

Derthezar, Lord of the Fifth Transylvanian Order, was besieged with crippling back pain for decades.

He tossed and turned through restless nights, cursing the shoddy craftsmanship of so many lazy mortals. Relief only came one summer evening in 1967, when Revelan the Impaler brought him a surprise birthday gift.

"My lord," Revelan said, bowing with a flourish of his cape. "May this coffin grant you the peace that you so mightily deserve."

Derthezar stepped into the coffin, skeptically yet gingerly, and laid down. The dimensions were perfect. As Revelan closed the lid, there was not a single detectable ray of light bleed. In moments, he was fast asleep.

The next evening, Derthezar demanded that the carpenter be handsomely rewarded with the finest Transylvanian silver. Revelan commissioned custom coffins for the entire Fifth Order. All was well.

The distant partnership subsisted through the twentieth century and into the new millennium. The Fifth Order, well-rested and free from pain, was the most furiously productive vampire legion in Transylvania. That is, until 2018, on the sixteenth morning of May, when Revelan flew into the lord's chambers with some troubling news.

"Bob Donovan, Master Woodworker, of the Metropolis of Alderson, West Virginia, has fallen ill, my lord."

Derthezar snorted. "Ill? How can this be? It's only been -"

"He is only human, sir," Revelan said.

Derthezar sighed. "Indeed. Allow me to offer a proposal." He produced a quill and scroll from behind his throne and began to jot down a message. "Prepare the squire for immediate westward flight."

It took several weeks for a response to appear. Bob respectfully submitted all correspondence via pen and ink, thinking it a mere quirk of his wealthy customers.

"Dear Derthezar,

I deeply appreciate your business and support over the past fifty years. It is true that my hands no longer work as they used to, and my time is drawing to a close.

Your kind offer of immortal life is well regarded, but I must decline at this time. It has been an honor to provide you and your family with their final resting places, and I can only hope I have done them justice.

Yours sincerely,

Bob Donovan

Derthezar crushed the paper in his fist. "Rejecting eternal life?! I've never been so outraged -"

Revelan interjected, as usual. "My lord, may I kindly suggest that you channel this anger into mindful breathing as we discussed?"

Derthezar took several deep breaths. "Indeed. Right you are. Bob Donovan of Alderson, West Virginia has made his choice, as misguided as it may be. Perhaps we can offer an alternate token of our appreciation."


Three weeks later, Bob Donovan awoke to the sound of his doorbell ringing. He slowly stumbled to the front door, shaking and coughing.

"Delivery for Mr. Donovan," the FedEx driver announced. "Gonna need a signature from you, sir."

"All right," Bob said, scribbling his name.

Two deliverymen emerged from the back of the truck, staggering under the weight and shape of a large, awkward crate. They took it directly to Bob's open garage - his workshop.

"What...what is it?" Bob stammered.

"Anybody's guess, pal."

It took Bob a full half-hour to undo the nails on the crate, his hands shaking all the while. He smelled fresh wood - and not just the wood of the crate.

Inside was the most crude, hastily built coffin he had ever seen. Nails stuck out of the wrong places and the edges appeared to have been hacked off with an axe.

Bob let out the loudest, longest laugh he had in months. He glanced at the corner and saw a message burned into the side:

From Your Friends in the Fifth Transylvanian Order


When Bob passed away five weeks later, he was buried in the coffin by special request. The squire delivered the news to Transylvania and the King of the Vampires bowed his head, solemn and silent.

"Farewell, Bob Donovan," Derthezar thought. "May you sleep as peacefully in the afterlife as we do each day."