Current status.

Caturday

Having a bit of a crisis of writing style and trying to add humour everywhere to give it some colour but it's beginning to feel like I'm trying to hard...Am I funny? Do I find myself funny? When is it too much? Example sentence in comments.

Can't decide which hair colour to give a character. Not something I expected to be struggling with.

Alright, published the first part of my short story on wattpad. Doesn't have a title yet and all that. If any of you have the time and interest to read it and comment on it, I'd be incredibly happy. Link in comments. Picture unrelated. Edit: Final bump

Finished the first chapter of a short story I'm writing. Would anybody be interested in reading it? If so, any suggestions where I should upload it? It's a little bit more than 6000 words.

This fits very well.

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In the history of the internet there were three good memes. Steamed Hams, Stu making chocolate pudding at 4 am and loss.

Yeah well, imagine being in his shoes.

How to write dialogue

If a video game has a maths puzzle, that's the hardest part of the game for me. Even if it is basic algebra and the rest of the game is Battletoads or Ghosts 'n Goblins. The 2nd grade level maths puzzle will still be what defeats me.

Are you sure about this one, Might & Magic...

Left is my expression each time this enemy appears and turns my entire party insane again.

Read a bit on the internet and started again with a slightly different party. Ranger replaces Paladin, Ninja replaces Robber and Cleric replaces Druidess.

Started playing Might & Magic III so I might as well post about it. Who is going to stop me from it, you? My party from left to right is a Half-Orc Barbarian, Dwarf Knight, Human Paladin, Gnome Robber, Elf Druidess and a Half-Orc Sorceress.

Tell me about your favorite fish.

Sometimes I will not buy a game I am generally interested in if it has a lot of meme reviews on its Steam store page.

I don't know if this is known but Nine Sols has a demo on Steam. I did not know this. It's a pretty good demo too.

Someone in qtoid blocked me. Who are you? What did I do?

Had a bit of money left at the end of last month, made choices and now Elden Ring will have to wait.

Can't say that I expected Foundation (Asimov) to be mostly men sitting in chairs, smoking (a lot of) cigars and just talking about major events instead of those actually unfolding. Mixed feelings so far.

Maybe I should save it all for properly writing a book, I don't know.

He immediately makes it very clear to you that you are bothering him, shoos you away with the hand that is not busy in his nostrils and irritatedly explains that he has to pay attention lest he misses the correct moment to turn the lever.

You want to use the opportunity to probe Yenot. He is standing next to the lever that operates the winding mechanism, picking his nose and watching his companions act out the play; waiting for when he needs to switch the background. You approach him.

While Yenot turns the mechanism that changes the background screen and carries various props on the stage, Myszshu introduces the short play of comedic nature he and his sister will now perform. They take their positions and the first act is announced.

Yenot – now two-armed, again - joins the other two on stage and helps picking up the spoils. Just when the audience is preparing to leave, Myszshu puts his mask back on and politely begs them to stay a bit longer.

He energetically expresses his gratitude, somehow making his mask spin, which elicits some further exclamations of astonishment. When he takes it off, it transforms into an ordinary wooden bowl, which he uses to collect contributions from the audience.

The audience cheers ecstatically, showering the stage with coins. Both Shasha and the furry animals stand hand-in-paw next to each other, bowing and basking in the adoration. Then, the two creatures disappear in the wagon and Myszshu steps back out.

Shasha saltos through the flames, the furry creatures perform handstands on top of each other and at the climax, where only low, reverberating drums, like savage echoes of a lost primordial land remain, the will-o'-the-wisps rise and explode in fireworks.