Just a random guy with a passion for video games and music. If you want to contact me, I'm on Xfire and Steam often enough. If you want a custom header, background or avatar (or all three!) for personal use or for your group(s), let me know ;) Space and words of all sorts will fill this space, never to be seen again. On top of that I am going to update my profile so that you cannot see these words. Instead, a cool looking picture shall go on top with some html links for various sites of mine. I still have five hundred characters to go. Drat. Whilst writing that I lessened the character amount. I now have three hundred and sixty one. Wow, that actually worked. But it doesn't matter, because you will never see this again. Well, maybe if you're lucky you will, but I'm not so sure. Anyway, I'm going to attempt to. I need to max out the text. Horribly annoying at times, let me tell you. Still quite a few characters to go, but only in the double digits. Fortunately that ate a bit up. Single.
So this is what I've been struggling to get working for the past week and a half! However, none of this (except for the header, background and buttons) is my work and would not be possible without the incredible help of Admiral Skeybar! Thanks to his work, I am now able to use this format for both blogs (I Am Seven and this one). I look forward to using and if you want the code for yourself, send me a PM!
Now, onto the rest of the business! Due to the fact that I'm moving, I haven't worked to terribly much on anything recently (I know, I'm super lazy. If you see me on ModDB tell me to get my rear in gear) and instead have been enjoying what I affectionately term "potato-chip fiction". If you don't know what that is, let me put it this way: Any sort of fiction that isn't educational and is simply for enjoyment. And is an easy read, but you still can't put it down (potato chips can be addicting!). On the other hand, I have been working on some different things with GIMP, just to see how they turn out and I've bookmarked several tutorials to look at when I have the chance. Hopefully if I learn anything I'll be able to improve my work! Here's some simple photoshopping I did (check out the image description for more info).
Now as it turns out, I kinda like doing this, so I may end up working on some real photos as well and edit them visually with brushes and without.At the moment, I'm being interrupted by an annoying message from Windows saying that I should restart my computer in order that the updates may install (paraphrase, not quote). It's bugging me. Regardless, moving on.
I'm disappointed that I haven't been able to work anymore on I Am Seven, although with this new blog format, I think I might have more motivation. It's a tricky part of the story, trying to keep it interesting while developing the only character I have, and I want to make sure that it turns out alright. Hopefully you guys can understand that! If you guys wanna bug me on that as well, I'd appreciate it!
And to top this blog off, here's a plug for the EDM group! Please join if you enjoy EDM and would like consistent, weekly music. So far I haven't missed a day and have been able to upload weekend specials as well. In addition to that, I've been able to do two writeups on artists that I believe are worth keeping track of. And that's all for now guys. Thanks!
It was my room. It surprised me, although in retrospect it probably shouldn’t have. Why wouldn’t I go back to my room? I sat down on my bed, overwhelmed. What was going on? Part of me was exhilarated. I had done something different. The other part was hesitant. What was going on? My life had been simple. Wake, eat, learn, sleep, over and over and over. Then She arrived. She wasn’t bad though. At least I had something to do. And there were the colors.
I looked over my room once again. The same furniture, the same dull color. My white world. I had seen colors and I wanted to see them again. The number table was still there. I walked over to examine it once more. A green light highlighted the number one. That probably meant I had completed the test. I traced the next number with my finger. Would number two come tomorrow? I shrugged. Obviously I didn’t know when things would happen. After all, the first test came without warning. I moved back to my bed and lay down. Maybe She would let me see the colors again.
I woke with a start and instinctively looked to the right of my bed. A door was opening. It was in the same spot as last time too. Adrenaline had sufficiently woken me up, but I still flopped awkwardly out of bed. Pinpricks of pain lanced through my left leg. I grimaced. It was asleep. I stood painfully and made my way to the number table. Number two was highlighted in blue. The second test had started. I looked back to the doorway and held back for a moment, waiting for instructions. None came. I moved into the corridor and waited. Just like the first time, the corridor did nothing for a few minutes before collapsing around me. Despite my excitement, I stifled a yawn. I must have been woken up far before my usual time. Unlike the last test room, this chamber contained two objects, a desk and a chair. Both were white. I stared at them, trying to determine their purpose. I guessed I was to sit in the chair and did so. Upon sitting, the desk in front of me became translucent. I saw my legs beneath the table and realized my left leg was no longer asleep. My attention returned to the desk when an automated voice began speaking.
“Your next assignment will be orchestrated to determine the capacity of your cerebrum. We will begin with several logic tests, followed by several circumstantial tests. Your mental ability will be decided by the percentage of correct answers on each exam. Your test starts now.”
A beep sounded and my translucent desk created one math problem. Easy, I thought to myself, I had nothing to do but learn when I was in my room. I looked around for a stylus to write with, but found none. I drummed my fingers on the table, wondering how I was to answer the problem. Then I realized something. The desk was responding to my fingers. I experimented again, this time drawing my finger in a line across the desk. A solid white line traced my finger. I smiled. That’s how I was to write the answer. I forgot my surroundings as I became engrossed in the challenge in front of me. The first problem wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t incredibly hard either. The next one was the same, but the problems soon evolved into more complex equations. The problems ranged from finding placeholders to anything including radicals or geometry or pre-calculus. And word problems. I hate word problems.
I didn’t know how long it took me, but I eventually finished the problems. I pushed my chair back and stood. I didn’t know how long I had sat there, but I felt stiff from inactivity. Wondering what would happen next, I slowly walked around the edge of the room. I had reached fifty walking circuits when a doorway appeared in the wall, facing the table and chair. I didn’t hesitate this time and walked straight into the corridor. A door opened at the opposite end, once more leading to my room. I entered and went over to the number table. The number one was still green, but the number two was still blue. The test was still going on? I shook my head. That couldn’t be. I had just finished the test. Maybe it didn’t immediately turn green, or maybe my answers were still being processed. I shook my head again. That wouldn’t be right. For a place that was so efficient, the possibility of my answers not being processed immediately was highly inefficient. It seemed the test was still going. I sighed. Sitting down on my bed, I looked over the room. Nothing new. Perhaps the next part of the test would come later?
It was hours later but eventually the door opened once more. I shook my head slowly and stood. I hoped this would finish up my test. Despite the fact that this was only my second test, I really didn’t want to miss any. Maybe it was pride, but I don’t know. Wanting to have a good score on these tests wasn’t a bad thing right?
I moved up from the bed and towards the door, checking the number table as I did so. Still blue. I walked through the entrance and waited. And waited. And waited. I looked around the corridor. Nothing was happening. I turned around and looked at the doorway behind me. It was open. I examined the other side of the hallway. The wall panels remained still. I recalled what the automated voice had told me. There were supposed to be two tests. As far as I knew, I had passed the first one. The second one was a circumstantial test. Whatever that meant. Something to do with circumstances obviously. Was this part of the test? Some sort of unusual circumstance that I was supposed to get through or solve? I strode towards the opposite end of the hallway resolutely. No movement other than my own. I pushed against the panels but they refused to budge. If this was the circumstantial test, they would give me some way to solve it, but so far there doesn’t seem to be any. Almost immediately I heard a noise. I whirled around and watched as my entrance closed behind me. I frowned suspiciously. Did I trigger that? I once more examined the wall panels, searching for a way to open them. At the moment I really didn’t have any hope of opening them.
“I have high hopes for this one.”
“The boy’s name is Seven.”
The man waved his hand dismissively. “That’s only the number we assign them.”
“But it’s the only name they respond to.”
The man ignored her and continued. “Perfect scores!”
“The others had perfect scores. He still hasn’t finished-”
The man overrode her. “And the computer even created extra problems because he completed the test in half the time the others did!”
The woman changed her tactic. “What are you planning to do with this one?”
The man focused on her. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His grin wasn’t comforting.
“Yes, I would.”
“Well, it’s nothing you need to worry your head about.”
Annoyance crept into her voice. “Oh I think this greatly concerns me.”
The man’s attitude soured instantly. He didn’t yell or rage, but his tone contained venomous anger. “Do not threaten me. I could say one word, I could give one command and have you killed, doctor. Never forget I hold your life in my hands.”
This is just a brief blog about what's going to be happening in the future. For those of you who read the first part of my story might've seen the gray (or is it grey?) background. Thanks to Saber's help and some looking at Admiral Skeybar's blog source code, helped with some simple work (background only because that's all I understood at the time lol) but I've been taking a better look at the html behind Skeybar's blog and hoping to apply it to my own (the blog and I Am Seven). So I probably won't put up any blogs for a bit until I finally work out the the kinks of the html as every background and header is slightly different. But, just wanted to let you guys know. Also, once I finish it, if you want to take the code and use it yourself feel free to ask!
I stood up. It was a real voice, or it seemed to be. It wasn't like the fake voice. Everything the fake voice was, She was the opposite. Where the voice was flat and dead, She sounded warm and alive. Where the voice had seemed monotone, She sounded kind. Her voice was beautiful. I missed what She said at first because She was new and, well, completely different from the old voice. I finally realized She was speaking to me when She said my name.
"Seven. Look at your table."
I wondered what She meant because I didn't have a table. Oh, they had shown me the number table before, but it wasn't mine. Confused, I obediently looked around. There it was. At the foot of my bed was the number table. I rushed over, but hesitated some feet away. I glanced up at the ceiling. I knew she wasn't there, in fact, I had no idea where the voices ever came from. But looking up at the tiled ceiling was the closest I ever came to acknowledging her. I was almost asking for permission. "It's alright Seven," She seemed to be laughing at me, but I couldn't tell. "You may touch the table." I reached forward eagerly and grasped the edges. Immediately a blue square appeared around the number one. I jumped back. Did I make that happen? She still had laughter in her voice as She said, "That's the selection square Seven. It symbolizes which test is selected. Right now, you're on Test One."
I glanced up, quizzically this time.
"You're being tested."
My face must have asked the question, because She continued.
"I can't tell you why, because it would make no sense to you and even if you did understand, you might try to produce false results."
Her voice was more instructing this time, as if I didn't know what was going on. I didn't. I just nodded and looked at the table again. This time, I noticed five blue dots above the highlighted square. "That is the test initiation countdown, Seven." She had anticipated my look this time. The lights blinked away in succession. I looked around the room. Nothing had changed. "Give it a second Seven, it needs to load." I blinked rapidly, slightly nonplussed. She had anticipated my look again. Moments later I heard a hiss. A section of the wall three panels tall and two wide opened into a corridor. Like the room I had inhabited for as long as I could remember, it too was white. I sat down on the bed. I knew it was a test. That's what She had told me.
I grabbed the fabric of the bed and held it for a moment. It may not have been much, but it was my home.
"It's time to go Seven."
She seemed sorry, as if She really hadn't wanted me to leave, but was doing this out of necessity. I stood and walked towards the hall. As I entered, I heard another hiss behind me. The panels had slid back into place. I panicked and ran back to them, pushing as hard as I could. Nothing happened. I fought tears and sat down with my back to the wall. I looked down the hallway. It wasn't far, but there was no exit. I closed my eyes, wondering what would happen. Would I be here forever? I looked at my hands as I tried to calm myself. I was shaking. "Deep breaths," I thought to myself. My mind started working again. Perhaps this was the first test? I shook my head. Something would have to happen if it was a test. Unless I was supposed to exit this hallway. Maybe that was the test? It was my only idea, so I stood, preparing to once more see if I could get out. Immediately the hallway lights went out and the walls started collapsing all around me, as smooth as liquid until I was left standing in an open room, not much bigger than my old room. I looked down just in time to see the tiles finish sliding into the floor. Once the mechanical noises subsided, it grew dead quiet. I viewed my surroundings. It was white. I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
I jumped. She was everywhere, voice coming from all directions.
"I need you to look behind you Seven. What do you see?"
I turned. Immediately I was overcome with wonder. The wall was bright, not the white it had been, but full of different things. I realized I had been holding my breath and gasped. In the midst of my white world, the wall was full of colors.
Rule number one. Do not become emotionally attached to the subject. She didn't like that rule. For one thing, they were already playing on the emotions of the children, Seven included. She watched the reaction of a boy dressed in a white jumpsuit. His face registered first shock, then wonder, amazement and ultimately, surprise as he looked at the kaleidoscope of colors he faced. He stood, hands against the wall, gazing at them. She smiled sadly and started speaking.
"Seven, memorize the colors."
I nodded dumbly. I barely heard Her, but still, it would have been hard for me to forget those. Despite the amount of color variations, I memorized them. Blue, aqua, amber, green. Each color was given a name by which I was to remember them.
I was in the midst of running through them in my mind again when they started fading. I leaned forward, trying to glimpse the colors before they disappeared. Within moments, the room was bright white once more.
"Seven, turn around and organize the colors in their proper order." She was firm.
I turned as She asked and looked at the wall. There was a small outcropping that hadn't been there before and underneath was a small pad. I moved towards it and noticed letters on the pad. It was jumbled, with no concise order. In the very ordered room, here was disorder. For a moment I stared at them. They were just letters. They weren't words. They most certainly weren't colors. I stopped and though for a moment about the colors. They each had unique names. Excited, I examined the letters once more. They seemed to correspond with the letters I had seen in the colors names. As I organized the letters into their proper color name, the corresponding color appeared on the outcropping. I jerked my head up as the first faded in and gazed at it.
I brought my head back down and organized the rest of the letters. I looked at the outcropping, satisfied with my work.
"Well done Seven, you can leave the room now."
For a moment I stood still. This was it? Still, She had told me I could leave. I turned to view the room, noticing a doorway of the same size as before. I looked at it with a frown. It hadn't been there before. There seemed to be a lot of things I didn't know. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. My thanks to Her. I walked towards the door and entered into the corridor.
It was an awesome day. I couldn't believe my luck ("In my experience, there is no such thing as luck." Name that quote in the comments!).
My favorite server is never active whenever I'm on, so I've been playing mostly TDM whenever I get on. The map was Crossfire and I was using a M10 shotgun with a grip and the perks UAV Jammer and Dead Silence. I had sprinted down one side of the map, and no enemy was in sight. They were all on the opposite side of the map. My goal was to reach the very back and camp (yeah, no rules about camping on this server. I love it). The UAV showed one enemy sniping, and knowing the HUD layout for sniping, they wouldn't be able to see (or hear me) if they had their scope up. I ran up and shot once, getting the kill. I knew however, that since spawn time is immediate the sniper would come back to his spot to look for me. I ran up the stairs and crouched at the top, watching the bottom. Within ten seconds the guy was back and received another shell to the face. I pulled in a UAV (I already had a kill before those two) and waited as I watched it reveal the two incoming enemies. Chances were they were snipers so I wasn't afraid. Most aren't that good on the server (only 2-3 total that are fantastic). I waited a few more seconds and ran down the stairs. I turned the corner and received a shot from a pistol. Now if it had been HC, then I would have died, but it wasn't, so I knifed him, only to see another body right behind his, which I knifed immediately as well. Things were looking good. I couldn't pull in the Airstrike just yet, and ran into another building. A guy was up in the rafters sniping, so I took him out and proceeded to kill another guy from around the corner. Helicopter. Nice. I was caught by surprise and my streak ended, but it was pretty good. The four games I played I had a streak of 7+ in each, with three different weapons (AK-74u, M10 + Knife, G3).
If anyone wants to play with my each Saturday (in the afternoon/evening) you can find me on Steam under Arcones (there's one other Arcones I think, but I have a J as my profile pic).
I am Seven.
That's my name, or at least, that's what they said is my name. I don't know what Seven stands for. It may be something. It may be nothing. I know that seven is a number, but what's that? They showed me a table once. It had numbers from one all the way to one hundred printed on it. That is the first day I remember. I can't remember anything before that except waking up. I was small then. The stark white-paneled walls seemed to rise up forever. My bed was white too. Only the numbers were black.
I was in that room for a long time. How long is long, you ask? Well, I don't know. I grew a lot and they fed me a lot. I don't know where the food came from except when I woke up, food would be by my bed. But I was alone. I was taught things in that room. How to read, how to write. It's funny though, I never saw anyone. I've never seen myself either. There were only screens which taught me words. And the voice doesn't count, it's too fake. But there must be others. There have to be others. I cannot be here alone.
The fake voice started a count down one day. It was a slow count down, beginning at ten and after every sleep it went down one number. It hit one. And that was when I heard a new voice...
So I did finally get around to writing this, but it didn't come out in April like I promised (one day off, I know, such a slacker). But to get down to business!
As the title says, this blog will be about a couple of things but first, a contest! The idea was given to me by Salsa_Shark when I asked people to post their desktops. Basically we all would post what we see from our windowsills (whichever windowsill you like I guess). I think it's a pretty cool idea and if you guys want to we can organize that. However another idea along the same lines popped up. What about a worldwide scavenger hunt? It may seem a little crazy but I think it would work. A for instance would be something like this: A list of places/things to find is given to the participants and during their regular life if they find it, they take a picture of it and upload it, either to their profile or just to send it to the organizer. Whoever "finds" all of the places/things on the list first, wins. Now if there's a prize, I don't know what it would be and as I'm not made of cash it unfortunately wouldn't be some sort of game! But who knows, we may come up with something.
Next is the pictures. Several people wanted some custom desktop backgrounds and I'm sorry to say that I haven't had time to work on them (once again, I'm a slacker haha). That doesn't mean I won't work on them, but I've had to prioritize things to do recently as my summer became a bit more packed than anticipated. I should be able to get some work done on them soon though, so stay tuned!
And the last part. And more! is a bit vague, so I'll explain. I've wanted to get back to writing short stories, partly because I love to write and also because I actually have stories that would work on a short story scale. If you guys would be interested in reading and critiquing them then it would really push me to write more often and better! If not, well, I'll probably post them anyways, hehe.
So that's all for now! But if you read this far, please leave a comment on what you think and also, since I believe most of you don't receive blog updates, let me know if the picture update system worked and if so, I'll continue to use that.
As always, here's your friendly ModDB-aholic,
Unfortunately my favorite CoD4 server has been hit with lots of lag over the past few months, causing me to switch games for the moment until they fix the problem. Hence this Tales From the Battlefield!
It's been a while since I played L4D2, but I can say it really is satisfying to smash a zombies head off with a frying pan, or simply lay into a running group of 20 or more zombies with the AK-47.
This time around I was playing with my brother and a couple of friends. None of us had played within recent memory so we were all a tad rusty. To add to the fun, we set the difficulty on advanced. That was dumb. Surprisingly we did well for the first four-ish chapters (the campaign was The Parish). What started to kill us however, were the special infected that started spawning (tanks, witches, etc). During a specific part, when the other three guys were using all melee weapons, I was using the Combat Shotgun (semi-automatic if I remember correctly).
We were up on a second story floor and while the rest of my team was inside bashing zombie brains I was on the second story porch (I don't know what else to call it). Over the noise of spilling guts and crunching bones, I heard a sort of "crying" noise. I immediately recognized this as the tell-tale sign of a witch. As of yet, I couldn't see where she was, but it was daytime, so she would be standing and wandering around. I fortunately remembered to wait for my friends before heading down to find her. Now the bright side to my friends weaponry was that they wouldn't have a stray shot that just might startle the witch (after all, they were using melee weapons). I however, was using a shotgun and I immediately remembered that one shot to the back of a witch SHOULD kill her immediately. As we moved on from the porch and across the top of a bus, the witch grew louder. We were getting close. I stayed to the back and simply waited for my friends to kill the zombies ahead while I tried to locate the witch. I did. In a walkthrough shed, she was standing. I walked behind her and put three blasts into her back. AND SHE DIED. I don't think I even needed the other two shells, but I've been on the wrong end of that exchange before and I didn't want it to happen again. When the Witch-Hunter screen came around in the safe-house, I had dealt over 800 damage by myself while my friends had dealt 0.
I checked where I am rank wise among the ModDB members.... And found I'm in the top 100.
I finally got there. That's crazy. I think it deserves some sort of picture (forthcoming :D ).
Anyway... Yeah... Very narcissistic of me I know, but still, how often does that actually happen?
So thanks guys for tracking and commenting and being an overall awesome community!
A quick blog about some new music. Being a big music lover myself, I always try and find new artists to listen to and therefore have several channels that I've subscribed to in order to do so. Most of the music I listen to can be categorized as EDM (Electronic Dance Music) although I do enjoy some alternative stuff occasionally. That said, I would prefer EDM over alternative any day (and as you can see by my video list). If there's an artist you really like or you think I haven't heard of, let me know! I'm always looking to expand my horizons (just make sure it's good stuff :P ).
So if you guys have suggestions, I would love to hear 'em!