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madegeeky · 2 days
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Thanks again for the great map, Garrett. Especially love that basement bit.
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madegeeky · 3 days
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@docholligay
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A small sailor moon comic about destiny. (AU)
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madegeeky · 3 days
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The maps in the original Thief game are so good.
Where you're at is highlighted blue. As you can see, things are going well for Garrett.
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madegeeky · 4 days
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Mars' snake is babysitting some baby dragons while she's at school today.
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madegeeky · 4 days
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"She's not dead. I wouldn't let her." -Xena about Gabriel, season 1
Basically the tag line to the show.
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madegeeky · 8 days
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Epic Free Game (til 18 Apr 2024, 10am)
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Ghostrunner offers a unique single-player experience: fast-paced, violent combat, and an original setting that blends science fiction with post-apocalyptic themes. It tells the story of a world that has already ended and its inhabitants who fight to survive.
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madegeeky · 9 days
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Thinking about The Great and how at the end Marial, who has been there since the beginning, balks and that it's Velementov, the last main conspirator to join and who had the least confidence in Catherine, that stands beside her.
About how the desire for revenge, status, and money couldn't carry Marial through the end. About how she certain she was that, at the beginning, that she would get her status back. About how at the end she looked around and saw nothing but despair and gave up. About how thinking about only of herself, even if it's understandable, made her world so much smaller and darker than it could be. About how courage doesn't just mean taking that first step but taking the final one as well.
About how bad Velementov wanted to do right by his soldiers, by his people, but felt like he couldn't. About how, unlike Marial in the beginning, he gave up and just accepted not only his slow death, but the death of all those he was supposed to protect. About how he looked at Catherine and couldn't stop himself from thinking "What if". About how he looked not just at the soldiers but at the people. About how Velementov, the man that had given up, looked around when everything seemed lost and saw hope.
About how the person standing with Catherine at the end had to be Velementov. How it couldn't be anyone else.
It had to be him because he knew what he was asking her to do. He knew it meant to condemn people to death. He knew what it meant to have to live with that. It had to be him not because he was a soldier but because he was a leader. It had to be him because he knew what it was to be dragged unwillingly out of despair and finally, finally, be given the chance to make the world a better place.
In the end, revenge wasn't enough. Neither was bitterness, greed, or anger. Those emotions can only carry someone so far.
In the end, the fierce burning of knowing that the world can be better, that there is hope, is what wins the day.
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madegeeky · 11 days
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Listen, if you're going to hate characters (especially characters that are specifically made to be unlikeable), that is completely valid.
But at least get your facts right and hate them for things they actually did.
(Reading some particularly weird takes on characters in Beef, the tv show. "I hate her for doing this." Okay but.... she never did that? "I hate him for doing X for Y reason." Okay, but like, he didn't do it for Y reason, he did it for a completely different (imo more understandable) reason?)
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madegeeky · 13 days
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If Switzerland can hit all the notes it needs to and it doesn't win, my friend, who will be forced to listen to me rant about this for months, will go on a killing a spreed.
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madegeeky · 14 days
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Epic Free Games (til 11 Apr 2024, 10am ct)
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Lost in transit while on a colonist ship bound for the edge of the galaxy, you awake decades later only to find yourself in the midst of a deep conspiracy threatening to destroy the colony. Explore the various planets and locations of Halcyon, including the mysterious Gorgon Asteroid and delightful distilleries of Eridanos. As you encounter various factions, all vying for power, the character you decide to become will determine how this player-driven story unfolds.
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Thief is a 1st person stealth-action game by Eidos-Montréal. In this reimagination of the cult classic Thief franchise, steal, stealth and infiltrate your way through the treacherous City as Garrett, the Master Thief.
(Geeky notes on The Outer Worlds: If you like open world fps rpgs, then I cannot recommend this game enough. I will note that the strength of this game is definitely the character work vs the story. Also, important tip, go immediately to town and get your first companion. Companions often have comments on things and you'll miss them otherwise.)
(Geeky notes on Thief: No. This game rips all the best, most interesting, and most charming parts of the games away. Especially the lore which is incredibly interesting. Go find the original games (and a program that helps you cheat if you find the first game as hard as I did). The games still hold up, imo, in both play style, graphics, and story. I know this is free compared to the other ones but please trust me on this: those are cheap and significantly better.)
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madegeeky · 16 days
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God this. This is such a good distillation of the show.
beef really said “i hate you because i see your anger in me. but i still see you. i see you i see you i see you i see you”
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madegeeky · 18 days
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Remember back when I said I wasn't sure of I liked Beef?
But the more I thought it about it the more I loved it.
And then I did a rewatch.
One of best, most interesting, most amazing experiences I've had watching a show. I've never experienced anything like it before and I doubt I ever will again.
Someone please watch Beef and then scream about it with me. T_T
I have finished BEEF (the TV show).
I think it is a *good* show, from a writing and acting standpoint. But do I think it's a great show? I'm not sure. Did I like it? No idea.
I did really really like the last ep, I definitely feel comfortable saying that at least.
Atm, I'd say I'm comfortably at: I dunno (affectionate).
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madegeeky · 18 days
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Am currently doing my daily reading of my dash and none of y'all are safe from the boops. If I see you, you are booped.
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madegeeky · 18 days
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Choose Your Own Adventure– March 2024
Hello and thank you all for choosing to read this yet again! I am pleased to keep doing something. I am working on reminding mysaelf that the point of this exercise is to have something, and it is done in the sorta-kinda structure of a CYOA novel because I need permission for it to be bad, and we’re all just having fun. I keep going!
Challenges abound, in this life. They are capricious and quick as lighting, they are as slow and earned as dark patches of mold. But the challenge itself is not so much the measure of this life, as how it is met. Some houses can be built grasping to a cliff, or piled firmly into a bog, if the builder is daring and willing. 
Lena Oxton was a daring and willing builder of her own life, and relished the challenge of an impossible feat. The corner of her mouth went up in appreciation of life’s little gifts of difficulty as she stood back for a moment and surveyed the house. 
“Nothing to be done but get inside, right? Not burglary, as I’m not planning on taking nothing,’ She reassured the house, ‘it’s only so cold and wet, right? Just going to get warm, and put Fareeha and that Tenoh girl into separate corners. Act of charity, that is.” 
She barely felt the rain, however heavy. The excitement of the game was too much, as her eyes flitted, hummingbird-like, over the little pots of nectar that were each possible entrance to the building. 
There would be no getting into the large glass doors at the ground floor, not without breaking something, and Fareeha would take a more or less dim view of that, as might whatever posh person owned this house, or worse, the national trust. That would be what Fareeha called, an incident, and she did try to avoid incidents. Lena liked to avoid paperwork, so on that score they could agree. 
But there was a trellis, running alongside those bright white columns, up to the flat roof topping that colonnade. Whether the roses were supporting the trellis or the other way around, it was hard to tell, however, and Lena suddenly found herself wondering if she should have had the whole pie set in front of her at the pub. And the mash. And the three ales. 
Well, no, the three ales were necessary, because the Tenoh girl had sat in a bloody Wetherspoons and ordered chicken katsu, had picked the place because there was chicken katsu, despite Lena telling her chicken bloody katsu was a bit less than local to the area and there might be better ways of exorcising the homesickness she did not have, and then been bold enough to act surprised when it hadn’t been straight out of Tokyo. So another ale it was, for Lena Oxton, and Fareeha could look at her as crossways as she liked. 
But the ales were had, and she needed to get into the window, so regrets and second thoughts would only be extra weight, and she dropped them to the damp grass. She took off her jacket and carefully set it under the small bit of roof over the doors. As if a bit more water damage could possibly make the jacket, with its crinkled edges, and stray threads, and a patch job with a dark stain around the edges of it, look any worse.
Lena gave a broad smile to no one and nothing in particular as she bent back into a deep stretch, her hands over her head. It would be easy, if the trellis held. That window up above was almost certainly not locked, so it was only a matter of careful wriggling. Nothing this old was built quite tight. It was one of the more charming bits of England, Lena thought, that the outside was always a bit in, if something had been there long enough. Like it had become part of the country itself, and couldn’t be properly separated. 
She lifted onto the trellis, and began her climb, her fingerless gloves only protecting her slightly from the thorns of the rose that climbed alongside her. She gave a small, rare thanks for being built the way she was–her feet slipped easily into the holes of the trellis, and she began to pick speed. 
Until the trellis seemed to realize that she was there, and its voice croaked, an old and blueblooded madam affronted by the gall of a dockworker’s granddaughter to presume she was welcome. Lena barely had a moment before the trellis slipped away from the rest of the house like an evening fur, but a moment was all she needed to jump to the edge of the roof and pull herself, inelegant and flat on her stomach, to the safety of the flat space. 
She was soaking wet, but she still took a moment to roll on her back and laugh. There were warm clothes in the van, she’d change as soon as she got back. The window was all that she could have hoped for and more, rotting at the very edges of the painted wood. Lena took a tiny penknife out of her pocket and slipped it into the edge of the sill at the bottom, hoping it was stalwart enough for the job. The rain had swelled the old wood, and it stuck firmly. She leaned on it a little more heavily, but to no avail. 
Lena rocked back on her heels and tried to think. She pushed up on the sill, strong as she could. She pressed and pressed, and then–a chuck of old wood came flying off the sill, onto the ground, but the window remained shut. 
“Oh, come on!” Lena implored the house, and leaned against the window glass. “Please just let me in. It’s bloody freezing, and no one else is making use of you, and–I promise I’m very respectful. Trellis aside. Also the window frame. In general, I suppose.” 
There was a strange ripple, that ran through Lena, a sort of deep thrumming that she felt rather than heard, and she stepped back from the window. Just to the left, a french window simply popped open. Just an inch. Barely enough to be seen. But Lena watched the house let her in. 
As she walked toward the window, in the back of her mind, she could hear her father’s voice, from far away. She couldn’t hear what he was saying as she climbed inside. 
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Challenges abound, in this life.
Fareeha closed her eyes and took a breath. People often remarked that it must be so hard, being a military commander. Giving directives on the field. It was nothing to her. It is easy to give orders, when the only consideration is the wisdom of the order itself. When people follow instructions, it is easy to give them. The matter is closed. 
Command is easy, and management is hard. Sitting in a van in the rain, attempting to mollify the feelings of an overly-sensitive potential donor while putting up with needling of little her friend, was taking Fareeha to the end of her tether. She should have offered to go on ahead, and left Lena with the problem. She was better with people. She understood how to be charming, more easily. 
When she felt inclined to, which was sometimes the trouble with Lena. She did not feel thus inclined, on the subject of the Kaioh family representatives. 
So it was on her, to make connections for Overwatch, and so Fareeha turned to Doc, who was still sitting quietly in the corner, foot thumping on the bottom of the van. 
“Help me with something.” 
Doc nodded. “Can’t hurt.” 
Fareeha rolled her eyes, but flung open the van door and zipped her collar back up to its full height. Mina and Haruka were huddled under the umbrella, looking out at the dark fields, the possibility of a small town at the edge of them. The United Kingdom was so small, and yet they had managed to get so far from anything. It seemed to defy sense, but it had happened, and therefore it must be perfectly explicable. There were plenty of places such things could happen, even here. 
She cleared her throat, and Haruka and Mina both turned to look at her. 
“I–apologize. I am from Egypt, and, so, the cold and wet irritates me. I become difficult. So I have been told.” 
The corner of Mina’s mouth raised, but she said nothing. Fareeha walked toward them, letting her eyes rest on the dark road, and the bright white of the cigarette butt lying atop it. She bent down and picked it up, looking first to it, and then to Haruka. 
“You have forgotten your litter.” She swallowed. “ An easy mistake, of course. I will handle it.” 
She pocketed the cigarette butt and let her eyes drift along the edge of the darkness. Standing in front of the two of them, their eyes on her, expectantly, she realized that while she had resolved to allow Haruka to help her with something, she had utterly failed to figure out what the thing she could help with might be. 
Foolish. She was constantly chiding Lena over her impulsivity. She did whatever came to her mind first, and never thought a day, a month, a year past it. But at least her impulse came with it a certain quality of genius, while Fareeha had no gift for improvisation. She was a careful strategist.But here she was, barelling forward without the benefit of planning, and now the very people she needed to impress were staring at her with expectation as she stammered. 
“I was–I wonder.” Fareeha turned toward them, “If, the van being broken, we should wait for Lena, or follow to the house with her. I was hoping, Haruka, that you could help me decide. Which is wiser. I have not done many country drives, in places like this. I was told you like to drive in the country, back home.” 
It was smarter to stay, of course, even allowing for the fact that Lena was just as likely drinking a few pints and watching some football highlight reel right now. But Haruka would know the same, and could imagine herself an important part of the larger workings Overwatch. 
Fareeha wrested the words from her own mouth like a bone from a starving dog. 
“I need your help.”
Challenges abound, in this life.
What should Haruka say?
results! The spooky details will be posted down here as they are used in future chapters, so don’t worry about not seeing them right now. I’ve got them!
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madegeeky · 19 days
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I'm reblogging this so I can self-boop so I can psuedo-boop @thelearningcat just in case she doesn't get on tumblr to boop on time.
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Storm does not find the gift from his aunt and uncle as enjoyable as I do. He did keep it on until I walked away, and he realized I had no intention of stopping his suffering.
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madegeeky · 20 days
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Epic Free Game (til 4 Apr 2024, 10am ct)
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Take to the sky and reunite a fragmented world in this surprisingly wholesome metroidvania! Help Iko adventure across beautiful hand-painted islands, receive letters from a quirky cast of characters, and face powerful monstrous adversaries.
#free games roundup#next week is outer worlds again which i highly recommend#and also the thief remake which is garbage#you know one of the most interesting and best things about the thief games?#the lore and everything that comes with it#that sounds insane i know it's just a game about stealing stuff#but the lore in it was so interesting#and they just didn't even bother at all with the lore?#like this amazing and original and fascinating lore?#gods and factions and wild magic and metal technology and they ignore it?#like i just do not understand it at all#anyway if you're into stealth games i cannot recommend the thief games enough#the first one can be a bit rough around the edges#but then they were doing something that no one had done before#so they were basically having to just mcguyver stuff until it worked#honestly i recommend using cheats to help with the rougher tough spots#there's not any to use the traditional way (commands)#i think that i had to find like a separate program for it#mostly i use it for dealing with zombies#because yeah there are zombies in the thief game#and you deal with them really early on#you think they'd slowly introduce zombies into a game that's supposed to be stealing#but nope it's like here's the second level with zombies XD#oooo and i love the maps in thief#they're awesome#they're hand drawn and they're based on what info garret can find#so they're often missing chunks of data and you just have to explore#it's such a little thing that i feel adds so much to the feel of the game#anyway apologies for next week when you'll probably hear this rant again >.<#i was really excited for the thief remake too :(
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