#AND GOT MY GAME WITHOUT SPENDING ANY SCARCE MONEY
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April 2003. This is a roleplay story within the MMORPG game called Nexus: The Kingdom of the Winds. This is one of the best roleplay stories I’ve ever written. This was for a member application for the clan Oceana.
I was a humble young man, born from poverty. I lived in the shacks just outside of Kugnae, and everyday, I watched as people walk in and out of the gates. As I watched them with wide-eyed awe, I wondered to myself if I was ever going to be like them. Everyone seemed to be so well to do, without anything to worry about...like food. Food that my family scarcely had. I grew up with the determination to be rich and powerful.
Years had passed. True to my word, I achieved my goal to be rich and powerful. I had a huge house, money to spend anything with, and I learned through the Warrior Guildmaster to be a powerful Chung Ryong Warrior. I had achieved the 4th Level of the art of Chung Ryong and didn't look back.
Due to this, I had become arrogant and rude. I would go to arenas and kill everyone in all the tournaments. I was ruthless. They dubbed me as the Dark Knight as I would always wear dark armor. I showed no mercy to anyone, and I grew richer and richer.
One day, as I got out of one of the arenas, having finished one tournament, I felt the urge to go to Dae Shore. I never went there in my life, with the exception of doing a quest from the Warrior Guildmaster to help the Sea King. But that was years ago, and I had pushed it at the back of my memory. I wandered to the shore and sat at the embankment. I felt the need to meditate right then and there, though I haven't done that before.
As I meditated, I saw a vision in my mind. It was a vision of a beautiful woman. Her dress was blue, blue as the sea, and it had sequins that twinkled like the ripples of the water. She had a little crown on her head, and I realized she was of royalty. She looked at me with sad eyes, and seemed to beckon me to help her. I felt the inclination to do so, but as I reached out to her, the vision disappeared, and I woke up from my trance with a start.
I pondered for a moment, and I didn't know what to think of the vision. My Guildmaster always had an answer for everything, so I went to him and asked him about it.
“I'm afraid I do not have the answer that you seek.” he began, after I told him the story. “There is a clan that may be able to help you, though.
“They are called Oceana. They are Children of the Tides. The woman you tell me about seems like a Princess that belongs in the waters. The Oceana clan might be able to identify her.” the Guildmaster told me. And so I went.
I have seen the Oceana clan before. They seemed to keep to themselves, but I heard from rumors that they have just arrived to Koguryo a year ago. Their hall faced the ocean, which seemed appropriate because of their relation to the Sea King. I wrote a letter and gave it to a messenger to deliver to the clan, hoping to talk to one of the people within the clan. A few hours later, I received a letter, saying that they couldn't talk to me then, but if I needed any advice I should go to Chu Rua, the aged sea turtle. I remember Chu Rua, as he helped guide me to do that quest from long ago. I trudged towards where he resided, along the shores of the Guol.
“Ah, 'tis you again.” the old Chu Rua smiled.
“You remember me?” I stopped in surprise.
“Yes. How could I forget the person who helped me save my King?” Chu Rua said.
“I have come seeking for answers of a vision I have seen..” I began, telling Chu Rua the whole story of my vision.
“The woman you are talking about in your vision is the Sea Princess. No mistake.” Chu Rua began. “I believe she is beckoning to you, because she feels that your strength and determination will help save the Children of the Tides.”
“Children of the Tides...you mean Oceana?” I asked incredulously. “But they seem to be thriving well without my help.”
“Ah, but that is only the surface. No one knows what really lies skin-deep.” Chu Rua regarded me with wise eyes.
“I have no time for such useless things!” I growled impatiently.
“Oh, but you do. I feel it in your heart.” he calmly said. “You were once a humble young man, and you have forgotten the value of community and heart.” Chu Rua pondered for a moment. “Maybe I was mistaken. The Children of the Tides do not need your help. You need theirs.”
“Bah! Impossible! I need nothing!” I shouted angrily.
Chu Rua smiled. “You have strayed from your family as soon as you grew up. You abandoned and brushed off their pleas for help. A few years passed and your family died, from sickness and poverty. You did nothing to help them. As soon as you realized the loss of what you have created, you have accumulated guilt and remorse. Your guilt has turned to more hatred and ruthlessness that you have become arrogant and cruel. It is time to repay your debts and become humble once more.”
As I listened to Chu Rua, I realized that he was right. All the nightmares I get at night, the ruthlessness I show in tournaments...it left me empty. I bowed my head, and suddenly, a ray of light shone behind me. I turn around, and there she was. The woman in my vision. The Sea Princess.
“It is time, my dear,” she began, with a smile and tears in her eyes. “It is time to go back and be part of a family again.” Then she vanished.
I walked back to Kugnae, with a lighter heart. I now felt that I needed a new family, who will take me on with loving arms. I needed to be humble again. I sent another parcel to an Oceana messenger, this time requesting to be taken on as part of their clan...their family.
It’s been awfully solitary lately. Not that that has really changed or anybody really expected it to. I’m still casually applying for jobs I never get a response back from. I’m almost finished with my taxes but still waiting to file them. I’ve spent about nine months in the dark wondering about a lot of things. The most pressing and annoying was financial. Wondering if I was going to be fucked come tax time is no longer an exhausting fear. I’ve been out of debt for the first time in my life since September. That doesn’t seem to matter much to people unless it’s to get me to spend more money. Most of my situation has been spent in isolation trying to keep it that way. I’m in a very different place than where I started back in July. I’m still expecting to not find a real job until after a full year has passed of being let go. That’s an awful thing to say in theory. Because my entire professional network has been dead and buried with only small signs of life. I’ve learned that nobody talks to you in this process. They expect you to reach out and reconnect with whatever matrix battery infrastructure social vampires are feeding off of these days. For me it hasn’t really been worth it. Broadcasting your moves all over the place regardless what they are never really helped my situation. It was me in the end who got up off the ground and kept walking. By all accounts I shouldn’t have been this accounted for. But my dad is a CPA and my mom did our taxes for years. So I figured out a horrifically complicated tax year and am over some sort of hump. This is what worries me about the next phase of everything. That we all come out of this thinking we’re still in this together. That we can just laugh and dance away the pain that’s healed over. That we can ignore the systemic problems that brought us to this point where I hear the word systems in every conversation and think it’s a projected message to me. The only secret messages I pay attention to is undying love and affection. Everything else is kind of a waste of my time when I don’t feel included in anything. There are reasons nobody can be direct anymore. Everybody seems to be balancing fifteen different narratives that divert so wildly from the main quest line that the world has become a free for all. I’d argue it’s always been that way. Whatever grand design or social experiment I’ve failed to be included in really just points to how lame people can be. If people can’t entrap you they’ll mine your past until they can find somebody who will. And lately because I’ve been more visible week to week with streaming, these rats seem to come out of the woodwork. Everybody thinking my next pivot in the rat race will be something they have the keys to. My future success and inclusion has already been prewritten. I’d argue in America it’s always been foretold. Chalk it up to the economics of the post war nuclear family. That’s how the rich make their money. Possibly too why we’re so obsessed with starting more wars. The American dreams is always something less than what I deserve to keep the powers that be happy. Whether that’s salary, opportunity, or place in the tiers of class that define what we can or cannot attain. People in communist countries have often complained about how the only way to advance was to go abroad for school or join the army. It’s not really that much different here in America. In fact, I’d argue these days it’s worse. There are entire career paths in America locked out by military service. The cybersecurity industry being one of them. And the jobs overseas are seemingly locked out due to class and who you know. The sons and daughters of generational wealth need to leave the nest. I’m supposed to get the message my place is somewhere else. A game of musical chairs in dead silence. And yet I haven’t been able to go anywhere for nine months. Not that I care about staying around the house for nine months. That’s good practice for making a baby I guess. They left an android on a planet for a whole ten years in Alien Covenant. Look at the mess that guy made.
I don’t really know what to do anymore. I was supposed wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. Which in some ways has happened. I’m due for my second shot of vaccine in a couple of weeks. My financial health is what it should have been years ago if I hadn’t spent my life helping and getting conned by other people. I don’t mind helping other people. It’s in my nature to be kind, gentle, genuine and all that mess. So much so that people’s constant punking and testing of my street level credibility has become a threat to my mental health. I don’t leave the house much anymore because everyone has been deluded into thinking they have full access to me. That I am some celebrity. Or I am some revolutionary threat that nobody can seem to touch. I don’t touch back. That’s been the biggest shit of this whole entire mess. I’d love to have a relationship. I’d love to continue on with my life. I’d love to go back and honor the last ten or twenty years of being a real human being by sharing that with someone. And for the most part, I believe that will happen someday eventually. Particularly with someone who understands the value of why I kept myself and things sacred. I don’t fuck with people at all out here. I never have. And it’s sort of ridiculous for people to draw their own conclusions as to why when nobody can be fucking bothered to ask my name. People I made music with and shared spaces with have gone ghost. My linkedin profile is dustier than this website when it comes to human interaction. The only people in my inbox have been bots, scams, and worse. Everybody has the trick in which to catch you off guard. And yet for all the time I spend protecting myself and staying vigilant, the rest of the world just acts like it’s yolo time. And yolo time will most definitely be this summer. When everyone can dance and sing. Celebrate our freedom from the virus. Party and forget the troubles they created. And I’ll just be out here wondering why everything is so fucking lame. There’s an entire year of exile that shouldn’t be called anything but. I’ve learned through writing here every week that persistence can be rewarding. But the audience here is different. People aren’t trying to be seen here. We’re trying to find shelter. This site as anonymous and dumb as it is acts like cover for many things we cherish. There’s an intimacy I’ve grown to love about being forgotten. It’s the fact that people are so self centered they are incapable of remembering you or your context. When you control your own narrative as a writer, you know when people read it. You know when you bleed your heart out and tell it like it is how people respond to it. People are threatened by the truth, so they libel and talk shit every chance they get. They’re afraid eventually that truth will come out of the well and shame them. And the truth is, that already happened with me. I just realized how little of my past really cared. It isn’t like I haven’t shared my thoughts on this. I’m sure whatever artificial intelligence scrapes my blog has learned how to sound genuine through me. But for some reason I can’t express that genuine feeling to anyone but a small, solid core group of people. Was it my intention to be seen? Was it my intention to fake it until I make it? How much do I have to do to not feel invisible anymore? How can you look so drastically different on paper financially and just be treated face value like a bum? How useless can you feel week after week when all people have ever done is copy you and say they’re better? We’re talking decades of this by now. There’s so many small things I’ve done that people think they’re better at. Nobody is better than me at being kind. I’d know. I wouldn’t have sat here and rotted by myself in pain for so many months. I’ve been left to my own devices when they don’t glitch out. Judging how I fix things before anyone understands there’s anything wrong, I’ll be ok. I can’t say the same for the rest of the world. Nobody will ever realize the deeper problem I deal with every day. And that fear of being alone isn’t a fear anymore. I’m more afraid of the liability of the fair weather friends society thinks I need to maintain to be normal.
My friends are pretty much here. The amount of emotional support I’ve received from just a click cannot be understated. I’m sure some of my friends are hidden behind complex onion layers of safety, duty, and worse. I never expected anything out of this other than connection and sanity. We come to these platforms because they are communities. Tribal tendencies exist in America because it’s easier to herd sheep together. Collect the wool into an IPO every one or two years to sell off to hide money that isn’t there. America has become a hall of mirrors sponsored by Enron-esque mark to market accounting. The jobs are there but no one is hiring for skill. They’re hiring on expectations how you fit into their complex balance sheet. They’re looking for leverage. I worked for a non profit for over two decades. Watching the Theranos documentary the other day explained it perfectly. The rich will double down on any investment if they believe they are doing a social good. And they’ll shower themselves with praise for it. Think Bill Gates saving the world from disease while selling VR to the military presumably for drone strikes. The rich definitely have a great PR campaign and all the tax loopholes to sustain it. But the reality is that much of that money never touches the people that really need it. The opportunities are scarce. The fight for them is fierce. And yet no one truly understands the value of anything other than money. The things that we are expected to do for a society that pretends we don’t exist. Shoveling the snow for our neighbors. Delivering packages to your door for months without a word. I have become more of a ghost than I would ever have realized. A memory people talk about and whisper to each other that haunts them in the flesh. An urban legend that people make fun of and secretly wish they could be. I can continue to be a ghost for pretty much the rest of the year. Waiting for someone to see my true value and point me into the life they think I deserve. As long as that life doesn’t overstep their protected and privileged space. This has never been a two way street. For all the good I try to do and above it all I try to be, the results are horrific. I live in a nightmare so vivid that my dreams are comical to me. I woke up from a dream that my mom was berating me to find a job. I speak to my parents on the phone every week. They don’t even mention it. It’s quite the opposite. I’ve beaten myself up for an entire year wondering if this is what everyone wanted. To break me down and neutralize me. To bring me down to a level where I was no longer a threat. And honestly I’m more free in the long run. People can’t figure out what to do with me. They can’t figure out where I belong in their complex web of lies, deceit and backstabbing. And I’ve carved out a small bulwark for myself. It’s like I live in a little cabin or shelter. Sanctuary from the fallout of greed. People can throw stones but they can’t get inside. Even if they did they’d find me and run away afraid to face the reality. And that’s where I sit week after week. Trying to find something that honors what I’ve been through. And that doesn’t really include some secret plot for me to play video games to an audience of two. One being the fbi agent and the other for the cia presumably. I’m joking of course. I’ve secretly realized that I’ve already made it and tell myself to stop trying so hard. I’ve tried hard to prove I’m something for years and I just keep on becoming more invisible. I’d be more worried if I didn’t recognize it for what it is. You disconnect from your past through growth. You outlast your competition. You stay resilient. And you wait for people to ask the right questions. And you can do that for a really long time as long as you budget yourself correctly. I’ve got a lot of runway to see these people choke on their own fumes. And I will win like I always do. It’s just some of these games are not worth playing when the odds are set up against you from behind the scenes. I’ve come the furthest without anyone knowing or caring to know who the fuck I am. Why fuck up a good thing? Especially when it’s there for you week after week. Year after year. One click at a time. The best things in life take their time. And I definitely don’t regret the time I spend here. Ok maybe some of the memes you people post. One person’s treasure is another one’s cringe. That’s what the scroll bar is for. <3 Tim
Allen X’s Gacha Rules for a ‘Good’ Gacha Game (Featuring Arknights)
Hey look, that Arknights essay came quicker than I thought.
Continuing on my goal of finishing up all my years-old drafts by the end of February, I think it’s pretty damn convenient that I glanced over this half-finished opinion piece just in time for the next limited banner for Arknight’s CN server to be announced. This is a topic I’ve been wanting to cover for awhile now. If there was anything that was a decent marker for Allen X’s gaming experience these past 4-ish years it was the fact that he got real into Gacha Games. I’ve dipped my toe into quite a few different Gacha phone games over the years. AFK Arena, Granblue Fantasy, Girls Frontline, and even an Ikkitousen gacha game at one point. And of course Arknights, which is my current main gacha game at the moment.
Honestly, the only thing I didn’t play was Fate/Grand Order, and for damn good reason, but one thing at a time.
Anyway, with all that time I spent playing these games I’ve slowly given myself a ruleset and mindset for how I handle these gacha games. And I figured I’d talk about how I go about playing some of them, some of the experiences I’ve gained, and what I look into when it comes to the money portion of playing a ‘free-to-play’ game. I’ll mostly be talking about Arknights since it’s the main gacha game I’ve been playing for the past year and I don’t play two of these at once for damn good reason.
So, with that all said, let’s start off with...
Point 1: Methods of Ten-Pulls
For those new, the typical loop for most gacha games is to roll for rare characters and use them to complete segments of the game, whether for their looks, stats, or playstyle (but mostly looks). The characters themselves are usually drawn in an attractive and appealing way, along with having abilities and statistics that are desirable from a gameplay perspective, at least those of a higher rarity. The more you pull and buy into the gacha, the higher the chance you get for a rare character. Some games have deals where you pull can pull for free with some in-game resource like Girls Frontline, and more commonly the game encourages you to pull 10 at a time to increase your chances.
For any good gacha game, I feel you should be able to pull for free at a fair rate. That varies a lot depending the game mechanics at play, how the game handles duplicate pulls, the rarity rate of gacha pulls, and so on, but in general if you can pull 10 times every two weeks I’ll consider the game fair, at least on that front.
Arknights is actually a pretty good example of this. Headhunting aside, you can pull 4 times a day using in-game resources in the recruitment section of the menu, but those pulls tend to be a lot more common and not viable in the endgame like some of the ones you get in headhunting. And even without the recruitment section you can usually ten-pull about twice a month if you do the daily and weekly missions plus the weekly Annihilation missions. When I first discussed Arknights in this regard I had some confusion about how Annihilation worked and assumed it reset monthly. I apologize if I misled people with that statement.
Anyway, by doing all the activities and missions that give you Orundum, the gacha currency, you should be able to collection about 10,000 Orundum every month, which is one guaranteed ten-pull a month. This is a little under what I would had preferred for Arknights and there’s a good chance I’m missing a free source of Orundum somewhere (and I’m rounding down to play it safe), but... it’s fair enough.
But onto my second point.
Point 2: Premium Currency in Relation to Real-World Currency.
In short, I should have a clear idea how much it cost to pull a character if I was going to whale. Typically, in most gacha games you can purchase a premium currency in order to pull characters with real world money. The amount can vary from game to game, but there should be a clear idea of how much it cost to pull for a character.
As a free-to-play game, most gacha games do need some kind of reliable income. Let’s be real here, this game doesn’t run on happiness and sunshine and I don’t mind giving money to products I want to see succeed and continue, but if it takes 20 bucks to ten-pull I’m going to find that ridiculous unless the gacha rate is in highly my favor.
Arknights uses Originium Prime as it’s premium currency, an item that can be transferred into 180 Orundum per unit. One Originium Prime costs one dollar. You need about 33 Originium Prime to get the 6,000 Orundum needed to pull ten times, or a little over 3 Originium Prime to pull once using 600 Orundum. This means on average it costs around $33 to pull on command.
This is absurd for a tower defense game.
Now, Originium Prime does a lot more than let you engage with the gacha, but the brass tacks of this is that for every ten-pull you do you could just as easily get 3 games off a Steam sale, maybe more. I also think I should note that Arknight’s store lets you buy 40 Originium Prime for $30 as a bundle, cutting that cost to about 75 cents per Originium Prime. There’s also an option for 66 Originium Prime for $50, but that for just a little over 75 cents per Originium Prime if my math is correct. Either way, Arknights is asking for quite the price to engage in one of its main mechanics.
And yes, you can gain Originium Prime in game by perfect-clearing stages and clearing the challenge modes, but there’s a finite a moment of those stages and events maps are pretty scarce in Arknights, coming around once every two-ish months with about 15-20 chances for Originium Prime. As a casual player this is... fine, but for folks that rush the endgame this is... a tad much.
Now, I’m a casual player. I don’t rush to the latest content and I don’t try and min-max a gacha game of all things. As much I mostly just buy a monthly pack that grants me about 300 Orundum for free daily for 30 days and 6 Originium Prime upon purchase. This makes the grind a little easier and it’s a cheap way to show monetary support to the development team. However, I do recognize there are people that do these min-max and rush content and my opinion of these folks aside I think those folks probably spend the most money as well, undeservedly so. But this is more a discussion of the individual person and not the gacha community as a whole.
So... moving on...
Point 3: Late Game Viability as a Free-to-Play
To me, it should never feel like you need the gacha to finish the game or get to the endgame content. For a free to play game, you should be able to at least finish the initial pre-update content without needing to try and a pull a rare character to get you through a hard segment of the game. Events and Post-Launch stuff have a bit of wiggle room, but overall I don’t think you should need a team of the rarest characters to just beat the game, at least not a meta-team. That doesn’t mean the desire to pull can’t be there, but at least for the launch-content, you should be able to finish it out as a free-to-play player. Thankfully, most games (most good games) will give you a pretty decent team to work with if you truly have bad luck with rolls. Girls Frontline is a good example of this.
Arknights... isn’t as generous as I’d like it to be.
In Arknights, by the end of Chapter 4, with limited engagement of the Gacha, you’ll have handful of 4-Stars that can be leveled to the late game with decent stats, Amiya, and an assortment of 3 stars that can technically get you through those first four chapters if used and placed wisely. But some four stars like Gavial, Courier, and Dur-nar are time-limited if I remember correctly, so as of me typing this there’s no reliable way to get some of those characters.
Meanwhile, in Girls Frontline you got most of team Anti-Rain by the mid-game pre-updates, a group of 4-star guns that had already great utility and with half of their members being in the meta of the pre-update endgame content, and are still viable to this day if I remember correctly.
This is a major point of contention I have with Arknights. I think they’re fairer than most gacha games, but I’ll admit they don’t like giving handouts, not as many as I’d prefer anyway. Even the stingy AFK Arena gave you more stuff after maintenance updates and the like, and I hate the fact that I complimented AFK Arena on anything.
But onto my last point.
Point 4: 5-Star/SSR Rates Must be Around 4% or Higher.
This is the main reason I’ll never touch F/GO (along with other reasons). Every gacha game should, statistically, guarantee a five-star/SSR/highest-tier rarity after 30 pulls. Any more than that and you’re playing with a rigged slot machine by my standards. Like I said, the main goal of most gacha games is to get you pulling for these are fancily drawn jpegs and pngs, and while those characters technically have gameplay function and even limited animation in certain non-gameplay settings, they’re still pictures nonetheless. And if I have to dip more than 30 times to get something good then what’s the point.
Again, using Arknights, their 5-Stars are at a rather generous 8%, but their 6-Stars being at a tad crueler 2%. By all accounts, I shouldn’t be touching Arknights because of this, but due to the nature of how busted Six-Stars are and a few other details like base functions, potential levels, and some other factors in Arknights gameplay, I let this slide for the moment.
Regardless, I shouldn’t take more than 20 pulls to get a highly rated unit of some sort. The details of the specific unit can be discussed at a later date, but my point remains.
Also, any gacha game that mixes accessories and characters in the same pull pool is equally unplayable. Characters have utility and gameplay functions that can be used for multiple strategies and methods, along with out-of-game benefits ala the base mechanics of Arknights depending on the game. Accessories and items are stat buffs in game where grinding levels is already purposely tedious. Anything making that act more of a hinderance is honestly trying to rob you blind and should be avoided like the plague.
Now... one more thing to talk about.
About Arknights Specifically
You know... between me bitching about Chapter 7, bitching about Chapter 6, bitching about 7-18, and bitching about Code of Brawl I get the feeling you all think I hate Arknights.
Trust me, I only whine and moan because I love this game and the people who made it, I wouldn’t waste my breath or keystrokes otherwise.
That said, I would like to see some things change about Arknights on a foundational level. I’ll try and keep this short, but no promises.
Endgame Team for Free
This is the team you have to work with for 6-7 because of story reasons and I think this team should gained for free to by the end of chapter 6, everyone in this squad should be in your rooster by the end. Even Blaze, her kit is good, but not as busted as Silverash so she wouldn’t shatter the game’s difficulty. This team overall is very well balanced for end game content and has all the essentials to get through it. E2 medics and guards, cheap vanguards and defenders for last minute placements to stall, a good sniper that can do solid burst damage, some specialists just in case you need to manipulate enemy movement and path detection. I believe you can get Rope, FEater, and Myrrh free, but Blaze and Greythroat for reliable lategame damage feels like a must. And I see nothing wrong with giving out those two for free anyway, especially for what was near endgame content at the time and how pivotal Blaze and Greythroat were to the storyline of Chapter 6. And yes I feel the same way about Rosmontis in Chapter 7 too. She’s actually a pretty niche unit and a 6-Star that’s expensive to upgrade, just having her in your pocket wouldn’t shatter the game like it would be if you gave us, again, Silverash.
I think arguing for cheaper prices with the Originium Prime is a fools errand because corporations will never listen, but I’ll at least say this. The rules of the gacha that followed the WWE Banner should be for all future banner. You should get a banner-specific currency that lets you outright buy the rare units on said banner if you have bad enough luck. You needed to pull 300 times to get W or Weedy and about 50 times to get Elysium. I feel like both of these should be cut in half. Going by the math I previously did counting that requirement in half would mean only doing 15 ten-pulls, about 495 Originium Prime (89,100 Orundum) or a little over $370 for a limited operator.
This is still absurd for a tower defense game, but it is a far more fair than the original system.
Other Small Quality of Life Changes
A quick pull for recruitment operators so we don’t have to see the bag animation 4 times over. Girls Frontline had something similar by the time I left and it was all the better for it.
A similar form of auto-play to Girls Frontline where you can send in one of your 4 squads to auto play a map off screen a number of times and come back later when they’re down for materials at the cost of extra sanity.
Have a Orundum be a log-in reward. Again, something Girls Frontline did and I think coughing out 1,000 Orundum once a week wouldn’t kill anyone.
Buff Amiya goddammit. Either remove/shorten the stun on her S2 to make her have reliable (if random) magical burst damage or remove the instant retreat on her S3 so she can become a hard-hitting damage unit at the cost of a high SP cost and cooldown timer. Don’t give major drawbacks to your only non-event free 5-Star when Silverash exists. When Click and Haze has more viability than your main character you have a problem.
Anyway, that’ll be it for me. Next time... I talk about something that isn’t me bitching.
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Uninviting Cataclysm (Alastor x Reader) Chapter 4
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For the next few weeks of your relationship with Alastor went from being worried about your well being to having hope that your life wasn't just a masterpiece of disaster. Things were finally looking up for you. Throughout those few weeks you got closer to Al, Mimzy, and Husk. Mimzy took some time to warm up to you and gave you the occasional threat now and again. You came to the conclusion that she cared for Al in a way that an older sibling protected their younger sibling. You can kind of see from her stand point of some random bim coming about and being the object of his affection.
You felt the same way when Issacs's girl erratically showed up one night. They both came home from hitting the town and getting liquored up. Mama was a wreck that night yelling and hitting Isaac with her small hands. Papa escorted the young lady to the guest room, deeming her not stout enough to carry herself back home. Ever since that night you saw the young couple in a dimmer light. Losing some respect for your elder twin in the process.
Husk on the other hand warmed up to pretty fast. Every time Al brings you back to the club, Husk and yourself play a couple of card games, losers usually paid for lunch. Teaching you how to deal all the way to keeping a straight face. He's a nice guy altogether, crunchy on the exterior and soft on the interior. But, you estimated that Al didn't like you talking with Husk for too long. He even goes out of his way to break up any sort of conversation if he sees you two getting too close.
But, the most valuable information you received these scarce weeks were from the man himself.
Alastor, the radio man is very hands on with you especially your waist. He wraps his lanky arms around your petite waist and gives you a strong, short squeeze before cuddling next to you. The only problem is he has to initiate the touching and he gets pissed easily. Al got so irritated when you gave him a shocking hug from behind and gave you a stern lecture with a small pat on the behind. You figured he hated people touching him without permission. To prove this theory you tried holding his hand when the two of you were alone. He yanked that arm back so fast all you saw was a blur. It took you around thirty minutes to get him to calm himself down. He spent the rest of the day with his hands in his pockets whenever you came into the room.
Your courtier would never take you to his house, but he would happily go to your home and chat with the family. You were quite perplexed that your papa liked him. He's the type of dad that gets mad if his little girl even has a crush on another boy. Yet, it didn't stop there, even your brother found him likable. You're very liberated that they all seem to get along, but you were a little disappointed that they weren't as protective as you would think. Nonetheless, you felt very fulfilled with your man that day.
Going on small dates are pretty joyful considering Al knows how to keep the fun going. If you even look like you're bored or uninterested he makes either witted jokes or invades your personal space in an attempt to fluster you. On some nights if you're really lucky he does more than just kiss you goodnight.
Next, you seem to notice whenever family is brought up he talks about his mother in a very bright light. But, he never talks about his father. You brought it up to him and he dismissively walked around the whole topic. So, you never brought it back up instead you got him to talk about his mom. Apparently he gets most of his personality from his mother, Abigail. She taught him how to make jambalaya, singing, his etiquette knowledge and that prize winning smile that adores his features. This guy brings up his mother with such admiration that makes you question it sometimes. It's not that you mind his banter, in fact you found it amusing to hear him talk so fondly about her. You won't lie about feeling a little jealous from their closeness.
He's definitely a Mama's Boy .
The last details you noticed were the really late night hunting he does. That lean frame of his is covered in scratches and small bruises. He tells you that most of his scars come from deer or jagged tree branches. It didn't explain the scratch marks on his neck. He told you those marks on his neck are from your guys last intimate moment together and without questioning him you believed his word. You don't remember clawing his skin. You left it at that and took him inside to mend his sore muscles.
Blood underneath his finger nails took you aback, when he took his gloves off. You offered to help clean them, but he was really reluctant to even let you stare at them. You just wanted to help, but he thought otherwise. He stared at you from the corner of his eye before giving you a loud laugh and a resounding 'No.'. Like everything else in your relationship you just let it go without any further question.
You should've known better.
Nearing the end of June, with most people trying to find efficient ways of keeping cool. You were inside a hot kitchen all day baking a whole batch of beignets for a special little boy. Joseph's last night here was today and you wanted to make it fantastic for him. So, you invited all his school friends, neighbors and some of Claire's friends. You were going to spend most of your hard earned money on his go away party, however Al stepped in to pay for most of the expenses. He even invited Mimzy and Husk for entertainment wise. That incident still gave you butterflies and a genuine smile on your face.
The only thing you needed to do was powder the pastries and get ready for the night of fun. Sprinkling the canister of sugar powder upon the delightful treats. Setting aside the sugary French styled doughnuts with a covering, taking long strides to the staircase you made it to your room to gather a simple long sleeved dress. Then, managed to freshen up with a nice bath and some light makeup. Packing the beignets in a proper container and double checking the security of the vessel. Alastor should be coming by to pick you up in his newly repaired car, but the person at the door was not your Al. But, your dear friend Husky. He adored a simple white button up dress shirt, black slacks with polished black dress shoes and pulled together with dark gray suspenders.
"Ya ready, doll?" Blowing the rest his gasper smoke into the night air, He leaned his arm out for you to take.
"Where's Al," Taking his arm with a worried look on your face. ",did something happen?" He waved his hand off into the distance before giving you a slightly direct answer.
"He had some last minute stuff he had to take care of." You both stepped in his dark boiler and sped off down the pathway. "Don't worry he'll make it back in time for the party. Fucker lectured me about being late and look at what he's doing now." He scoffed.
"Well, thank you. For taking me in his place, Husk. I really appreciate it." Flashing him your most sincere smiles. His cheeks flushed a modest hue of pink before he scowled. Grumbling a quiet ‘welcome’ before his gaze drifted towards the road. The path ahead grew bumpier by every turn down a lane leading through the thick woods. We scheduled for the party to be held near the bayou at mid evening. So, by the time the party starts the sun should be setting.
Husk and you managed to keep conversation up with the occasional bits of quietness here or there. Talking to Husk is like talking to your other self. Sometimes you could say the most random shit and he’ll come back with a response that will put a smile to your face. He’s basically like your second big brother with a small(not at all) drinking problem.
“So, when are you getting this car repaired,” The boiler hitting a jagged rock before settling back in place. “Because this gal has seen better days and probably a near death in its future.” You murmured under your breath.
“Fucking inherited this piece of junk from my old man. Shitty old fucker couldn’t even buy me a new one.” A loud, deep growl came from his throat and through one arm off the wheel, “Bought himself a new car, while I’m struggling to get to work and back.” He scowled and gave a great sigh before stating he needed a drink.
“I’m pretty sure there’s going to be lots of liquor, especially from those old geezers.” You knew that Mrs. Claire and her friends would sit outside their houses at dusk drinking away on those rickety porches getting buzzed. You know this because your papa used to take you out and sat you down on the weathered wood while he got tipsy with his friends. One sundown you took a sip of a stray bottle they left unattended, you being a small child decided it would be experimental to drink the loopy juice. You took one sip and gagged, spitting saliva and finally throwing up. Mama was so pissed, and wouldn’t let him go drink for months.
“Good fucking need it.” He seemed to ease up a bit just by the mention of booze.
“Why are you so wound up tonight anyway.” Raising an eyebrow over in his direction.
“Alastor didn’t tell me until last minute that I had to pick you up and I was already three-fourths of the way to the party.” His fingers gripped his hair, then slowly combed through it. “ Fucking asshole wasn’t even remorseful.” Adding in a quiet jackass in his blur of curses.
“What exactly did he say he was doing tonight, if you don’t mind me asking.” Conscious of his body language you observed his hands tighten on the steering wheel, his posture straighten for just a second then went back to hunching. Husk’s Adams apple bobbed down and up, you wanted to chalk it up to him yearning for his alcohol. “It’s not something dangerous right?”
“Nah, it’s nothing dangerous he just had to run some errands and I guess he had more on his platter than expected.” He reassured you, his hand rubbed the top of your hands.
“I know he’s spontaneous, but this is kind of unexpected of him. He seems to love get-togethers or any social event with music.” You did have hopes for the two of you spending the night together. Maybe lay down on the grass and star gaze and probably watch Husk get drunk. “We do have time before the party, we could go and help him finish what he needs done.”
“No!” He groaned, slightly pulling on his face. “He already has Mimzy helpin’ him, and he would get pissed if I just brought you by.”
You really didn’t understand why you couldn’t drop by to help.
If it was a work matter you would have noticed or heard about the situation, but nothing eventful really happened this week. The victims of the Bayou Killer reduced their number of murdered victims these past handful of weeks. Which makes you feel somewhat safe tonight and that’s sort of why you're throwing this party.
Maybe you're just reading too far into the situation and Al’s going to be just a few minutes late.
“It’s fine I know first hand how Al can get a little irked when people don’t follow his instruction.” Managing a small smile to your lips. “I was just a little curious about the whole ordeal.”
Inhaling a deep breath Husk created a deep groan that emitted from his throat. “Don’t beat yourself up, (y/n). Being curious about your lover is perfectly fine.” Taking another puff from his gasper and letting the smoke trail out the window. “ And to be clear here, he’s an asshole and you're just the clueless moth flying towards his flame.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”, you demanded.
Husk made another groan emit from his throat, he’s been doing that a lot tonight. But, you never really see Husk worried, he’s usually either angry, smug or on the occasion vulnerable. He gets you overwhelmed with fear when he talks so lowly about himself, the whole scene of him with bottles on bottles lying next to his passed out body makes your chest clench.
“I’m not insulting ya it’s just,” He twirled his wrist in a small circle, “Al’s not some dandy who needs your concern. To be completely honest you deserve a fellow who would settle down and have a nice family one day.”
“What makes you think Alastor doesn’t want to have a family with me.” You tightly crossed your arms over your chest, “Did he mention any of this to you?”
“No, no when you have been with Al as long as I have you tend to pick up all of his quirks.” Another deep puff and that stick was gone. The smoke came out in rings carried off by the wind. “And his motives.”
Opening your mouth to counter his claim, the upcoming lights flashed in your eyes. The lanterns strung up on steel poles lined along the large land area. You could already see a large portion of people starting in on their fun evening.
Husk pulled over to the side where a small portion of boilers settled at. He stepped out and walked over to your side, wrapping his arm around your frame leading you down the path of bright lights. Prior to leaving you snatched the beignets from dash nearly pushing them out your mind beforehand.
Joseph seemed like he’s having a despairing time with his friends. While they all played together, he sat himself down on one of the benches. Face cast away from them and back hunched over to rest his head on his arms. His little head turned towards your way, eyes closed, brows furrowed and crunching his nose up.
His gaze met yours and that little cannon rammed right into your gut. The air nearly left your lungs, but you deliberately gained your stance. “How’s the going away boy doing?” Returning his tight squeeze with an equally suffocating grasp. Little hands pulled on dress and a small face nuzzled into your side, Joseph’s petite face stared up at you, whites of the eyes turned pinkish. “Oh, honey, I know moving is really isolated, but look on the bright side. You can spend time with your cousins and experience new places.”
“It’s not the same.” His little voice raised a very squeaky octave. “They all make fun of me whenever I visit. They call me a baby for still sleepin’ in the same room as granny, they even called me daisy.” Shoving his face back into your hip, a large shiver went throughout his small body.
You know from great experience about family troubles, but comparing your situation to Joseph’s would be like comparing a gator to a croc. They may look the same on the outside, but they have major differences. His family was more docile like a gator, while your biological parents were more like crocodiles, very aggressive and annoyed by others in their space. But, this isn’t your family, thank god, this is about your favorite little guy right now.
I should stop doing this to myself.
“I know this is hard for you and we can’t really change your granny mind any time soon.” Ushering him back over to the bench sitting him down next to you. “But, you still mail and call to us everyday if you want to. It might just make you feel better about being so far away from all the wondrous folk down here.”
“You really think that’ll work.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Well, yes I do think that’ll work just fine.” Stroking his hair out his face in the process rubbing the stray tears. “So, how does that sound.”
He slothfully nodded, looking up at the night sky. “I could have Aunt Shirley write my letters though. My penmanship is dreadful.” he quietly added, giving a small smirk direct at you.
Shooting straight up, with a small bounce you pulled Joseph to his feet. “Now I made this party happen and got you to stay up late, just for you to pout and cry.” Flicking his nose you gave a soft smile. “How about we make this night better with a sweet treat.” You showcased the container and popped the lid off. The aroma of powder sugar met Joseph and your noses. His eyes shined a tad bit and that tiny smile that hung from the corner of his lips gave way of his joy. He sure did love these sugary confections.
“Thank you, (y/n). You made this night a whole lot better.” He gratefully took a beignet and practically shoved the pastry in his mouth. Humming that the French doughnut was indeed good.
Walking off and setting the plate down you pinpointed Husk Downing himself with silly juice with some of the older guests. Deciding not being surrounded by drunk people was a good idea you made the decision of mingling with Floyd. He was probably the most reasonable person to approach. Upon seeing you he gestured to the empty seat next to him you gratefully took the offer.
“So, how has the night been faring you, Floyd.” Giving him a kind smile and gestured towards the party. “ Having fun?”
He gave a noticeable shrug before answering, “I kind of wanted to stay home. But, you know how Clay can be.” He took another swig of punch. “Not that I don’t want to be here. I’m just tired from this week, ya know.”
“It’s fine to be tired. I’m pretty sure we're all tired from the month with the past killings.” A small groan came from your throat. “Why do you think the killings stopped all a sudden?”
“I feel like the fucker wants to put everyone on the edge of their seats and while we’re all nice and happy they’ll find another body.” Floyd’s outlook was depressing, but you won’t lie about thinking that way, too.
“You really think they’ll find one.” You questioned. All you got in return was a short and assertive nod.
“Mrs.Claire has a smart idea of sending her grandkid to Arkansas, especially in the condition she’s in. Barely can afford to feed one person on her salary.”
Nodding you agreed with Floyd, Mrs.Claire does need help and sending Joseph to Arkansas would be her first step. You spent about the next hour talking to Floyd, Clay and his dame, Mama and Papa, your brother, Mrs. Claire and a surprising still standing upright husk. You grew worried about Al once you knew how much time flew by. Husk reassuring you that he’ll come later or in a few minutes. By the second hour it was already eleven o’ clock and by now you were more furious than worried. You decide to cool your mind with a few drinks and maybe a little liquor to ease your troubles. By your fourth drink you were a little tipsy and hanging off of Husk to keep yourself standing. You weren’t drunk. But you felt that if you let go you would fall straight into the dirt below.
Suddenly, hands blocked your view. “Guess who, darling.” In your inebriated state you uncontrollably giggled. The anger is still there ;like a grain of stubborn sand in a bag. But, not so much as before. Turning around you pulled him into your chest.
“You said a couple minutes late, liar.” You huffed.
“I’m sorry, love, but something came up and I couldn’t leave it hastily finished.” A huge smile plastered his face, teeth and all. “ Do you think you could forgive me?”
“Well, I don’t know.” Liquid courage gave you the confidence of trailing your fingers along his chest. “ Maybe if I get something to ease my anger.”
Al’s eyes widened and that sharp smile turned into a smirk. “My little bearcat is getting handsy this evening.” He maneuvered his arm around your waist pulling you into his side. “Maybe I should take you home. Come here now chere.” He strolled back to his car with you in tow.
Maybe I should’ve been more cautious back then.
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okay so is there content that you had planned for the ROs and story in general but then scrapped cause there wasn’t a good place in the story to stick it in? and if so, can you share what it was? 👀 👀 👀
yes, definitely. *rubs hands together* oh man, you done asked THE question today xD I can't wait to get into this 😁
Academics. I almost decided to have classes and grades be a minor part of gameplay, but the more time I spent designing it the more I realized I wanted nothing to do with it 😂 I haven’t really enjoyed academic gameplay in other interactive fiction because I 1) hate having to choose between studying and interacting with awesome characters, 2) have terrible short term memory, and 3) hate school in general!! So instead I just opted to have the MC be really good at school, point blank period so I could focus on social drama and relationships instead! 😆
Physical skills. I spent literal months crafting the catering scene around setting up stats for stamina/endurance, dexterity, and strength instead of just magnetism, confidence, and persuasion. They had their own backstories with the MC’s parents being overly invested sports parents instead and I think the background choices were like... martial arts, gymnastics, and track? But yeah, I ended up scrapping it all because I was spending hours on research about those individual sports so I could integrate them into the MC’s narrative organically but like... when I tried to think of what use they would be in the actual story, I came up blank. Best decision yet, esp since it means a lot less coding!
Skin tone customization. For one, I noticed that a lot of my favorite IFs don’t offer that customization and it hasn’t impacted my experience at all. For two, I originally realized I might as well not implement it since I am striving real hard not to introduce any customization that won’t actually be mentioned in interesting or meaningful ways in-story. I don’t think it’s really all that common for real life friends (esp in high school?) to comment or compliment each other’s skin and like... when it comes from someone who doesn’t share a similar complexion or ethnic background, that type of commentary gets... d i c e y. So then I wanted to be sensitive to that but what’s the pay-off? An RO mentioning how they love your skin tone once? Awkward sentences with the MC referring to their own skin color? Idk, just wasn’t vibing with it. I’m open to revisiting it in beta or something but for now it’s scrapped.
Singing, Rapping, and Gaming as Hobbies/Talents. I feel bad about scrapping these, honestly 😂 They’re great and I really wanted to incorporate them but it just came down to already having a lot of stuff to code. Plus, I know I can write the Hobbies/Talents I stuck with far better. And for Book 2 purposes, as well!
Leo. as @sourandflightypeaches asked me about a long while ago, I had to scrap an entire RO 😢 His name is Leo, he was the nephew of wealthy west African diplomats residing in Emerson, and I love him dearly! His backstory was largely based on my mother’s childhood and the circumstances she lived through after immigrating to America. and... ok, i’m about to go on one hell of a tangent so buckle up and bear with me if you can 😅
my intention with this story, aside from writing things that I personally enjoy (graphic violence, spooky woods, social drama, romance, conspiracies 😚), is to explore greed, wealth, and how the ways people and families interact with those two things influence young people and who they grow up to be. here i go sounding pretentious af 😝 and here’s where I apply a cut for those who want to preserve a little mystery to the main characters!
With Gabe, we’ve got someone who grew up with very little stability or financial security but who has found unscrupulous methods to gain status and money, with both noble and selfish motivations.
Kile has some of that childhood experience in common with Gabe, having been in the foster care system since infancy, but they lucked out when they were adopted into massive wealth by a caring, loving couple—a couple that uses their wealth and privilege to be far more lenient and protective of Kile than is actually reasonable or responsible.
Jack comes from a prestigious wealthy family on his dad’s side who he loves dearly but there’s no getting around the fact that they love him back as much as they despise his working class mom.
Jessie is a spoiled sweet heiress (being the baby of her family and the only girl) and while she lives blissfully ignorant of the harmful source and impact of her father's income and career, she bears the weight of the expectation to fulfill very traditional gender roles, including her behavior and appearance, but also extending to her career and life plans.
Rain's wealth led to them growing up sheltered and isolated but also extremely accommodated, giving them maximum freedom and opportunity to discover and develop their personal talents and interests. However, they have almost no positive relationship with their parents who have essentially decided to give up on a kid that couldn't be exactly the accessory they tried to mold them to be—both in terms of their identity and personality.
Rupan/Rohan, at their very core, rejects everything about conformity, self-importance, and excessive luxury—which means they have never, ever truly fit in with their peers. Going full non-conformist, however, has resulted in them becoming alienated from much of their family, as well, despite them all loving each other very much. Their history with false friends and betrayals has led them to over-indulge in their vices and reckless behavior to compensate for that isolation. Sometimes, they just get in over their head and many times, they know better. Every time, it's just that the feeling of finally belonging is utterly intoxicating.
Vivian/Vincent has two extremely successful parents who didn't inherit but instead built up their wealth and they aspire to be just like them, to a degree that is well and truly unhealthy. Their mother specifically is an over-achiever and applies mountainous pressure for them to follow in her footsteps, especially academically. Vi is completely capable of achieving what their mom expects of them, but they were already an extremely sensitive perfectionist so this has made them intensely critical of themself. This is a large part of why they are such a rigid, no-nonsense person and that in turn has made them one of the most disliked people among their peers—which is a huge personal failure to them since their father is a very well-liked and socially successful person in town.
And the Emersons are peak privilege: inherent high social status, brains, looks, charisma, athleticism, and massive wealth. They could never have been anything less than extremely popular, just by virtue of their last name and the nature of the town's social dynamics and politics. And they do enjoy that privilege (esp Curt lol). However, it should go without saying that being so high profile, even (or maybe especially) just in the isolated scope of your hometown, isn't always a boon. Their family's and their own perceived failings are widely discussed and privately mocked and/or celebrated. Real friends are scarce while fake ones and snakes are plentiful. Plus their dad is a gigantic dickhead who sees his kids as extensions of his own status and reputation and not much else. Public shortcomings make for an unbearable time at home and the world outside the estate is at once overly accommodating, full of assumptions, and even subtly hostile at times—all unrelated to their own actions or character.
And with the MC, I think the narrative will make it clear there are several ways that story can go. You start off with irresponsible parents that have lost their wealth due to their own mismanagement and material ambitions—how that affects any individual MC should differ based on choices and consequences!
So why bring any of that up when I was supposed to be talking about my cut OC? 😂😂
Leo was going to be the unwelcome recent addition to his uncle’s household, the son of a brother his aunt hates for (petty af) Reasons, and she took that resentment out on him directly by restricting his access to nearly every aspect of the family's wealth. Especially material goods and living conditions. He was basically treated like the help, tasked with playing nanny for his many younger cousins and burdened with doing the homework and providing academic cover for his dumb as rocks cousin in the same grade as you all. To sum it up, he was basically a victim of trafficking at the hands of his own family with his uncle out of town enough to feign ignorance to how bad his wife was treating his nephew and his aunt going out of her way to keep him busy, at home, and isolated. This is sadly a super common form of trafficking in Francophone African cultures (although I don't think most people view it as trafficking. and I’m sure the same is true of other cultures but I don’t want to speak outside of my purview). And like I mentioned above, it’s how my own mom's (and idek how many cousins') child/teenhood went.
It’s a perspective on modern wealth, privilege and greed that I really, really wanted to tell. I am confident in saying it hasn't been explored in interactive fiction yet (though correct me—and direct me 👀—if I'm wrong) and out of all the wealth/greed explorations I came up with, it's the one I have the closest personal ties to and the strongest feelings about. The characters and plans I had for it were detailed and I'm proud of them but at the end of the day... I just couldn't find a place for Leo in the story at large.
Leo was, in fact, the last main character I came up with, when I had already designed and fleshed out the larger story and started crafting the timeline of major events. I think the worst thing I could have done for a story and perspective that I care about this much is shove it into a plot that didn't have room for it at the very base level, regardless of how well the character or his story is written. Shoe-horned characters always stick out. I didn’t want to disservice Leo by having him be the character that did nothing or could be removed from the main plot without affecting it at all, y’know? That’s so much worse than just forgoing the indulgence, imo :((
ugh.... Leooooo 😭 I'm so sorry bb, I failed youuu 😥
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Nintendo Emulators seem to be in the market for quite some time and is also improving by the time. Their emulators get your kid’s favorite video games back to the iPhone, Mac, or iPad. Without having a look at classic Nintendo console, enjoy your favorite games.
7 Nintendo Ds Emulators for Mac
To play Nintendo games with any problems, you need a great Nintendo Ds Emulator. The availability of a large number of Emulators will make your decision hard to finding the best emulator. Here we have listed the best DS emulator for your iPhone or Mac devices.
Drastic DS emulator:
With this application, you can run Nintendo DS games at top speed. It has the MOGA support, a user-friendly, and very reliable NDS emulator. Other benefits of the emulator include:
Increase resolution and enable 3D
The emulator can use in portrait mode, and landscape mode.
It has over a thousand cheat codes
This application can assist you with sparing the game whenever and restart it at whatever point you need. It additionally gives you many control choices, for instance, the match up alternative for Google Drive and External Game Control.
With GBA4iOS, you can play Game Boy Advance games directly on your iPhone. This emulator can support the old games, boasts up simple features, and high-speed performance. After it’s new update many features have been added that include your Dropbox sync, cheats, and AirPlay.
iNDS Emulator is accessible for iOS gadgets as long as it is running iOS 9 or later. However, you must jailbreak your device to use this emulator. Because of the numerous highlights gave by the emulator and the designs required to perform it, it isn’t perfect with gadgets more seasoned than iPhone 5 or devices with under 256MB of RAM.
NDS4IOS is one of the known DS emulators for PC. In contrast to different emulators, they cannot download from the application store. You can, in any case, introduce NDS4ios utilizing an IPA record using an application, for example, TuTuApp.
This app helpful for those who have an old PC and needs to acknowledge NDS games. It does not use a lot of assets on your computer. However, it runs downloaded games adequately. There is nothing more than a bad memory UI, yet it is simple for gamers to set up and use. To stack a particular game, right-click the game and brief the emulator to run.
No Cash GBA emulator (No$GBA):
No$GBA can run the most requesting DS games on an assortment of gadgets with no issues. Dissimilar to other asset escalated emulators, this product doesn’t require a lot of assets. Best of all, these prerequisites don’t obstruct realistic execution.
DeSuMe emulator is the one best Nintendo Ds Emulator. It is also perfect with scarcely any more gadgets like PC and iOS. You can play business and homebrew games immediately.
It also has the perfect sound proliferation of NDS ROMs that can download from the most excellent and best online resources encouraging the best ROMs Romania.
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For me, Nintendo has always been the gold standard in gaming. I’ve not been without a Nintendo console in decades now, and I’m an enormous fan of the Zelda, Mario and Metroid series (and F-Zero, and Animal Crossing, and Starfox, and so on).
With today’s powerful Mac (and PC) hardware, we can rediscover all of our favourite vintage Nintendo games via emulation - and you can even use the original controllers, if you have them.
Notes on emulation
Emulation of videogames consoles is legally questionable at best. Second-hand consoles are readily available to buy, and you should seriously consider grabbing them for fun and nostalgia. If you’re like me, you probably already have many or all of these systems in your basement or attic, waiting to be used again.
Downloading games that you don’t own is definitely illegal, of course, and it hurts the content providers. The only reason that we have games to play is because people pay for them - so please don’t download ROMs of games that you don’t actually own. It’s easy to buy huge packs of second-hand console games on ebay, often with the actual systems included, and it doesn’t cost a lot of money.
Having said all that, most of us probably have several gadgets (including current-generation games consoles) hooked up to our televisions, and may not have suitable ports or connections to keep old systems plugged in too. It can be much more convenient to play those older games on the ultra-sharp, vivid screen of your Mac instead. Every previous Nintendo system has an emulator available for OS X, and they all run just fine on 10.8 Mountain Lion.
All emulators can be played using the keyboard and/or mouse, or any generic USB gamepad. Here’s my advice: choose your pad very carefully. Most older systems used a D-pad as the primary directional input device, and not all D-pads are created equal. RSI and wrist injury are a very real possibility, particularly if you’re not ten years old anymore.
Nintendo spends a great deal of time designing and testing their input devices, and they build products to last. I’ve consistently found that the original official controllers are by far the most pleasant to play with. They can all be used with your Mac without modification, using cheap USB adapters which I’ll talk about shortly. Precision is also important, and the original pads won’t let you down. You’ll find the NES controller’s D-pad to be firm and quite springy, and the SNES to be softer and feel more settled. Both will give you many years of retro gaming pleasure.
If you do decide to use a third-party replica pad (or perhaps even a modern USB pad), exercise caution and see how your wrists are handling it. Cheap knock-offs don’t go through anything like the Q&A of Nintendo’s official pads, and you’ll also almost certainly have to replace them much sooner.
(As an aside, if you have any spare official Nintendo controllers for any system that are in good condition and perfect working order, I’d be very interested in obtaining them. My email address is matt at this domain. I promise to cherish them, and to use them!)
Prepare for a blast of nostalgia. The classic NES controller:
This is a beautiful joypad. It’s chunky but extremely light, with a positive D-pad and concave, clicky buttons. It will also likely survive the apocalypse, and indeed did do so in living-rooms around the world.
You can connect yours to a Mac using a RetroBit Retro Adapter, which provides one NES port (so you might want to buy two adapters for two-player games).
NES USB controller adapter
To run the games, you have a few options. I use Nestopia, which you can also use via the excellent OpenEmu.
It’s dangerous to go alone!
Super Nintendo (SNES)
The SNES was the primary system of my early teenage years. I first saw one in an electrical appliance store whilst I was waiting for my mother to buy a new vacuum cleaner. It was in a pod running Super Mario World, and Christmas was only a couple of months away. The rest is history.
It also had what is in my opinion the single best joypad ever made.
Nintendo Ds For Mac
(The European and Japanese Super Nintendo/Famicom pads had these colourful buttons, rather than the US version’s purple-grey two-tone ones. I much prefer the colours.)
You can connect two of these beauties to your Mac via the Dual SNES Adapter, which provides two SNES ports.
To play the games, you’ll want SNES9X, which again can be used either on its own, or as part of OpenEmu.
Ds Emulator For Macbook
SNES9X SNES emulator for OS X
Pay no attention to the average middle-aged man standing by this sign!
I didn’t get an N64 immediately, because I was spending most of my time flying around the world and working. When I did get some time at home, I was window-shopping and decided to just buy one on a whim. I got the Super Mario 64 pack, and also picked up Ocarina of Time. Playing Ocarina over the next week is one of my most cherished gaming memories. (Did you know that they remastered it for the 3DS? It’s an excellent version of the game.)
The N64 controller looked a lot like a spaceship, and you almost always held it with your right hand on the rightmost prong, and your left hand on the middle prong, to use the analog joystick. The stick sometimes felt a little bit high, but it was precise, pleasantly springy, and a bit of a revelation at the time.
You can connect this gargantuan joypad to your Mac using the N64 Controller Adapter, which gives you two N64 ports.
N64 USB controller adapter
To play the games, you can use OpenEmu, but for certain games you might also want to have the rather fantastic Sixtyforce on hand.
Take it respectfully!
I did get a Gamecube on launch day, and thankfully it was purple (my favourite colour) by default. I think I lost about three weeks of my life playing Rogue Leader over and over.
The ‘cube controllers eschewed the N64’s C-buttons for a second analog C-stick (handily named, since it’s almost always used to control the in-game camera), which is of course now a standard feature across most consoles. It’s a very solid joypad with perfectly-placed controls, and a satisfyingly huge A button. I can testify that it readily survives repeated collisions with walls, but is susceptible to teeth-marks when chewed with rage.
To connect your ‘cube pads, you can use the 3-in-1 Magic Joy Box, which provides one Gamecube port, one Xbox (original) port, and one PlayStation or PlayStation 2 port. It is also not a sex toy, despite the awful name.
To play Gamecube games, you can use Dolphin, which is also a Wii emulator (with which you can use your original Wii remotes via Bluetooth too).
Dolpin Gamecube emulator for OS X
Hoy, small fry!
No drivers required
All of the USB adapters mentioned above are plug-and-play, requiring no drivers whatsoever. Connect the pad to the adapter, then the adapter to the computer. Use the ‘Preferences’ (or similar) in each emulator to configure the buttons appropriately; OpenEmu has a particularly nice interface for doing this, showing the actual original pads.
What about handhelds?
The best way to experience handheld games is on the original systems, all of which are readily available to buy second-hand. My advice would be to get:
A Nintendo 3DS (which also plays DS games),
A Game Boy Micro (which plays Game Boy Advance games), and:
A Game Boy Color (which also plays original Game Boy games).
If you want a bigger screen for your Game Boy Advance games, the SP series is fantastic, with plenty of options for the colour of the device. Additionally, if your eyesight isn’t what it was and you’re worried about peering at small screens, note that there are larger versions of both the 3DS and the DSi available too.
Nintendo 3DS and Gameboy Micro
If you want to emulate, I believe that all of the Nintendo portable platforms are supported on the Mac (with the exception of 3DS at the moment, as far as I know). I’m not sure how viable it is to play DS or 3DS games without a touch-screen, and certain games presumably won’t be playable at all due to their advanced use of the microphone, the screen-hinge switch and so on (the fabulous Hotel Dusk and Another Code series would be prime examples).
Buy the actual systems!
It’s possible to connect all of the aforementioned joypads to a single Mac simultaneously, but you’ll likely need a USB hub. I can highly recommend the Trust 10-port USB 2.0 Power Hub for the job; I have four joypads, three iOS devices and a Wacom Intuos 5 graphics tablet all connected to it without issues.
For those with a powerful machine and a crippling case of Attention Deficit Disorder, it’s even possible to actually run all the emulators simultaneously too. Presumably, you’ll want to invite some friends over for that.
The Legend of Zelda, from NES to Gamecube
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Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a hookshot to find.