A positive aspect of the adventure of the past few months was that Rietveld was allowed to form a team with Max Verstappen. In addition to the 24 Hours of Le Mans, the two-time Formula 1 World Champion also drove the 6 Hours of Spa-Francorchamps and the Sebring 500.
“It was great fun working with Max,” he says enthusiastically. “He's a very normal guy. He is just 'one of the boys' and making jokes all the time. But he is also into serious hard work and analyzing data to see how we can improve everything even further. On the one hand, Max is a very good sim racer, on the other hand he is someone with a lot of experience and a great sense of what a car needs. He comes up with ideas for the adjustment that we as sim racers would not have come up with. And even if he doesn't participate in a race, he still helps with the set-up when he has time. Partly thanks to his adjustments, we took pole for the first race in Bahrain, where he himself did not drive.”
Jeffrey Rietveld about online racing with Max Verstappen and the missed Le Mans victory [x]
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ladyhawke (foth or sharpe)??? 👀👀👀
EXCITING DOUBLE BIRD EVENT! and here we get the fun time of describing the Difference between the sharpe and foth ladyhawke stories, and also why the sharpe one has been so much easier to write.
so the film Ladyhawke, in which both these stories are based, is about a curse placed on a pair of semi-star-crossed lovers, involving day-night animal transformations that don't overlap with the other half of the duo. but a lot of Ladyhawke's humor and charm proves to come from the fact that it's told from an outside perspective — a silly fellow with a penchant for theft, prison breaks, and general mischief. and thus, it's a much smoother journey to allow the Chosen Men to scamper about low-fantasy vaguely-medievalpunk au-Spain...
“We ain’t deserters,” said Cooper, offended, and set his jaw. “We was on a mission.”
“It wasn’t really a mission, you know that perfectly well,” interrupted Harris, shoving his way forward.
“But it was important we found the Major! …more important than that fool’s job we were s’posed to be working on, anyway,” admitted Cooper, refusing to show any fault on his part. Sharpe stared at him in mixed confusion and dismay, and Harris determined that he’d speak his piece more fully this time.
“Well, you see, it was that you up and vanished, and so we figured that we ought to go and find you.”
“And it’d be helpful, wouldn’t it, if we did!” put in Perkins.
“We didn’t mean to be gone long,” said Hagman, the only one out of the four of them to display even a smidgen of guilt.
“And we wouldn’t have been, if he hadn’t—“
“—if you hadn’t broken into the—“
“—well, you’re the one who—“
“—you and your damned rum—“
“…and that’s how we went and got ourselves arrested,” finished Harris, as if Sharpe had been able to determine the slightest through-line of truth in the cacophony of conflicting stories. “But we got out again, as you see.” The four Chosen Men, the last remnants of Richard Sharpe’s final command, looked at their officer proudly, quite as if they expected to be congratulated for their unexcused jaunt off from the army and their trip in through one side of a prison and out the other.
...than to take that whole journey through the soggy and sorrowful perspectives of Keith 'frequently is a cat against his will' Windham and Ewen 'really would not like to be an eagle anymore' Cameron...
The next day dawns misty and damp, a clinging curtain of fog folding itself around the two travelers. The sick, dizzy feeling that comes with transformation takes far longer to leave than is typical, and so he remains prone beneath the overhang of rock as his cramped muscles slowly ease. He had cared little for where he fell as the morning’s shift took him off his feet, sprawling to lie on his side with one hand fallen in the now-cold ashes of the previous night’s fire. Despite the scrap of shelter provided by the outcropping of stone, the thick wetness of the air has already seeped into Keith’s hair and clothes, and as a tendril of wind brushes across his back, he finds himself shivering enough to set his already-strained body to aching.
“If this is summer, Ardroy…” he mutters, knowing that his words will be neither finished nor heard. The mere suggestion he has put forth inspires a wholly new fear in him — where shall each of them be come winter, and will the curse still bind them together when the seasons have made their turn?
Keith laughs cheerlessly, stretches out a hand to feel the rain against his palm. Damn this country, damn this war, damn whatever fate had been cruel-handed enough to serve him so poorly…. Catching his words close again, he stops himself before he can finish. One thing at least, he cannot curse, and that is Ewen Cameron.
...so yeah! you see the tonal shift between these two.
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i made a post about this ages ago BUT for a while i have been thinking up a fucked up little combo of Barry and Spamton
i haven't finalised his name yet but i like the nicknames 'Barry Big Shot' and 'Spamfries' for him!
here are some shitty sketches
(his yellow lens is meant to be orange by the way and i didn't realise it was the complete wrong colour until just now 💀)
he sells garbage stolen scammy mobile games and does that thing where text isn't formatted correctly so all apostrophes are replaced with '�', he also sounds like an extremely unhinged australian man who's always yelling and on the verge of screaming! (just barry's voice but LOUD)
he uses brackets to affirm himself or add filler, sometimes may say [App not found.] or something similar. will bite your fingers off :)
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