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The 25th marks the sites true anniversary, but we’re almost there. A whole year. It’s been an interesting year at least. My last post was working on the Godot car driving model. Since then I’ve been bitten by a dog,… more ›
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Leap-frogging projects when they become creatively boring seems to be working well for keeping me focused on the core “progress” regarding 3D Modelling and Game Creation. This weekend I started trying to model a car, the first attempt petered out… more ›
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Despite the brain fog of last Sunday, I was eager to jump back in. I decided however to forgo the encryption exercise for the time being and instead work on game concepts. Earlier in the week I followed along to… more ›
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This weekend I watched the CS50 Week 3 lecture, despite not completing Week 2 as of yet. Week 2 has a final task “Substitution” which sets the goal of creating a program capable of encrypting using said cipher. To my… more ›
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Midweek blogging! Madness. I took today as annual leave to get my fibre to premises line fitted, I now get a whopping 1Gbps down and up, sadly it doesn’t make me any better at games though. I decided the best… more ›
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Piano piano, the Italian expression for “slowly, slowly” best describes how the week’s progress has felt. As all projects inevitably do, my project for “30” has already begun the insidious process of “Scope Creep”. My initial goal was to create… more ›
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I’ve decided on a change of pace, for the site, and for the use of my spare time. My dad often used to remark about how he’d buy me a new game, only to be dismayed that I never played… more ›
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Reggie threw himself back into the drivers chair of his van. It wasn’t fair. He began to pick at a wristband, threadbare like his last few weeks. It didn’t help. He could feel it building under the surface. Rage. It… more ›
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The head bounced against the pavement, and then rolled off the kerb. The body unnaturally contorted as it lurched into the rain-soaked gutter. Malic, smoking pistol in one hand, lit a cigarette with their free hand. They pocketed the lighter… more ›
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Elara climbed the aged wooden stairs to the attic, each step emitting a long slow groan; perhaps in anticipation for what was to be found above. The attic space was warm, dark, and musty, all the hallmarks of ancient memories,… more ›
Brigadier Elm 