Darklink42
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"he actually has two famous relations" sounds like he's had sex in public - twice.
That just made my day. Good points all around. I'll wait and see what Polo has to say, and post a revision after that.
Edit: Two things.
1. Launchpad is not related (by blood) to Scrooge. He's just his stalwart personal pilot. I remembered that from the cartoon, but I also went and checked just to be safe. The reason I didn't include him is because then I'd have to get into the rest of the cast of Ducktales, and that's a longer bio than I thought was necessary.
2. I was actually pondering whether I can delineate the triplets as one relative or whether they needed to be separately counted. I went for the first option on a coin toss, but I might change it to several to avoid confusion if necessary.
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Alright, well here's the rough draft. Should I add more, are there grammatically incorrect things? Rip it up guys, I'd expect no less.
Scrooge McDuck
The richest duck in the world, Scrooge McDuck is not one to be content with just that. Be it from competition with others or just plain ennui from being at the top, he is constantly on the lookout for new ways to make money. Not above adventuring, even for being as old as he is, Scrooge has explored countless famous locations in search of treasures, wealth, and fame.
Scrooge’s first video game appearance is still fondly remembered among gamers, despite not having much of a plot beyond Scrooge hunting for treasure. He hasn’t appeared in many games since then, beyond the sequel to the first Ducktales game. His most notable recent appearance was in Kingdom Hearts 2, where he is said to have helped King Mickey develop the space transit system which links the worlds together. In that game he also has a fondness for sea salt ice cream.
While Scrooge McDuck may seem like a lonely old miser, he actually has two famous relations. He is the uncle to both Donald Duck and, more eminently, the triplets Huey, Louie, and Dewey. His relationship to all of his nephews has softened quite a bit over time, as they have gone on adventures together.
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Working on a bio for Scrooge McDuck. Work is getting in the way, but I'll upload the rough draft tonight if anyone wants to give me some feedback on it.
Edit: Actually, a quick question. Should I post it here for feedback, or PM it for approval? And if the latter, to who does it get sent to?
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End of the year painting project for stage crafting class. The drapes didn't turn out how I expected, but I like the window sill and the outside. For perspective, the piece of plywood I was painting on was about 5'6"
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Rough sketch for a postcard art. Ended up doing in colored pencil, but I stupidly forgot to get a picture of it before it got sent off.
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You've all seen my tiles for the OCR tile project, if not:
http://ocremix.org/forums/showthread.php?t=19642
but here's some other stuff I've done:
Art was by another guy, I did the coloring. He also did his own coloring later with shading, which looked cool. I still need to do the shading someday. Done with photoshop.
Did this one for the "Who's Kirby been eating?" thread way back when. Did this one in pencil first, then photoshop for the color.
I made this for a Steampunk costume party, it still needs to be finished.
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Well, like I said, they'll probably end up having to tweak it a little bit, but I still agree with the intention overall.
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Except that it's been implied that, if you play more than 7 hours a week, you'll actually get less items overall because of the item cap.
I would think, and it might take some tweaking if that's the case to start out with, that they would strive to be more balancing then that. It sounded to me like what they were trying to do was make it so that people that played for seven hours a week would get as many drops as people that played more without putting a huge handicap on those that play the game more often.
Edit: The gist being that if you're playing more than the amount of time that you have allotted to rolls, you're not necessarily going to get more stuff that way. I guess this hurts people who are just playing the game for drops, but it sounds like a more level playing field for everyone involved so that more people have a reasonable chance at getting cool stuff.
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I like this idea a lot. Not that I had anything against idlers, but at least it means that I can now get items without having to stay on for an oppressively long time just for a fair percentage roll. I wonder how it will fair in the long run though.
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Some of my favorites from the 80s include:
Oingo Boingo:
Dead Man's Party
Just Another Day
The entire "Good for your Soul" album
A-HA:
Take on Me
The Sun Always Shines on TV
Train of Thought
R.E.M.:
Radio Free Europe
Losing My Religion
Orange Crush
Various:
Lunatic Fringe- Red Rider
Men Without Shame- Phantom, Rocker, and Slick (This one is harder to find though)
Bottom Line- Big Audio Dynamite
Der Kommissar- After the Fire
Artists that had overall good stuff:
Thomas Dolby
Pet Shop Boys
Molly Hatchet
Peter Gabriel
Tears for Fears
ELO (Most of their good stuff is actually from the 70's though)
There's a lot more, but those are some of my top picks just looking through the music I have on playlists and stuff. Despite this though, I would still argue that Guns N' Roses "Appetite for Destruction" is still the best album of that decade, and beats out a lot of 90's albums too.
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That's fair enough, I think I can see where you're coming from on that. You are entitled to your own preferences, and I won't take offense if it didn't catch your interest. In fact, if anything, that's probably an indicator that I dropped the ball early on and failed to really carry the story through to the end. Thanks for being honest, I appreciate it.
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Reunion- Maybe I just don't like private eye stories.
I would actually like a bit more critique, not just from Jam but from anybody that wants to give me some. I will, in turn, give my own critique to anyone that wants some on theirs. I may just do the micro-critique thing here too, as that would be the fair thing to do.
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I've actually been thinking about a strategy game style, similar to Fire Emblem myself.
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The two things that interest me about doing this Megaman style are:
1.)What kind of powers does OCR-tan get from the defeated bosses?
2.)How do these powers work against other bosses/final boss?
I really like the idea of having OCR-tan start out as a basic remix style and her gaining new layers of musical talent as she progresses, but at the same time, should they tie in to way to defeat the other bosses as well? For instance, if we go with The Queue tortoise, obviously his power is going to be something like a slow down attack. What if the power she gets from him is similar to this concept, but applied musically like a beat change or drop?
I had some ideas about how her powers could work if we wanted to go with the music idea, but I'm sure they'll need some balancing.
Queue Tortoise: Time slow (beat change or drop)
Trolling Vulture: Flame out (Shredding metal guitar)
Lawless Hyena: Hater's rage (Not sure)
Midi-rip Chimpanze: Uninspired Copy-Paste (Chiptune Callback)
Plagiarizing Platypus: Power theft (Subtle Tribute)
Baudline Badger: Emergency Expenses (Excellent samples)
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Once again, Sephfire and James Portnow deliver some provocative alternatives to an important issue. I always enjoy these videos, and this one in particular struck my fancy because I've been playing a lot of moral choice heavy games like Mass Effect and Fallout 3. It's frustrating when you're faced with choices you know, in the end, don't really matter much given that your character is still going to be considered a Paragon despite suddenly deciding to raze a village or let some villager die.
Now if I could just come up with a cool issue for you guys to talk about that you haven't already covered yet...
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You beat me to the punch sir.
Happy birthday to the perfecter of our unofficial-offical mascot, and still one of the most talented non-music artists on the site.
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After browsing through Doulifee's gallery and seeing the sprites of OCR-Tan (which I was possessed to do after having a strange urge to look up OCR-Tan), I feel compelled to make a game featuring her... I think I have the required engine... anyone want to help? Or has this already been attempted? (I know I've read this entire thread before, but that was a while ago). It would be cool, methinks...
Also, hope this doesn't count as a gravedig...
I support this endeavor. If you need help with writing-type stuff, I'd be willing to help.
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Impressive work Cheeseball.
I'm conceptualizing a few right now, but number one on my list is Wily Symphonic by Blue Nocturne.
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Wow, I've never been accused of hacking before today. It wouldn't have been so momentous except the guy went on to call me a trisexual and then rage quit, which I found extremely humorous. Very interesting people on the server.
Also, kind of a noobish question, but about how often am I supposed to be playing before I get random hat drops? A lot of people seem to be getting them fairly regularly when I'm on, but I have yet to get one at all. The best I've gotten so far was two item drops in one day, but usually it's closer to every three or four days. I don't feel like idling (seems kind of cheap), but I'd like to know if I'm playing enough to make a random hat drop a possibility or if I should just not worry about it.
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My votes have been cast. Good submissions all the way around guys, I enjoyed all of them.
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I loved this prank, even though I figured it out pretty quickly when reading the description. It was a lot of fun to play along with as well, even though obviously some people took the whole thing way too far (getting yourself banned over a prank is pretty ridiculous.) I really liked the base tracks for these songs though, they were fun to tool around with.
Also, I would have thought that the lyrics in the songs were a pretty big clue the whole thing was a joke, but I guess not. Good job guys.
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I've been sitting here all day using the ReMixanator to create the best mixes possible and drinking coffee. I think I can only see one problem with this whole thing overall.
I really think that what it needs is more reverb options. I cannot get enough of that reverb sound, personally I'd love to see a heavy reverb option at some point, so I can make my Ice Cap Mix the absolute best it can possibly be. In fact, I wouldn't complain if all the base tracks were just full of reverb to begin with, which would clear up coding for future options like adding additional drum tracks.
Honestly, I think the old remixers are just jealous that some of us up and coming artists finally have access to the kind of talent that they wasted years studying and practicing to acquire. Who needs all that skill anyways? I've got better things to do with my time like playing Team Fortress 2 all day.
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Heck yeah. Finally, I can be a remixer instead of just a lowly forum poster. I can't wait to get all the fame and recognition I always wanted.
Hooray for the remixinator!
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I plan to work this into a longer piece, but for the purposes of the competition I tweaked it into a shorter story. Thanks for the slight deadline extension Halcyon.
Reunion
by Darklink42
“I’m retiring, old friend.”
It was another dark night as I closed up the office and prepared to leave for the night. It had been raining off and on for the past week, and while that wasn’t unusual for early summer, it had been somewhat of an annoyance for me in that I couldn’t leave the windows open in my second story office without getting the floor soaked. The landlord had already threatened eviction for lack of payment this month, and I had no desire to tempt fate by messing up his cherished, if extremely cheap, flooring. I flicked the light switch down, the weak bulb in the fan snapping off instantly, seemingly as tired as I was from a thankless day of work.
Perhaps other people would be happy to do nothing and pay themselves for it, but as a private investigator, any day I’m not working is a day I’m trying to figure out where I’m going to get the money to pay my next set of bills. I looked at my name stenciled in the door as I jammed it shut on purpose, the only way to ensure the lock caught. Tracer Investigations, Will Tracer P.I. and Elizabeth, asst. The “a” in my last name still had a bullet hole through it, something the landlord had refused to even notice. I always wondered if the man was secretly waiting for me to get killed in my office so that he could make a name for himself in the papers.
Elizabeth had gone home early, no doubt to be with her husband again. She’d been married less than a year before she rejoined me at the office. She had said that she needed the extra money to pay for their new house, but I happened to know that her husband was wealthier than he let on, and I knew she was also aware of that. The man may have been a jazz musician, but he had a major inheritance in his back pocket if things got dicey. A sound plan, given the economic turbulence the last few years had suffered. Either way, I suspected the real reason she had rejoined me was simply because married life had proved too dull for a gal who loved adventure. She’d never admit it to my face, but I’d seen her smile more while working a case with me than I had ever seen her smile at one of her husband’s “shows”.
I put thoughts of horrible jazz out of mind and descended the steps to the outer door of the building, locking it behind me as well. Fortunately, it wasn’t raining at that point, but I had every expectation that it would start before I reached my destination. I smiled and touched the brim of my fedora, glad to have finally gotten it back after a lengthy prank by one of my friends. I watched the cars go by on the street, protecting their passengers from the falling rain, and for the briefest second was jealous. But it was difficult enough to pay for an office, so I doubted an automobile was in my immediate future and didn’t entertain the idea any further. The walk to my night time haunt had always been enjoyable anyways, and I gladly began my stroll down the street.
“So you’re just going to let this guy win then? After everything we’ve been through, after all of the adventures, you’re just going to walk away from it and let it end like this?”
I recalled some of my previous cases as I passed by locations that had at one point or another hosted memorable moments in my career. I passed by the crack in the sidewalk which marked the area where I had seen the first drop of blood that had led me into a clash with a serial killer protected by the mob. The alleyway in which I’d found the dumpster soon approached, but I resisted the urge to look down it. Even averting my eyes, for a few seconds I could still recall the mangled body I had found within. My conscience was satisfied that the woman had gotten justice, and the man responsible would never repeat the tragedy.
I crossed Second Avenue, and recalled that that they had finished building the office building a handful of blocks further down. It was the same building’s frame in which I’d had a shootout with a criminal I’d put behind bars once before. That had been the first case I’d ever worked with Elizabeth on, and if it hadn’t been for her, Jason would have still been free instead of back behind iron bars for good. It had marked a turning point in my career as well. It was the first time I’d taken a bullet in the line of duty, and also the last time I’d worked alone. After that, Elizabeth had become my assistant, at first only a secretary, but later a partner in her own right.
I started thinking of some of my other friends and smiled broadly as I recalled how Al and I had first met. It had been on that same murder case with the serial killer, in fact. But it wasn’t until the case after that in which he and I really became good friends. I could smile about it now, but back then it had been no laughing matter. We’d both underestimated the fallout from the dueling mob families at the time, and if it hadn’t been for two unexpected allies and a high speed tumble from a car traveling on a freeway, we both might not have survived.
“It’s not that simple. I’ve racked my brain for a solution, and nothings coming to me. We’re not getting younger, and it’s obvious that I’m starting to lose my edge. I already let him fall into this guy’s hands, and now I can’t even find a way to free him.”
I’d ended up making friends with a mob boss at the end of that particular case, not something I was proud of but ultimately couldn’t refuse either. He asked me to do him a couple of favors, the last of which caught me right back in the middle of the ongoing feud, that time with a kid I’d never met. In what was probably the longest two days of my life, I was chased from one end of the city to the other, before ending up between the gun points of two of the most influential men in the city. I hadn’t seen the kid since then, but it had been some quick thinking on his part which had pulled our butts out of the fire. After that, I had told the mob boss that all I wanted was the freedom to do my job without interference. Given the chaos I’d caused, he agreed.
As I reached the corner of Dixon Street and Main, I saw the old, familiar neon sign of my favorite restaurant. Dillon’s Diner, famed for its 24 hour service, and in particular it’s owner’s eclectic array of sandwich combinations. I wasn’t sure, but I suspected that the real reason people came back was the coffee, which I knew from personal experience beat the hell out of anything else that could be bought anywhere in the city. How he made it was a secret, but you didn’t have to have two cups to know you were drinking a finely crafted brew.
The owner, Dillon, was also my most trusted friend. I’d found out the hard way that there are just some places that you can’t go if you want to talk business. Dillon’s had proved the best place to go for when I was stumped or in need of privacy. Dillon himself was a great sounding board for theories, but also seemed to have a direct line to underground information on a variety of topics. I’d known him for years, and we’d saved each other’s lives countless times, but I had never asked him where he got the kinds of information that he always had available. Professional courtesy I suppose.
“It’s alright. He’s your son after all, and trouble is what kids are good at. And it’s not like I haven’t had a good run. Ten years of business is longer than a lot of the police investigators stick with it. After all the cases I’ve been through, it’s a wonder I’m still drawing breath. This isn’t the worst thing to happen to me anyways, and you know it.”
I was quickly coming up on the plaza where I was supposed to meet the man who would ultimately be the end of my career. There had been a kidnapping a week ago, and Dillon's son had gone missing. The kidnapper’s demands had been very simple. He had wanted me out of the picture for good, or the kid would not survive to see his next birthday. For the first time in my life, I had been able to find nothing to help me with the case. Today had been particularly tough, because I knew that there was only one choice I could make, but it still ate at me inside. I felt like I was betraying all the friends I’d made over the years, all of the people I’d worked with, some of whom hadn’t survived. It felt like giving up, and I had never been good at that.
The plaza was dark, and as I had surmised, it began to drizzle as I walked into it. The tall buildings around loomed up in the dark, shadowy and silent judges of what was about to happen. It wasn’t a very large area, but it was paved in concrete and full of sculptures and fountains. Many places a person could hide in ambush, but also open enough that if I had brought back up, it would be easy to spot.
“You’ve made the choice then I see.” A man’s voice called out from the other side of the fountain in the center of the plaza.
“You win. Give up the boy, and I’ll walk out of this town and never look back.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment Tracer. I could have killed you outright a hundred times in the last few years, but I chose to bide my time. Revenge just wouldn’t have been as sweet if you hadn’t even had a chance to fail before I ended your life. Now you know the bitter taste of failure. You don’t even know who I am yet, and that would have been the simplest clue of all.”
From behind the fountain emerged a shadowed figure holding a boy close to him, gun leveled at his head. I couldn’t make out who it was, but I knew it was male from the voice. It sounded raspy and deep, and although it seemed familiar, I couldn’t recall ever hearing it before. The figure took a few more steps closer, but remained in the shadow of the fountain so that I couldn’t’ see his face.
“What’s the matter? You were always so quick with words Tracer, and now you’re silent. You know I’m not going to let this kid go, probably even knew it before you came here. Not even going to try and talk me out of it.”
“I had hoped you’d hold up your end of the deal, but you are right, I knew you wouldn’t.”
“Don’t try anything funny now Tracer. I’ve got at least six guns pointed at you right now, and even if you could draw your gun fast enough to shoot me, the kid will still be dead.”
What happened next occurred in mere seconds. While he had been talking, I had been inching my hand towards the gun in my shoulder holster. A light sprang up suddenly around him and the boy, illuminating his face. I was shocked to see the face of the man I had twice put behind bars looking at me with surprise and rage burning in his eyes and a peculiar scar across his neck. Jason Marcus Mayer had been trying to get revenge on me for ten years, and tonight had almost done it. As suddenly as the light had shown on him, it winked out again. I saw someone running up to Jason in the dark, and then take off again the other way. Al was a track runner on top of being a professor at the university and I knew there was no other man that could run that fast. He had grabbed the kid while Jason was still dazed and blinded. The man who had caused so much grief for my friends bellowed in fury as he realized what had happened and called for his men to attack.
Before they could, my mob friends who had hidden around the plaza in buildings they owned poured out and began firing at the men who were hidden amongst the concrete shapes. A bullet shaved the air close to my face from one side, but before I could turn, I heard the distant crack of a rifle amid the pistol shots and knew that Elizabeth had taken care of it. Trusting my friends to take care of the situation around me, I faced off with Jason in the middle of the huge gun fight.
“You’re friends aren’t going to save you this time Tracer. I’ve got my gun out already, and you haven’t even drawn yours. I’m going to kill you this time, kid or no kid. There’s no escape for me, obviously. I intend to pay you back for all the humiliation you’ve caused me, and there’s no cheap wooden floors to fall through or windows to break here. You die tonight.”
The truth was, I had been more than ready to die that night. I had arranged to have my friends rescue the boy, and maybe even kill the kidnapper, but I had not dared to hope the plan would have kept me alive as long as I had been. I knew I couldn’t draw my gun before he pulled the trigger, so all I could do was accept my fate and smile wanly at my fate. Jason didn’t hesitate to raise his gun, but before he could end my life, a man roared out of the darkness where Al had dashed from earlier. His battle cry was quickly drowned out by the retort of a shotgun, and before I could react, Jason was messily splattering across part of the plaza. I drew my gun instinctively, pointing it at my unexpected savior.
A silence came over the plaza, and it’s suddenness was as unexpected as the man’s charge. We stood there, he in the shadows and I with my gun pointed at his head. He broke the silence first.
“I think enough people died today, don’t you.” Said my old friend Dillon, stepping out of the shadows and smiling.
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I don't think it's ever really established why Donald and The triplets are cousins, but I think it has something to do with that he is actually their grand-uncle. There's a lot of family tree stuff on wikipedia that I didn't really look at. I'll probably take some time to read it and see what the real deal is, but I do know that Scrooge is the "uncle" to both Donald and the triplets.
Otherwise, thanks for the recommendations Polo and Dafydd. I'll tighten up the bio and add some details, and get you guys the revision as soon as I get back from work tonight.