I used to play a number of online multiplayer games. Some free, some I played actual real money in.
So why in the world do the videos they show to advertise the game bear no resemblance whatsoever to the gameplay?
Consider League of Angels II:
Nice butts. Looks like a real time fighting game, right?
But the actual gameplay:
There is essentially no interactivity. Fights proceed without player intervention. Completely different game from what the ad implies.
Do the makers have so little faith in their own game that they can’t even show the gameplay in their ads? They have to “trick” people into trying it by implying the game is something other than what it actually is?
Oh well, at least it has character graphics and animations unlike the older game “Evony” of the sexy advertisements:
I know it’s a shocking concept, but I’d like to actually see what the game I’m going to be playing really is all about.
It has been dubbed the Great American Eclipse, and along most of its path, there live almost no black people…
Oregon, where this begins, is almost entirely white… From Kansas, the eclipse goes to Missouri, still mostly bypassing black people…
From Oregon, the Great American Eclipse will travel through Idaho and Wyoming. (It will catch a tiny unpopulated piece of Montana, too.) Percentage-wise, Idaho and Wyoming are even whiter than Oregon…
The total eclipse will be visible from Lincoln, Nebraska, the state’s capital, which reports a black population of 3.8 percent…
To get the full show, eclipse chasers should go north to St Joseph, almost 90 per cent white and about 6 per cent black, the place where Jesse James died and where Marshall Mathers, aka Eminem, was born.
There are about 240 counties roughly along the central path of the eclipse, a 70-mile-wide trail extending across the country where people will be able to see a total eclipse, meaning the sun will appear completely obscured by the moon.
And about 92 percent of those counties swung in Trump’s favor, while fewer than two dozen counties voted for his opponent, Hillary Clinton.
Seriously, how in the world is this “correlation” of any importance at all? Is this some kind of political astrology? The moon and planets dictate the administration of Trump?
Are these folk that disconnected from reality?
But it doesn’t stop there. The Hurricane currently hitting the Gulf coast of Texas? It’s racist:
… since no one is even talking about the potential racial and socio-economic impact of this storm, it’s doubtful that local and government officials will be thinking about it during the clean up, either.
It’s a shocking idea but perhaps not everything is partisan politics. And not everything is identity politics. Some things can actually happen without being political.
Unless, perhaps, one thinks that Trump combines the might of a storm deity and a celestial god in one: kind of like Odin and Thor combined. If that’s what you believe, well, we do have freedom of belief in this country.
But do you really want to ascribe to him that much power?
The door to the captain’s cabin eased open silently. A man in the passageway leveled a crossbow, loaded with a broad-headed hunting quarrel, through the doorway. With the sharp crack of bowstring striking wood, the crossbow loosed the quarrel which buried itself in the rotund blanket-wrapped form on the bunk.
Kaila, from her position behind the door, grabbed the arm of the crossbowman and pulled. He tumbled into the room. With her other hand Kaila swung up with her sword catching the man just under the arm . The sword bit deep. Blood sprayed in pulsing spurts.
Kaila released the dying man and pivoted into the doorway. She bared her teeth at the sight before her. Men crowded the passageway, too tight-packed to fight effectively. Her sword licked outward, stabbing into the groin of the first man, then the tip slashing across the throat of the second. More blood showered the deck, splashing across Kaila. She spat at the coppery taste and stepped forward, her foot landing on the back of the crossbowman. Two more strikes and the bodies blocked her progress. She kicked, shoving bodies back into the remaining men, inducing them to back away seeking room to fight where they did not get in each others way. Kaila pressed forward, not allowing them that room.
As Kaila fought, her sword began to glow with a dim blue light.
The sound of impact from the hold beyond the passageway told her of the execution of the second part of the plan. Marek and Keven, leaving no one at the tiller for the nonce, dropped from the hatch behind the crowd pressed into the passageway.
The next man got his curved sword up in time to block Kaila’s attack. Kaila rolled her wrists and the point of her sword dipped, dropping below and around the man’s sword. She stepped forward, thrusting into his ribs. She jerked her sword free and stepped back, reaching up to wipe the blood spray from her eyes.
Beyond the remaining crewmen blocking the passageway Kaila saw Keven’s form shift. Shillond, his seeming dispelled, stood in Keven’s place, fire burning at his finger tips. The purser’s cabin door opened and Keven stepped into the passageway, Kreg’s sword ready before him.
Side by side, Keven and Kaila filled the passage, limited by the tight quarters to a thrusting game, but with the reach of the shashyns, more than a match for the remaining crewmen. Keven’s sword pierced one. Kaila’s another.
In the hold, Shillond reached out. One of the crewmen’s clothes burst into flame. Marek, struck the back of a crewman with a slashing blow before he could turn to face the new onslaught.
Kaila took a step forward, raising her sword to point at the face of the nearest man before her. He looked down at the bodies forming a gruesome carpet on the deck. He looked up. His eyes met hers. His hand opened. His sword dropped to the deck.
In moments the remaining men, five in number, followed suit. Weapons dropped, they clasped their hands before them and plead for mercy.
“There is but one penalty for mutiny,” Kaila said.
“Hold, Kaila,” Marek said.
Kaila stepped back. “Majesty?”
“As King of Aerioch, I claim your lives. You will serve me without question–” He nodded to the bodies on the floor. “–or you will die.”
Nearly falling over themselves in the crowded passageway, the crewmen fell to their knees. An incomprehensible babble arose as each man strove to declare, louder and faster than the next, his loyalty to King Marek, captain of this vessel.
Kaila schooled her face to stillness as blood soaked, and dripped from, her hair and clothing.
The above is from the forthcoming sequel to The Hordes of Chanakra:
Pulled into an alternate world mired in the middle ages, Kreg finds allies in Kaila, a rough swordmistress, and her wizardly father. He’s also found their foes – an unending horde pouring forth from the small nation next door.
Now, he’s in a race against time to find the true source, before everything he cares about ends in fire and death!
Yesterday was the 10th “anniversary” of the death of Sophie Lancaster.
Sophie was a “Goth” girl in Lancashire England. While walking home on August 11, Sophie and her boyfriend Robert Maltby were attacked by a group of youths. The only apparent motive for the attack was that Robert and Sophie were attired in Goth fashion.
They started by attacking Robert. When he was knocked unconscious Sophie tried to protect him by cradling him in her arms. The mob continued their assault, now focused on Sophie. According to witnesses, members of the mob would run over and kick Sophie in the head and jump up and down on her head. So severe were the couple’s injuries that emergency services arriving on the scene were unable to immediately determine which was male and which was female.
At least one of the attackers actually bragged about the attack as if he’d done something noble, saying to friends, “There’s two moshers nearly dead up Bacup park – you wanna see them – they’re a right mess”
Sophie and Robert were taken to the hospital, both in comas. Robert gradually improved with some memory loss of the attack and events leading up to it. This is not uncommon for traumatic injuries that involve unconsciousness.
Sophie, however, was not so fortunate. It was eventually determined that so severe was her brain injury that she would never recover. Her family agreed to cease life support on August 24, 2007 and the life of Sophie Lancaster passed from this world to whatever, if anything, may wait beyond.
Five youths involved in the attack were eventually arrested. It is not known how many others might have been involved. The five were first charged with “grievous bodily harm” but following Sophie’s death the charges were upgraded. Of the five, two were convicted of murder and the other three had the murder charge withdrawn on a guilty plea of “grievous bodily harm”. The five received sentences (after appeals) ranging from four years and four months to life imprisonment with a minimum (I presume, not being familiar with the British legal system, this means before eligible for parole) of fifteen years and six months.
Sophie, of course, is dead forever. There is no appeal on her result.
Monday, we were down in Nashville, visiting my friend Oleg Volk for the eclipse.
While we were there, he took some pictures of us. The pictures of me are for another post. For now, I’m talking about my daughter. In particular, Oleg used my daughter as a model for cover art for a forthcoming novel by Richard F. Weyand. The author liked the photo and decided to use it for the cover. And, yes, my daughter got paid for it:
Some other photos from the same trip, both posed and “candid”:
Jul 14 (+165 days) Law requiring forced sterilization of people with mental and physical disabilities enacted. This also included Roma, “asocial elements”, and “Afro Germans.
So, well before this point in Hitler’s term Germany had suspended civil liberties, restricted Jews from civil service jobs and school attendence, boycotted Jewish businesses, had mass, public book burnings, had five concentration camps open for business, and had begun the forced sterilization of “defectives”.
And that’s just the legal actions. It does not even consider the widespread violence and thuggery going on–not just “offensive speech” but real violence putting real people in real hospitals (or would if they were lucky enough to be allowed to go to a hospital).
Trump? Trump has appointed a Supreme Court Justice who has said he will follow the law and the Constitution in deciding cases, not whatever happens to be “popular”. He has ordered the executive branch to remove two regulations before it can pass any new regulation. Oh, and he has said some things that people consider to be “mean”.
If Trump and his supporters are Nazis, then they are the biggest slackers in history. More likely they are not and, Trevor Noah and those saying similar things are spouting pure nonsense.
In short, Mr. Noah, in the words of a great philosopher, “You went full retard. Never go full retard.”
A popular interpretation of this is that it allows the use of force to shut down people who aren’t using force but simply engaging in speech that the person finds objectionable. Some of the common expressions of this is “bash the fash” and “punch a Nazi”. In neither case do they actually mean folk rounding up minorities or other “undesireables” and sending them to concentration camps or engaging in any other actual violence or use of force. No, they mean people who simply speak in ways they find objectionable–arguing in favor of policies they don’t like or voting for and speaking in favor of politicians to whom they object.
When you use force to shut down others speech, however repugnant you may find that speech to be, you aren’t resisting intolerance. You are the intolerance that needs to be resisted.
“But!” Some will say. “Free speech is limited!”
And, to a very limited extent that is true. There are some very narrowly defined limitations on free speech. We have slander and libel laws where speech (or print) that is
made knowing it is false (or with “reckless disregard for the truth”)
is illegal. We also have laws against incitement to riot and similar laws which basically requires a situation where ones speech (it doesn’t only apply to speech, but speech is what we’re interested in here) can reasonable be expected to lead directly to violence.
Now take a look at who are making those kind of statements? Going to a protest with a lot of angry people saying “Bash the fash” or “Punch a Nazi”? Um, go read the preceding paragraph again.
History has seen any number of atrocities. People by and large don’t commit atrocities because they think they’re evil. They commit atrocities because they think the people they are slaughtering are evil. The leaders of such movements may be coldly cynical in whipping up a frenzy for their own ends, but they do it by convincing the frenzied that the targets of that frenzy deserve it.
Using violence to shut down opposing ideas is the roadway to atrocity. It’s broad and well-paved, with a downward slope that makes the trip really, really easy. And with every step down that road it becomes harder to turn around because turning around would require admitting that you are the villain in the piece–an admission few have the moral courage to make.
As always, the proper response to odious speech is more speech. If someone speaks out in favor of Nazi values, or Communist values, or Libertarian values, or whatever values you find most objectionable, speak out. Say why their views are repugnant and why people should follow yours instead.
Don’t use violence to shut down opposing views. All you do is show the world that you do not trust your own arguments.
And if you don’t trust them, then why in the world should I?