#Instasnippet of my story Synth
Slowly, the image of my surroundings comes into view. The local star is at the height of its day, beaming down on me. All the batteries have charged as I run a quick diagnostic. “Circuitry intact sir” Andy says. “At least we fell into a charge zone. Without these cellular batteries at max, we might not have made it.” He says that like either of us are concerned with the heat bearing down on us. I look to my left. I look to my right. Nothing but pure space. The sands continue forever. The only sounds I hear are of the winds whistling past me, re-etching the dunes as they go. “How did we get here Andy?” “I don’t know. The last recorded memory I have is us falling from the star above. Records are blank. Almost as if they were erased.”
So, no memory, no direction and a completely new world to work with...now it’s a party!
“It’s a good thing we don’t eat Andy!” I said.
“Yeah, this is true sir. Now we just have to avoid degradation and erosion.”
I wasn’t worried, after all, the sun was beaming down on me and that’s all I needed. After all, androids don’t eat, we synthesize. I use light like other organisms use sugar. “Well lets go figure this shit out Andy.”
“Sounds good sir.” #gamestory#gamedev#gamedesign#androids#synth#fantasy#scifi#instagamer#gamerguy#instawriter#whoami#howdidigethere#whatisSynth#SynthisDyfrnt#DyfrntStudios#Dyfrntgaming#unique#instawriter#enjoyaparagraph#adventure
Reale vs Immaginario
Ogni giorno sto con una testa
in due scarpe.
Forse perché ho il cervello
al posto dei piedi.
Mi riesce male stare da un solo lato,
Così tra dimensioni saltello.
Peccato per chi non ci sente.
Quelli che per paura urlano al cielo
che ciò non esiste.
Vogliono uccidere il dubbio
E annientare la curiosità
In nome della tangibile realtà.
Allora tutti saremo più felici
Senza porte da aprire,
Senza misteri da svelare
O immagini da riportare.
Come fotografie di mondi paralleli
Che nessuno potrà mai vedere.
Udh lama nih g repost games
Nah kali ini ada games baru nih
~Mainin di story yah~
Nonton film horor sendirian:😲😰😭😱
Ketemu idola: 😱😘😍
Pisah ama sahabat:😖😱😰😭😥
G punya Paketan data/kuota:😯
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And like foto ini!😉
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В первую очередь за игровой индустрией стоят сильные личности, формирующие уникальные, творческие работы, меняя отношение мира к индустрии. Благодаря таким людям игры встали на один уровень с кино, книгами и иными видами искусства. 💡
Мы продолжаем рассказывать вам краткие факты о таких личностях. А знаете ли вы? 🔥👨🏫️Что, последний самостоятельный проект Даниэля – Kingdom Come: Deliverance, теперь используется для преподавания истории студентам из Чешского Университета.
Чешский геимдев еще долгое время после выхода ассоциировался с Mafia: The city of Lost Heaven. 🔫Первым самостоятельным проектом Даниэля стала игра Hidden&Dangerous, тактического стелс шутера. 💰Даниэлю Вавра выдали награду “Game Developers Choice Awards” и “Editors’ Choice and Best Screenplay Awards” за серию игр Mafia. 🤵В игре Kingdom Come: Deliverance есть Даниэль Вавра, он играет роль пана Гануша. (Очень интересно, заgoogl-ите). Проект окупился, дав на старте планку в 1млн. проданных копий. 🤺В 2009 году, разработчик ушел из 2K Czech, и стал фрилансером. Не просто так, как оказалось, в 2011 году Даниэль основал собственную студию Warhorse Studios, и объявил на платформе kickstarter о начале разработки Kingdom: Come Devliverance👑. Которая вышла только спустя 7 лет, и стала одной из самых значительных RPG на данном поколении, исключительный случай, когда практически инди студия, первым своим проектом выстрелила так мощно, что встала в один ряд с такими гигантами как The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt🦇 и Deus Ex👾. #gdtKZ#Warhorse#Mafia#KingdomCome#gameSTORY#gamedev#IT#videogames
Hey guys! Here is another somewhat autumn-hipster(?) vibe lookbook. Just like last time, all you need to do is copy and paste the names into Google to find the related CC. However, if you’re having trouble, just send me a DM and I can give you a direct link.
Hair - Alessandra by Anto
Hat - Deary Hat by Toksik
Glasses - EKSEO Glasses by PralineSims
Top - Turtleneck Top by LYNX
Skirt - Hello Summer Skirt by Pyanka
Watch - Watch 06 by S-Club
Shoes - Coco Ankle Boots by LumySims
Hair - Sachi Hair by LeahLilith
Glasses - PAB Glasses by PralineSims
Shirt - Cropped Tee by PureSims
Pants - Emma Pants by ClumsyAlienn
Shoes - Eligio Boots by Madlen
Hair - OE0208 Hair by Wings
Hat - Small Round Hat by PauleanR
Shirt - Blouse with Falbala by ChloeM
Shoes - Lisa Shoes by Madlen
From what I’ve learnt from memes and the show Catfish, sometimes the best way to be a true detective is to just search someone up on Facebook. After convincing Max to finally accept my friend request (she kept insisting that she doesn’t use Facebook, but she uploads brunch reviews every morning), I found Ben in her friends list.
I knew that I was supposed to be investigating him, but as Devon and I browsed through his tagged photos my interest was always drawn to the lanky figure constantly by his side. Most of the photos were from pre-2012, but there was no denying how much Messer had changed. It was so hard for me to draw a comparison from the boring, no-nonsense man I knew to the one in these photos. The one who laughed, and played guitar, attended geek conventions, and rode roller coasters with his arms up at Disneyland.
I know you might not believe me, but I’m not a pushover person. But I am sentimental - especially when it comes to people. Mike was the first person I met when I came to the city, and he was the first person willing to help me out for no obvious gain.
He gave me my apartment, showed me the city, taught me the best places to go and where to avoid. He gave me long nights of partying at nightclubs, playing drinking games at the back of his house, and cuddling together amongst the sheets. For the first time in my entire life, I didn’t feel lonely when I was with him.
I guess that’s why I let him treat me so badly. I guess I’m not as strong as I thought I was. But I will be.
I wait until Max leaves the parking lot, acting like my keys are jammed into the door of my car because, well, that always happens. Once she’s gone, I grab my pass and scurry back to the station, giving a small wave to the tired-looking officers stuck on night shift. Entering the storage room, I scan through the files for anything relating for someone named ‘Ben’. There’s a lot - no shit, it’s a generic name - but thanks to the cataloguing system I put into place when Messer locked me in here a month ago, I narrow my search down to one prime suspect:
His name is Ben Untenberg and he was a former detective here. His name is listed on just about a hundred closed cases, which doesn’t actually give me much information, until I come across a file with his name on it. “Ben Untenberg and Carlos Donatello”. The case was labelled closed two weeks ago, by a certain Aiden Messer.
My saltiness eventually fades away by the time I get back to the station. Messer comes in a few minutes later and I decide it’s better to put my earlier nosiness away and not ask him where he’s been. We work the remaining cases in awkward silence. I can see Max and Monty eyeing us from across the room. Max keeps giving me the same disappointed stare, like she somehow knows exactly what we talked about.
After work, she catches me in the parking lot. Just as I predicted, she immediately goes into her usual spiel of ‘blah, blah, blah, none of your business, blah, blah’. I hate being kept in the dark. And ever since I became a detective here, all they seem to be doing is keeping secrets. So I guess if I want any answers, I’m just going to have to investigate it on my own.
Messer takes me to a little family-owned cafe that sits by the river. It feels nice to order something off of the menu by name for once, rather than price. And since I’ve decided that Messer owes me one for talking shit, I of course order the most expensive thing. The urge to confront him about it all was bubbling up inside of me, ready to burst from my lips.
As soon as I ask about Ben, Messer’s entire body freeze up. I feel a bit guilty, knowing that I’ve stepped over a line somewhere. And then, almost like someone’s pressed a button, he snaps back to life. His pettiness gives my own a run for its money. After chucking down some money for the food and a cab, he takes off in the cruiser, leaving me alone in a shitty cafe in the city.
GAMESTORY: Iseng-iseng tak berhadiah. Temukan 10 pemain yang mencetak gol di pertandingan big match liga top Eropa kemarin. Bagi yang menemukan 10 pemain dengan tepat, maka kembali ke kalimat pertama.