- Hmmm, so a lot of your books are by irvine welsh?
- Neat huh?
- I don't like him but i like to be on top for a change.
- Sure thing.
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Posted by d-z - June 23rd, 2010
The Post: http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/11 76442
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Powerman Spaceguy! The next generation cyborg/wrestler, is out to kick alien butt and restore peace to the milky way!
Tried and failed, looking for a coder's assistance...
control sample
boss 1 movement test
controls:
wasd - movement
u - 3 hit combo
i = grab
(while grabbing and facing right)
w = lifting toss
a = suplex
d = ddt
s = powerbomb
*If you get stuck while performing a move you can right click and choose forward then right click and choose rewind
problems:
- sometimes the combos get stuck (even w or s movements get stuck at times)
- the grab moves can be done even if the oponent isnt grabbed
- i can't spawn enemies so i put symbols on the whole map which causes lag
- map advancing is difficult
features in mind:
- throws can be unlocked
- moves can be unlocked
- cool maps with different bosses
- grab intensity differs on several opponent types
- awesome coding
interested? LETS DO IT!!!
Posted by d-z - June 23rd, 2010
Hmmm. Ok. So yeah. What do talkshow hosts talk about? I remember watching some conan
o brien. David letterman. But couldn't remember what they talked about. Yeah ok i can
google it. So now that's out of the way. What's up? How are you? I thought that
approach could work. Asking empty questions that might lead to something. I'm not
really wanting to talk. I just thought i'd test if im inspired already. No.
Jim couldn't stomach the fact that he's suffering from writer's block so he walked
around the park carrying a briefcase. "Look at me motherfuckers! I'm carrying a
briefcase, you can suck on that asshole, me and my BC, yeah!" It was a stupid move.
It became obvious to Jim that he was totally making an ass of himself. So he threw
the briefcase away on he ground. He would stomp on it but he was too tired of being
crazy. Or too tired of trying to be crazy enough to pass up as an adorable little
fuck-up to his imaginary standards.
To Julia, Jim was crazy enough. Crazy enough to deserve a dick suck. Julia has this
habit of filtering her thoughts. She has this triangular hat which she calls the
profanity filter. She found it in some guy's kitchen on a basket of fruits. It was
supposed to rid the fruits of evil. The guy joked she was fruity. So Julia rid
herself of owing the guy a blowjob as a compulsion and decided to simply take the hat
and make that the sucker moment. It was lame but it had to be done. And she thought
she was doing herself a favor. The guy didn't look like the type to take regular
baths. So back to now. It's not like a date or anything. Just two people of the same
age range and matching sexual preference, hanging around in the same room, trying to
make a conversation. Trying to make something out of nothing.
Jim regrets having told Julia about the park. It made him look like a pretentious
asshole. He wasn't pretending to be anything. He was just like that. Trying to do
something he doesn't normally do so he could write about something. But what sort of
story could he write by doing that? There is so much to say about the relativity of
things. And Jim always gambled on that notion. He thought by doing unrelated things
he might chance upon unlocking something important in his mind. And Julia thought
this was fierce. She wanted to suck that fucking cock, not out of compulsion, but
this time she just wanted it so bad that he wished she wasn't imaginary. She was real
of course, but she couldn't do anything unless Jim thinks about it. So yeah, Julia
isn't physically in the room. It's the same thing. With real Julias or not, Jim is a
slave of his own mind. And he could never do anything, unless he can imagine himself
doing it. Maybe Jim himself has become a character in his growing pile of unfinished
stories. Jim isn't a great writer either. So maybe that's why his life is so boring
and filled with crap. His other foot is stuck in shit that he perpetually craps.
Hmmm. Ok. So yeah. Fuck.
Sheila wanted to watch some baseball but Bruel has already put on porn. Fuck.
Another good writer that I can suggest is June De Sosa. He grew up in a farm in
Stongawa, Cheese province and in his youth he wrote numerous manuals about building
farm stuff. What's interesting is the way he wrote his guides. It was like the kama
sutra of construction. It was devoid of the essence of building. It would appear like
he didn't build a shed to house his cows but he did it because he enjoyed it. He even
"insulated" his tools by replacing the head of his hammer with rubber. He did that so
it wouldn't be finished too quickly.
Julia's advances doesn't seem to work on Jim. Jim was too preoccupied with something
that Julia's hands on his cock, a move too bold on her part, didn't even seem to make
Jim look down and get excited. Jim was rockhard but he seemed detached. So Julia just
sucked the crap out of Jim's cock and drank all the cum. And Jim remained detached.
And poof she went. Like the imaginary cocksucker that she was. Jim was left alone
with his blank mind. Imaginary moss started growing on his head.
Also another good writer is Pensylvania Dawg Nine. He's wrote numerous poems about
mispelled state names. A lot of people considered him a hack but 100 years after his
death some guy made a movie about him and everybody knew what he was about when he
still wrote stuff. And he didn't become more popular nor did he change any lives.
Just a few more people knew him and talked about him for about ten minutes after
watching the movie. He did almost change someone's life. The man who've made the
movie killed himself for making something he thought was pointless at the moment. And
had he survived he would have discovered that it wasn't pointless at all. Too bad
some people miss a lot of things for stupid moody decisions like suicide.
One of Jim's greater strengths is his apathy. Most people would consider this
undesireable but jim doesn't give a shit. It has saved him from a lot of danger. If
he gave a shit about anything he would crumble down from a stone giant into a fleshy
human. And in his line of work he can never be emotional. He's a professional
hipster. Like most hipsters he's ignorant. But he gets paid for his good looks. How
does he make money out of it? Shy writers hire him to post his picture in the author
page. But that's just a sideline. His job is to be an ignorant hipster who doesn't
give a shit and just like a superhero he's extraordinarily good at it but doesn't
really earn any money.
The best writer of all is Morley Carucco. Nobody knows where he is or what he does.
Or if he's really a he. He's a mystery man writing guy. And nobody knows why he's so
great. He's like a golden bat in the shroud of utter darkness. You can't see him and
he can't see you either but he has echolocation and he's golden. And his stuff is so
dark and nothing you've seen before and you'll never see it. And he has perfectly
hidden it under the principle that if it's not published then there's a big chance
that it's poorly written or it sucks. Of course it doesn't suck. I tell you, Julia,
it's the best thing you'll ever read if you can find a way to read it.
Julia tried hard to find the lost writings of the legendary Morley Carucco but all
she could find was Jim's hard cock. So she sucked and she fucked and blew Jim's mind
like some fucking straw house from an old fairy tale.
Posted by d-z - May 20th, 2010
projects not progressing mind confused knees hardly supporting upper body weight due to rapid weight increase ideas too insipid even to own chemically impaired standards social needs bordering on whoredom cigarette consumption rate doubled average sleeping time greatly diminished paranoia taking over sick thoughts corrupting decision making capacity for bullshit extending time wasted dramatically accumulating self-absorbed? yes drunk? no depressed? possibly afraid? yes suggested course of action: pretend to be a marathon runner
Posted by d-z - January 11th, 2010
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I've been getting some pms about the song used in my entry in the marvel collab, to those who like it here's the info:
"Raised by Wolves" from Voxtrot
Catchy song isn't it? Enjoy!
The band: http://www.voxtrot.net/page.html
Posted by d-z - January 6th, 2010
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Found this in an old cd with the paris hilton sex tape. I cant post theparis hilton sex tape but here is my first flash project in school. I'm ashamed but self-acceptance could be the way to betterness.
Oh and:
Original concept by: Rhys
Music: Reggie and the Full Effect
Sorry about the bad words, we were naive, im not saying ive grown more mature by now i just wont use those words anymore.
Posted by d-z - December 4th, 2009
I felt all the hair in my body stand when the teacher told us one of Noriko's traits. "Can't sleep without music." We were so the same, i thought it was one of our many similarities. I really believed that we were soulmates. But when i think about it now, i didn't ask what she listened to in bed. For the last eight years I've seen her twice. I'm not sure if she recognized me but i really stopped believing that we were anything like that. So when i saw her it did not feel special at all. Back in highschool she danced to dance music and i thought she was amazing. I just couldn't get into the "dudz-dudz-dudz" beat. So i guess that piece of memory. "Noriko's trait". Is empty. But what do i know? I've never been in bed with her or at least got close enough to discuss stuff. Maybe people have soulmates but they don't necesarily end up with them. Maybe it's the fact that people could fall in love with somebody else's soulmate and actually make it happen. Imagine how much souls lost their mates to rockstars. Like that guy from Stars.
Posted by d-z - November 13th, 2009
Oh yeah time for a weekend of drugs and alcohol!
Eh, not really. Work and alcohol! Wooo!
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