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A hearty-har for rubbish phonetics.

Creepout.mid.

Cavey/creepy/icy feel? Your comment here!

And Drifter.mid

Quicktime is as ever a defiler of any MIDIs, so right click and download for optimal listening goodnessousity.

I think it somewhat resembles FF6 stuff, but that's unintentional. Do feel free to tell me what you think.

Which means replying. There's a good bunch of wenches.

(PS: I know they're both 3/4. It's a coincidence!)

Edit: Go me! I managed to post the same tune from my previous post! I got a little confused

Drifter.mid

Quicktime is as ever a defiler of any MIDIs, so right click and download for optimal listening goodnessousity.

I think it somewhat resembles FF6 stuff, but that's unintentional. Do feel free to tell me what you think.

Which means replying. There's a good bunch of wenches.

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Melon melon melon

-Wiped due to concerns over zealous exam administrators.

http://www.everyvideogame.com/

Ronseal url. Every Mega Drive/NES/Gameboy/Arcade game, ever. Playable. Apparantly.

Yes, Pirates! is there.

/Dart trap.

Here we are: http://www.2dadventure.com/ags/CELTIC.MID

I had good fun composing this one, I hope you like it. C+C welcome, especially unbounded applause.

Plenty of best movie and best actor polls around, but what about performances? In no order, here's some of my favourites.

Andy Serkis as Gollum, Lord of the Rings.
John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson as Vince and Jules, Pulp Fiction.
Kevin Spacey as Verbal Kent, The Usual Suspects.
Guy Pearce as Edmund Exley, L.A. Confidential.
Gregory Peck as Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird.
Bill Murray as Bob Harris, Lost In Translation.
Brad Pitt as Tyler, Fight Club.
Robert DeNiro as Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver.
Alec Guiness as Colonel Nicholson, Bridge on the River Kwai.
Denzel Washington as Alonzo Harris, Training Day.
Natalie Portman as Mathilda, Leon.
Tom Hulce and F. Murray Abraham as Mozart and Salieri in Amadeus.
Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance, The Shining
R. Lee Ermey as Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket.
Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump, Forrest Gump (Primarily as the narrator role rather than dialogue).
Ewan McGregor as Renton, Trainspotting.
Johnny Depp as Ed Wood, Ed Wood.
Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Carribbean.
Jon Voight as Joe Buck, Midnight Cowboy.

Any of your own to add?

Indeed.

I don't really know what this is. Any ideas? C+C welcome.

"Here. Smoke away the screams, American".

The man flicked a cigarette onto the table. Deacon Jackson looked at it warily, with tired eyes, then decided he hadn't been captured by these people just so they could poison him. He scrabbled it into his cupped hand and lit it with an offered match. He exhaled, adding to the smoke-wreathed state of the small, dingy room. He didn't remember much. There had been fighting, and alot of noise. And blood, too. Lots of blood...

He looked at his hands. The outlines of his fingernails were etched scarlet. He shuddered, and put them under the table where he wouldn't see them. His mouth was dry, but he spoke anyway.
"Why am I here?" he croaked. The figure, lost in the purple shadows beyond what little light the ceiling-lamp, paused and stared at the wall, his back to Jackson.
"Why am I -"
"It is not... well. It is important, but it is not currently," the man's thoughtful voice slowed like grease, "not currently to your benefit. You are here to learn, Mr. Jackson, and so are we". The figure turned on his heel and paced to a corner. Deacon glanced around, and realised he couldn't see any door, or even a window. He groaned. The man snapped around with a voice like a scalpel.
"Deacon Jackson, my name is Stanton. You may answer the following questions with a yes or no. Do you follow the news?" He asked. Deacon nodded.
"Yes".
"Then you know who you have been fighting?"
"Confederation of Recognised Europe and the People's Republic of China," Deacon answered automatically.
"And you are fighting for...?"
"Liberated States of America, sir". For a second, Jackson didn't know why he'd said 'sir', until he realised that 'sir' had always followed 'America'. His brows knitted. "Liberated States of America," he repeated, like a mantra.
Stanton sighed. He rested his knuckles lightly on the tabletop and stared at Deacon until he shifted in his seat, chewing his cigarette nervously.
"Deacon, you're right. And wrong". He paused, before scratching his neck and continuing, "You're fighting no less than every other major country and international group in the world". He ticked off his fingers as he spoke. "The United Kingdom and the CRE. New Industrial Russia. The People's Republic of China. The North African Alliance. The Australasia-Pacific Alliance. The New States of the Middle East. The list goes on".
Deacon's mouth hung slightly ajar, before he blinked slowly.
"Y-you're wrong," he managed to stammer out. Everyone knew it was an unprovoked attack for America's raw resources. It wasn't their fault if the rest of the world had fucked up too badly in the past to manage now. He said as much to Stanton, whose eyebrows arched in amusement.
"You know, I almost never get tired of it". His eyes hardened. "Almost never". He suddenly seemed to be weary, and his hand came up to rub his forehead. He walked slowly round to the back of Deacon's chair and gripped it in two hands. He leaned next to Deacon's ear and whispered one word.
"Propaganda".
Deacon bit his lip.
"No," he said, "You're wrong. After they lost the oil wars, the CRE got mad, and they attacked us. We're just looking out for ourselves, we-"
"No!" Stanton almost shouted it. "Do you want to know what happened? Time for a history lesson, American!
"In the early part of this century, your country was the only global superpower. All of Europe united was only just strong enough to hold enough political sway to stop you dominating the world. In 2025, there was a huge economic crash, borne of a worldwide shortage of resources, and you hoarded what you had. During that time the American Nationalist Party managed to get themselves into power. Do you realise just how quickly they got there, and what methods they used?" Stanton shook his head sorrowfully. "Let's just say there's a reason the LSA doesn't have any opposition parties any more. The other countries saw all this, but the ANP pulled off a clean coup, and it was all... propaganda. Anyway. That's all in the past. Try convincing one of the current generation of Americans that any other party ever existed now. Hah". Deacon gripped the table legs tightly. This couldn't be true, this was just more lies by outsiders. They were raised to hate us, we all saw their classrooms.
At least, we all saw what the Institution showed us. He managed to find his voice as Stanton tapped his fingers softly on the table.
"But what about all we've been told by the inst-"
"Ah, the institution," interrupted Stanton smoothly. "From where a great nation is pulled around by a chain of lies. Yes, it's quite unbelievable how easily they did that. The Institution is simply the American Nationalist Party, renamed and made slightly more palatable. They fucking glitter, don't they? This is the same ANP who reintroduced the isolationist policy. The same ANP who banned all international trade to and from America, making it the poorest it's been in years. "The business of America is business", somebody once said. It isn't any more. The business of America is war now". He kicked a chair sullenly. "It's cost the world... quite a lot, Deacon. Over two million lives, for starters. And you know how it all started? For once, you're right. It was the oil wars, but what started as 'liberation operations' quickly became nothing more than mass raids on resources. You took and you took and left some countries in ruins, and for what? A few more plastic cups. Another car. Another couple of... well, you're probably unfamiliar with radios now. I suppose they took them all. Oh God, if you knew what went on then. But it's all over now. Civilization spat you out, purged you from the east. Damn, but the sands ran red. I fought there, you know". His voice softened for a moment. He seemed to come back to himself, and finished at a brisk pace. "From there we forced you back to your own country, and we've been fighting ever since. We don't hate Americans, we hate your government. And that's why I'm here. Maybe you should consider, Jackson, why you're here". He turned and walked out the room, through a door set into the wall, which Deacon heard lock behind him.

And all Deacon Jackson could do was stare.

I know this is a slightly rarer turn of events, but I wrote a few more, and I figured this was the best area to post 'em.

Untitled.
I'll take a blade into chapel with me,
And I'll grip it because it's real.
I'll bury myself in dulled metal whilst God-in-words swirls around me in a crimson rush.
A robed weight.
Stone angels bow their heads to lower their gruesomely placid faces at me and me alone.

Stained glass seeps insidiously and stains air, dust floats from dead Bibles, songbooks.
The choir breathes it in, and chokes,
Slamming out Psalms.
A cacophony of ritual wraps plundered ideas in echoes and pricking incense,
And dead priests stretch smiles forever in the church tombs.

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Hiki Komori.
Today I decided I wouldn't get up.
I have had enough of life.

I know something.
My front door sucks something out of me every time I touch the cold metal handle.
My life drains from me with the swing of this door.
So the answer is obvious: don't go out.

I sealed myself in my room, and lay in my warm, vegetable bed.
I'm not sure I can open my eyes, but the stuffy air would be dusty,
And my room a dimly-lit blue from my curtains and blind just about permitting the sun its entry.
My bedside table piles high, spurts books.
Sometimes I'll play a CD to drown out the scrabbling and sobs of my parents from the door.
The beard wasn't all I expected it to me, so I cut it with nail scissors.
My movements become languid and ponderous,
Sometimes I forget what I was going to do.
The batteries on my clock run down.
The bulb on my light burns out.
My CDs become scratched beyond playability.
My books disintergrate.

I should probably go out and buy some more,
But I cannot - will not - face my door.

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Untitled 2.
Place yourself, maybe, high in twinkling aether. Feel the syrupy light glisten wetly on raw skin.
All twinkles, inane rhymes.
Then a smokey claw plunges upwards and plucks you from stars,
An apple from Eden.
You are being dragged by the heavy warth-flushed wraith through Clouds: Slab; Slab; Slab.
They break on you like a mortar, and air is chill sharpnel.

We are now flying at 32,000 feet. In the event of an emergancy, please turn to God.

It's a whiteness now, Angel, and you have struck the smouldering ground, but the hole is in yourself.
Haul your Soul out of your eyes and pan it through pity, but be wary, newness, all that glitters is not
High in delicate air, playing stolen eagle bones, you short-sighted Sun Warrior.

Give me, give us, our crush of air,
My restraint and cute idiocy.
Many skulls stare at many deities, sockets burning with invisible and fevered exclaimations.

Play on, Inquisitor, you're such a fine man,
(Do it like nobody's watching),
You alone know the truth: That fingernails are eyes and blood, sight.
Please return verdict to 'Civilisation@world.net'.

Because God is there, leaning on us.
Surely we can feel him, and are glad. Happy are ye.

Faith? Faith! I can't see properly,
Where are you?

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Feedback very welcome.

Or something similar.

Anyway, I've been a busy little wench for a while, and I thought it'd be time to display some of my MIDIs here to show you chaps how I've been progressing. I'm sure you find the action equally as selfless and charitable as I. Right?

In (very rough) composing order so you can see my hopeful improvement, and the weapon of choice is Winamp, followed by Windows Media Player. I'm afraid Quicktime makes a complete hash of them.

Firstly, The Hub. I think this was the last tune I posted on these fair forums, so consider that the chronological benchmark.

Boss Fight.
Enclosure.
Groovy.
Broken.
March. Sort of majorly unfinished.
Foodbelly. Yes, this was orginally an idea for a Foodbelly theme. I don't consider it finished, but I am rather fond of it, so here it is.
Ronbat. Need I say more?
Minimal. This is where my pieces start to get a bit more sophisticated.
Untitled, for an FPS. It's not anything great, but it helped me get back into composing after an 8-month composing drought.
Flat is one of my favourite pieces.
Hymn is like the easiest piece I ever made, but it works oh-so-well, encompassing a vast spectrum of moods and possible uses, so it's here.
Ruins, starting to branch into ambitious territory.
Desert for a DDR style game. Not quite finished, but it shows some stuff I would have been reluctant to try earlier on.
Slowly is my most recent piece (finished today), and although it has problems, mostly that it can't loop very well, it represents the pinnacle of my composing so far in 'tweaking' - using controllers and other devices to add effects (the most obvious here is the pitch bend).

There are a lot of unmentioned ones here, but these are the tunes that stand out in my efforts to try and make myself as good a composer as I can possibly be. I hope you can see how they develop and try new things as I get more experienced, and what's more, I hope you enjoy the pieces themselves.

Please, do comment on any you like/dislike, I'm always open to suggestions.

Awesome art, and so far, a good plot with competant dialogue.

Worth a look!

Flat.mid, and it really does sound like some bubbling molass or mud and vines. At least, to my imagination.

Anyhoo, make of it what you will, I'm quite pleased with it.

Edit: Yarr-harr. Um. It's designed to loop, it's not unfinished.

/46 readers and no comments, jus' saying.

Thanks to AGA for PDFing and Obi for hosting

This is why I'm not working on my game.

Yeah, I know it's long (not anywhere near finished, yet, though, it's barely started). Please give it a chance, at least read the first chapter or two, and see if it draws you in

It's my best writing. Easily. So I'd love feedback on it.

PS: Is this the right forum?

Edit: Hah! As if I hadn't noticed that before. Ignore this bit: "Fondling the visor around her neck" in Chapter 1. She doesn't get that until much later >_<

Second Edit: Drat and double drat, there's another error in the first chapter. It's merely grammatical, and it's fixed now.
"There were some nasty tangles with some bandits, but nothing I couldn't shake off with my wings,' she patted it over her shoulder fondly"

Also, reading it, the later chapters are better written... oh well.

First off, I'm aware this is essentially arguing in public (not that #ags isn't public already), but I think this is important.

Some of you will be aware we just started running a community radio based around IRC. I'm particularly interested in this, because it gives me a chance to encounter bands and music I would probably not have heard otherwise, as well as the chance to play my own selection.

What I don't appreciate is people who deem themselves experts dictating what is 'good' and what is not. It's not even as if it's given as an opinion. It's just "This song is bad. This band is bad." It could be true, but I don't think so. I'd like to think my selection is very varied and of a good calibre. I could be wrong but general consensus would suggest not.

Personally, I think it's a very wounding thing to do. Not only are you insulting their taste in music, but their entire cultural leaning. I try to steer clear of degrading other people's opinions in such matters, because it's not my place to do so.

So, people who would call themselves masters of music - connoisseurs, maybe, please, have some respect for others and their selection. Don't tell people your opinion as if it was fact. Don't humiliate users who simply want to listen and play music.

I'm aware of the free speech argument here, but there is freedom, and then there is license.

I appreciate you can't please everyone, but it's horrible to be told, quite offhand, that your music is inferior.

http://www.2dadventure.com/ags/Africa.jpg

Granted, fairly similar in theme, but one's Heathrow and one's Africa. With my PoS, five year old, goes-out-of-focus-within-seven-feet camera these were basically the only two I was happy with in three rolls of film. I wish I had a digicam. Anyway, I thought it was quite interesting, given the essential similarity, but also the stark contrast.

IMHO.

Check this (video), looks pretty damn impressive.

This the right forum? Yes? No? We don't know.

Mortal RONbat makers, what's going on with the project? Only I have someone who wouldn't mind the theme for it (the MIDI I made). I can compose something else for them, and I probably will, but what's happening with the project?

/Concern

Yes.

Very odd indeed.

But enough Chemical Bros.

Off to Tanzania and Zanzibar. Screw you guys. I'll be back, probably with pictures, in a fortnight.

/Is seeing elephants and lions and such. Ha-hah!

Okay alright okay WOW.

Niftyness! I won. This will be my second 'jam *guitar chord* so y'all are in safe hands.

THE REQUIREMENTS ARE:

An AGSer attacking a political/world figure with or on a pogo stick.

Suggestions!

Yufster, m0ds (baseball cap), C.Leks, Helm, Flippy \o/, CJ.
Tony Blair, Jacques Chirac, The Esteemed Mr. Bush, The Dalai Lama, Saddam Hussein.

Remember, WITH or ON a pogo stick. Most inventive and funny wins, good art is a bonus.

Edit: Crap on crutches! I just realised, I shan't be here to judge. I'll hand it to the forum mods to pick the winnar