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God's plan is very simple but I will not bother to tell you about it.

I would like to hear about God's plan

KhrisMUC, people get sick more times than we wanted isn't it? And cancer? What a terrible disease it is. You can blame it on God, or maybe stop and think that it wasn't His fault. Because you are confused as well. When a Christian tells someone something like 'It's God will' he's just reassuring and softening his pain. Psychologists do it with other words but it's the same.
There is also a theory that says that scientists went too far with medication and life expectancy exceeds what our bodies can take, our cells just get ill. When life expectancy was about 40 years old there are no known cases of cancer. No Pharaoh was ever found with cancer. Sure there were different diseases though.

You can't honestly be serious with that argument...

Didn't Methusalah (sp?) live till 900 or something anyway? And all those other bible dudes...

EDIT: Oh yea guys, Nacho isn't natively english, so maybe the tone and phrasing of his posts got lost a little in translation. Give the guy a break.

http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/yabb/index.php?topic=36479.0 is the correct place to go

Everything stems from our own selfish desires. We do it because it makes us feel good about ourselves. We're feeding our own egos - pure narcism.

I'm with Nacho. I agree with everything he's said so far and do not think he's insulted anyone or made attacks on anyone.

As it's been said, it's prefectly alright to question the belief, and that's all that Nacho's been doing. He's been questioning the irrationality of a belief in a higher being by comparing it to various things.

And irrelevant of where you stand within your beliefs, one has to admit that the belief in God is irrational. It's an illogical thing to believe in -- And that's not an offensive comment. It's fact. Even if you believe you have to admit that your belief is irrational, whether you like it or not.

Edit: Btw, if God did instill us with a sense of morality, he did a pretty hack-job of it.

Peep Show, The inbetweeners.

Weeds?

Wow, awesome setup. I only have one little Casio HT-700 But I love it bits. Just one question - It seems you only have one speaker? Surely that's quite a detriment when trying to mix in stereo.

It's a nice track, but if you really want some critiscm, here I go!

Firstly I'd recommend rather uploading to a site like box.net - I can't see many people waiting 90 seconds before they get a download link.
As for the track, the first thing that struck me was that it was pretty obviously synthesized. Now I know there's not much you can do about that if you don't have a full size orchestra in your house, but maybe in the future try using some better patches or look into sampling.
Secondly I would try varying the velocity on a lot of the notes. When people play instruments in real life not every note is the same volume, and it would help it to sound less robotic or synthesized.
Musically, the track is very nice and works well as ambient music. The dynamics are nice and I like how it breaks down and builds itself up again. However if you want the track to stand out a bit more I'd give a little bit of a stronger melody - right now it's the same pattern over different chords over and over. (Which isn't bad, but if you want it to stand out, try varying a little bit. The dynamics of the track make up for it a bit though.)
The only other thing I didn't like was the solo instrument right at the end from around 2:25 onwards. I like the fact that it's playing solo - but maybe a different patch would work better.

All in all it's a very nice track and sorry if I was a bit harsh, but you did scream at me to judge you!

Yea, but it didn't sound like the Microsoft midi patches. I'm looking for a synth that emulates the way the old soundcards used to play them.

I'm also looking for something like this. If anyone knows any good synth plugins to create the type of adlib sound in Monkey Island and Indiana Jones that would be awesome. I love those sounds

Thanks for the critiscm! (and praise). It definitely helps. Maybe one day I'll write a novel - Just seems like so much work :/

Only one thing I disagree with: "His work was done and he didn’t need to stick around to watch the poor fool die." I think the sentence gives a little bit of information on the type of character the man in the grey coat is. No remorse, just a days work etc.

By they way, Trihan the english-man Out of curiosity, was my grammar correct during the dialogue? Were there any grammatical errors?

I don't think anyone realized haha

Yea, as you said the mystery was intentional. It's funny because not even I know the man in the grey coat's motives.

Since I can't vote for myself, I vote for Akatosh.

Has anyone thought of sacrificing themselves to save the five and the other one? Would anyone jump in front of the train?

For every commercial piece of software out there, there's a freeware slightly more complicated and not as flashy or annoying equivalent.

If you can't afford commercial, go freeware. All my software is freeware, (Gimp, Buzzmachine, audacity, deepburner, bonkenc, audacity and just about every other freeware audio or other program available).

The only reason to use commercial software is if you own a company and want to get taken seriously.

Nice twist, Akatosh I didn't see that coming.

Reminds me of this topic.

what the hell its soooo old!!!!!

I'm not sure whether this is sarcasm or not haha. If it isn't well... let's just say I feel sorry for you :/

You're missing out on a great era of gaming.

I love it. Reminds me of the Beavis and Butthead adventure game. Good work

I like the new version, it works best without the beard

Although I think with the outfit you gave him he looks a bit like a jedi...

(btw, if you want to give him a beard, you should make it less horizontal.)

Here's my entry. It's about a kid who grows up wanting to be a race car driver, but then when he makes it he crashes and blames his father.

http://www.box.net/shared/tz61etue6p

Enjoy

I started writing and went off on a slight tangent. Hope this still fits with the rules - It's about a barman who finds himself in quite a sticky situation.

 The sun in most parts of the south country was not a beast to be reckoned with, and the sun above the small town of Killing tended to abide by this law. It glared a fierce orange in the slightly off-blue sky and sent its burning rays down toward the disgruntled earth. Small blades of yellowed grass decorated the deserted streets, like tiny flames licking the ground.
 Underneath the intensity of the sun and in-between the rickety buildings of Killing lay a wooden haven, seemingly ungrateful towards the large oak tree which held the building captive in its shadow. The building bore witness to much of the happenings in Killing, and in no other place was this reflected more than the building’s exterior. Its windows sulked in silence, perhaps unhappy that they had never been opened. An ambient creaking sound emerged gently every now and then from the door as if to remind everyone that it still existed. The door hung, perhaps only on one hinge, perhaps on two. No-one paid it much attention anymore.
 Inside the building the mood changed slightly, but not by much. Two old men adorning ponchos slouched in one corner, immersed in a game of poker. Another man sat at a bar, brooding over his whiskey while pretending to listen to the barman’s rambling voice. The man was a dark man. He dressed himself in a sleek black shirt and a dark grey overcoat which came down to his knees. The coat however did not manage to hide the 5 shot revolver which poked its curious butt out from underneath.
 The barman’s drawl droned on, “Happy hour? He comes in here asking me when’s happy hour, can you believe that? So I says to him, I says, ‘Happy hour, eh? Well kid, there ain’t no smiles ‘round here. Now why don’t you get your fancy pants on that there horse of yours outside and ride clear of my sight before you makes me real mad!’”
 The barman chuckled and stopped for a second to pour himself a drink.
 â€œCan you believe that? Damn cheap good-for-nothing coming into my bar! Kid sure was damn near scared to death.”
 The barman was done and silence reigned once again, save for the sound of chips clashing and cards shuffling from the other end of the room.
 The man with the dark grey coat stopped drinking and looked up at the barman. The barman noticed and glanced back. The mood had shifted subtly and the barman could feel it. There was something not right about the fellow in the grey coat and the sooner he finished his drink and left the bar, the better.
 A gust of hot wind swept through the bar, as if attempting to carry the barman with it.
 The man in the grey coat spoke, slowly at first. He was calm and everyone could sense it. His serenity frightened the barman.
 â€œSo you’d be Hylton then?” The words escaped his mouth like flakes of paint falling off of a wall. His raspy, breathy tone sent chills down even the poker players’ spines. At last he had pierced the thin layer of rust that coated his one-sided conversation with the barman.
 The barman looked around nervously as if for help, but the poker players pretended not to notice.
 â€œAye,” He replied nervously after some time, “That’d be me.”
 The man in the grey cloak stared at the barman, his deep blue eyes piercing the poor man’s soul. His eyes were without mercy. They were the eyes of a killer.
 â€œAny last words, Mr. Hylton?”
 â€œWhat? You … no!” If the barman wasn’t afraid before, he was definitely afraid now. “I … I’ll break every bone in your goddamned pig body, you pig!”
 The barman hoped his threat had gone across as harsh and that he could gain some leverage by it, but the man in the grey coat was not irked so easily. All the barman had was hope.
 â€œYou fool,” were the next words from the man in the grey coat’s mouth, “You’ve never even broken a sweat before.”
 With that, the man in the grey coat lifted his revolver, shot the barman twice in the chest and left the bar. His work was done and he didn’t need to stick around to watch the poor fool die.
 Outside the bar the sun worked its way relentlessly down towards the man in the grey coat’s head. He placed his wide-brimmed hat back on his crown and re-saddled his horse. It was time for him to leave the crappy little town of Killing and move on. Move on to somewhere less dull â€" Some place with a just a tad more fruit for him to pick.
 The man smiled slightly as he set off, thinking about the frightened look on the barman’s face. It felt good to be in power, and to have power over the life of men.
 He felt like God.

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