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if you mean the roadblock to the isalnd how do I get past it?

Ah pixel art! got to love it!

well no, but has a sci-fi author been in space, kissed the temperatureless  vacuum and walked under an alien sun? Some of these authors have created ideas  and emotions that are quite alien to the HUMAN existence, does that mean they feel those feelings? this is a scifi piece ( a sci-fi poem a rather rare duck I think) and even if I had lived as a gigolo( which thank all the gods of hearth and home, I haven't) it wouldn't prepare me to write about this poem. what does is my feelings of loneliness and lack of person hood, and thats how I relate to this character. maybe I should write a play with this in it, because it need that surrounding structure to be clear what it means. I should rewrite the start ( "by death and darkness" IS corny as all hell) as far as witting what you know i disagree,except for emotions, and sometimes not even then. and Tuomas? if you want to write a piece for this, that would be great, I am sure we would all love to hear it.
any other c+C's for lil ol me? I would love to know how to improve.

hello all, I wrote this poem-slash monologue in a fit of inspirattion last night, basicly its a question of what a holographic gigilo would feel li, enjoy ( I hope) and PLEASE tell me what you all think

By dust and ashes,
By death and darkness,
I do not live,
My life is but a fiction,
Written,
But never lived,
These hands never felt,
These lungs never breathed
This heart never beat
I am but a shade,
Nay, less then
For did not the murky spirits of the past?
Once live and breathe as mortal men?
I am but a fixation,
A cunning delusion,
Some might say I love,
But that truth is false,
For any who enter my parlor,
Be they men woman
Tall short
Thin as sticks,
Obese as toad
Frailer then newborn babe
Muscle bound as meat upon the block
Dark as night
Pale as moonlight
All.
I have loved all, and have not loved any.
To all comers I am theirs alone
I could not be unfaithful if I wished it for a thousand suns deaths
Until my next visitor
I be what they wish, whatever that may be.
Be it spurning lover or regretted lover spurned
What ever their dreams conjure upon the light
I weave my form and mind to that heated fantasy
Have I true mind at all?
Or just some assemblage of random sparks and currents,
Flowing from nothing to nothing
The figment of a thousand imaginations

On this note, I got a  question, does anyone know what or where that sfx were basicly the sound of a tape suddenly stopping. its my fave double take sound, and it cracks me up.

Have you revisited people?

Yes, as far as I can tell, no new replys, and yes I talked to the coot. and the drunk guy, but how do I get in the vault, I "nelly" got no money

Ah but does love really promote truth, and truth love for that matter? Love blinds and binds, it allows us ( for a time) to ignore the imperfections of the one we love.  Truth, truth is harsh, truth is "Knurd" ( look it up) the truth is that the universe is only pretty because, it sometimes resembles the things that helped us survive and or reproduce, or maxes out sensory input. We things that we call alive are apparently nothing more then ordinary molecules and atoms arranged in a highly organized way. We are dust on a rock circling a perfectly ordinary star, in a ordinary galaxy in a as far as we know ordinary universe, we are nothing special, that is the TRUTH. Back to love, people have lied, died and killed for love, love is no farce, it is something worse, it is blinding miasma that fills our soul ( what ever that is) and makes us do foolish things.
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But for all that I love love and I love truth, I love looking up at the stars, I love marveling at life down here, I may be lint in the buttcrack of creation, but I am alive, I think I speak, I BREATH!
All the stars and nebula and all the small-making beauty out there may make me feel insignificant, but I got one up on them, I live, they don't. And though I  come from dust and  end up as dust, my ashes scattered on the winds of time, for this brief segment in the whole span of the universe, I am alive!

I have the rock, the ink the pen, the map  the shovel and the book. I have talked to every thing and everyone, I have peeaked inside the super tasteless castle of the baron. HELp!

I am not sure if this has been said already, but fatman was BRIEFLY for sale, and the shivah and I think another game by the same guy is for sale. just my input

how about a pic of you to compare? just an idea

I'll "pimp" abandonia too, they have a well put together, and well run, abandonware site. They also do well done reviews and all in all it feels quite pro. plus the disscussions are well moderated. as well  some nice litttle "extras" are often available. long live abandonia!

Thanks for all the gelp, any or hints and tips and or paint
overs and doovers are of course welcome

When I was 9 I made a battle ship type game on a old amberscreened dedicated word processer's spredsheet program, basicly I inputed differant things into differant cells, then hid the cells. Then I saved it and the other player had to find the things I called it B-86 Gunner I even drew a "cover" for it. Does that count?

http://www.wikiupload.com/download_page.php?id=147070
I tried to draw a cartoony backround, but I feel I have failed, I can't get it right. It is supposed to be cartoony and spooky-cliche but I can't think of any thing
HELp AGS'ers, your my only hope!
P.S. Don't mention layers, I only got ol ms Pain-in-the-butt

No harm, no foul

I was typing to DrewCCU

I remember reading that you can legaly downlaod emulaters, if you own the game for real. I think the same MIGHT apply to computer games

Grim fendango was completely great, "Sorry for the wait Mr. [blank], I am ready to take you now" "TTake me, take me where?" "Now, Now, there's no need to be nervous" and so on I also think that of all the games I have played from Lucas, It most definitely has the best ENDING as well. BUt I am also partial to the start of "Day of the Tentacles" two-part intro, great stuff that

I made these sprites for Yodaman AKA steel drummer for a project. It didn't seem to go anywhere, so here they are. ALl I ask is that you some mention of me credits, in the "thanks to" section i. thanks

Ah nature verses nurture, one of the ultimate questions. I like to think genetics mostly describes potential, and experiance is just, experiance. Like if your teacher squashes your work, or takes the time to help you grow, that kind of thing.