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@Kusy: > You should remember that having a big bang at the very start of whatever you are writing is not always a good idea. You know, you're not Alfred Hitchcock "to begin with an earthquake and work up to a climax" . > > If you throw a hard punch at the beginning it's sometimes hard to keep up. In this situation I think it works more against you than for your advantage . We don't really know what's going on, we don't really know the character, we just see him kill a girl. While this is something that might draw some people, it could be used way better by actually making anyone care for whatever the character is feeling, for the girl herself. > > And with the descriptions - yes, that's what I meant. I'm not saying you should write ten pages about how the door looked like Tolkien would, but some level of description would do good. And that's also connected to pace - you're not making a movie, the fact that something happens incredibly fast or in a very short time interval doesn't mean you have to write about everything in one sentence. I totally agree, perhaps getting familiar with Jason and his attitude and what he's a part of first (Resistance) and then leading up to this would work much better. I'll go into detail about the environment he's in and the other people he's around. @Robin: > As Kusy said, a slow start would be much more appropriate. I agree as well, I jump into stuff to fast, without really giving the reader an atmosphere of where the character is or what's happening.

Thank you, Murdoc. Yeah, I'm definitely just a basic writer, I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst.

..? That has nothing to do with what you proposed. @Robin: > Just change the code order? @Erwin: > Thats what I'm saying.. @Whack: > That wouldnt help because it would stun them in an instant and it would seem the same moment. @Her0â„¢: > The problem must be order, it wouldn't make much sense if it happened at the same time, because in the end, the player would still be pushed back. If what was happening was what you said, you'd basically be saying the client is working backwards.

I don't get it, are you offering your services as a host, or do you want people to join you? This, > Free host for eclipse directly contradicts this: > Hope you will join Looking for developers, Mappers and W/e you can do. > I just want to host. If you are offering your services as a host, I suggest taking the [SpeedTest](http://www.speedtest.net) and posting your results.

The problem must be order, it wouldn't make much sense if it happened at the same time, because in the end, the player would still be pushed back. If what was happening was what you said, you'd basically be saying the client is working backwards.

@Saismic: > Really nice story :) Thank you. @Byson: > Thats a good story…..there are areas that if you reread it, you may find make little sense in regards to the context you have based it, for example, 3rd and 4th line of the 1st paragraph.... "On the inside, I cowered looking at myself in the eyes"... > > I am assuming he is in a court of law to some degree, or at least this is the impression I get. Looking himself in the eyes would be a difficult eventuality. May I suggest rephrasing? Otyherwise, if he is looking at a mirror, I would suggest that that part of the scene be set before continuing on with the first person narrative. > > Still, it was a riveting story....good imagination....just proof read it, you may find some sentences make less sense than what you originally intended is all. :) I definitely agree. I originally had this written on paper, so some of the stuff I changed. As for the eyes part, he murdered a little girl, and at that point the story is in the present. He's basically saying to himself that he's so disgusted in himself that he killed such a small girl to save his own life, he can't even face himself, he can't take the pain that if he were to stare into his own eyes (in a mirror perhaps) he wouldn't be able to. @Kusy: > You just have problems working with words (in English at least). > > Apart from some sentences being really bad, you shift between present and past, sometimes using one time in one sentence just to suddenly change it in another. > > As for now, you have shown two pages… two pages are not half of a chapter if we have the same definition of chapters. Surroundings description is nearly nonexistent - making the action's flow too fast for the reader to catch up... 4 guys get into a house, shoot 4 people, one is a small girl (I understand it was meant to be the shocker here), the this one guy who in some parts seem to regret it, but then he doesn't shoots one more guy. No real context to judge, nothing that would catch my interest too much. > > Practice bro. Dialogue is definitely one of my biggest issues in writing, if that's what you meant by "You just have problems working with words (in English at least)." I do agree that some sentences aren't the best (sometimes I try and make the sentence start or end to fast or just make it sound awful by trying to add brilliance) and some do run on as well, which also contribute to them just being..bad. As I re-read what I have so far (also agree, not really a first chapter, it looked bigger on paper, and I sort of began to have what I wanted to introduce to reader's, a small background about the setting, time, place, what it's like, and who the main character is and who he's going to be around for most of the writing/"book".) I do notice how I pop in and out of past and present, and in some way, I meant to do that, but with better flow. I try in the beginning to start out in present, then work my way to past, then to present again, and eventually I end up in the past at the end, but it seems it's hard to tell which is which for a reader, even I had a tough time while re-reading. @Kusy: > Surroundings description is nearly nonexistent What do you mean by this? Do you mean the environment that Jason (Main character) is in? Such as the yard, what they are doing, etc? If that's what you mean, I totally agree. In a modern society, 4 people trespassing a house, killing everyone inside it, casually leaving, happening so fast, with no consequences is definitely weird, and extremely hard to write. I also agree with you that more time needs to pass before something else happens, because it all happens REALLY fast. His personality also seems to change, and I think you picked up on that, first he didn't want to kill the small girl, and then ends up killing a government official, and I did that on purpose, later within the book, he has a total change of heart, and killing the innocent becomes his 2nd nature. I think what I need at this point is to fix up some errors that I currently have, give it better structure and flow, then continue to write more, that catches the readers attention and would catch your interest. I thank you guys for your help, especially Byson and Kusy, because I really do need the help and practice. I love to write, and it's a daily thing for me, and I hope you guys stick around as I write more, because I will **DEFINITELY** be needing assistance. Also, the thing about writing, this is more towards what Kusy said, some writing appeals more to others. Perhaps this piece didn't really effect you because of whatever reason, but the murder of a small child might catch the interest or heart of somebody else, but that being said, it definitely has room for improvement so I can offer a writing that catches the interest or touches the heart of **EVERYBODY.**

That's beautiful, wow. What nice quality, what camcorder is it? And how much did you get it for?

Just play craigslist and ebay smart, sell those games you have, and you could make some cash. Probably not £800, but it'll make a small knockdown.

It's funny that you mention Vindictus, I just downloaded that game yesterday and started playing, and I definitely see the similarities. Looks like a good game.

Been writing this "book" I call the The Resistance, merely an idea at this point. Tell me what you think of it so far, it's only about half the first chapter. >! Is it worth it? I played with the words over and over within my head, again and again. No penalty, no grief, no punishment; Not for myself, anyway. Just a small reward for my fake "bravery". On the outside, my smile was mischievous, on the inside, I cowered looking myself in the eyes. The small girl had long, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a small blue dress with white floral that brushed against the floor. It sickened me when my colleagues laughed and young girl sat dead in her small, little room. It was worth it, I thought. >! It was March, 3012, when I was "convicted" of murdering 7 year old, Marie May. I merely laughed in and at the government's efforts to take me to prison. They were only a small speck on the canvas of reality compared to what I was part of, the Resistance. By the year of 3000, the Earth's population reached over 300 billion people. Doctors of all different races and ethnic backgrounds discovered the impossible, cure the incurable. Cancer was merely a vaccine, AID's, a patch you wore for 7 days and it was completely flushed from your system, diseases were a joke. The Resistance wasn't. >! The Resistance was a massive cult of dedicated murderers, cold-blooded, cold-hearted murderers. Among them was me. The Earth become immensely populated, quickly, and the Resistance rose up in power to slaughter the unneeded, Everyone but themselves, everyone but us. Slowly, but surely, the Resistance grew and grew, it eventually evolved from a small town gang to a global cause. >! I once had a dream to become a lawyer as a small kid. I never had the smarts needed to get anywhere near law school. I always had the clever sense of trickery that most lawyers developed later within their careers. My ability to bend the truth and use any loops to my advantage was a strength I loved to use and always had. The Resistance's plan for me ruined any dream and further persistences I've ever had and ever will have. >! March 11th, 3012, the night was as black as the hair on my head, which was slicked back and glistened with wet gel. Two small silver chains clinked against each other as I walked, a solid diamond stud sat in my left ear. I was 5'9 with a thick body and defined face. Thick, furry. eyebrows perched above my blue eyes. A plaid shirt and matching shorts covered my toned torso and heavy, thick, thighs and legs. Each step closer towards the small white house seemed to make a louder echo each step, until, eventually, the house sat in front of my face, the lawn was wet with morning dew, and a small pink and flowery toddler's tricycle sat overturned and forgotten within it. My colleague smashed the front porches window glass, and we all swarmed inside, all four of us. Sleeping on the black leather couch, with a beer in hand, probably about 40 or so, sat thoughtfully in a dreaming sleep. Richy, the man who had smashed the window glass, and took the initiative first to scramble inside, retrieved a long nosed revolver and held it to the mans temple, click, bang. And that was that. >! Rummaging began upstairs, Henry, another colleague, dashed up the stairs, Ryan, Richie's brother, took Richy by the shoulder and followed Henry quickly up the stairs. After reality finally settled in, I followed. I reached the top of the stiars, and a sharp click, boom, and a loud thud, like someone hit the floor filled my ears. Click, boom, click, boom. I entered the room, blood splattered the floor and walls, it looked like the mother, 40 or so, like the man now dead downstairs, layed dead hanging off the edge of he bed. A son of about 16 or 17 layed annihilated on the floor in the hall, his skull in view, and a portion is his head painted the wall. There was only one room left, that of miss Marie May. >! "Ahh, here we go." Ryan chuckled and dragged a small girl of about 7 with long blonde hair and a childish blue dress from her save haven. Henry snorted and chuckled as well, and hands me the revolver that took the life of a probably innocent father. "It's your turn, Jason." The group enclosed the small girl within a circle. "Whats your name, little girl?". I asked, buying time to possibly save the life of a helpless child. She trembled in fear as she spoke and stuttered often, finally, she came out with. "Marie May". Henry stared at me, irritated that the girl wasn't dead already. He gave the air a small nudge with his head. "Go on, hurry the hell up, initiation, right here boys. It's your life or her's, Jason." >! I turned the revolved around in my hands, and pointed the revolver at her head, she began to spill tears and scream. Ryan kicked her in an effort to shut her up. "FUCKING KILL HER ALREADY!" Henry screamed. Marie continued to howl and ball her eyes out. I click the revolvers stock and suddenly, her crying stopped, but so did her life. >! "Now that wasn't so damn hard, was it, wusbag?" Henry whispered harshly. "More where that came from!" Richy yelled, and laughed. The only words that came from his mouth all night. Perhaps this was a bad idea. >! I woke up the next morning to an echoing gunshot, followed by excruciating screams of horrid pain. And in seconds, my alarm clock whales, telling me it's time to wake up, and suddenly, everything happened so fast and a knock at the door reminded me I was still in reality. Sluggishly, I dropped out of bed and quickly grabbed a shirt and sweatpants that all over the mess of a floor. >! At the door sat a man of about 6'4 with dark blonde hair that covered his head and brushed his shoulders in a massive frill of curls. "Jason Murphy?" He asked with authority. I could tell he was pretty pissed off and I wasn't nearly awake enough to deal with him. "Whats it to you?" I shot back. "Who want's to know?" The man shot me dagger eyes of anger and irritation as he tried to negotiate with me. "The United States Government." he started, coughed, and continued, "Excuse me, The US government, that's who". It was then that I realized what was happening; Marie May. >! "For what?" I started, as if I didn't already know. The man opened the door wider, and walked in, made himself at home, and looked around. "What stupid law did I break this time? What stupid place do you think your going to take me to?" The man laughed at the though of me over throwing him. He could obviously take me, and he knew it. >! "Look, kid. Come with me, and we'll see." He reached across my body and grabbed my left arm. "I'm not here to play around. Let's go". I flashed over at the silver revolver that took the life of so many last night. Immediately, the man darted over to it, in an attempt to potentially save his life. My right hand flew across his face into his nose, and it splattered blood on the rug in forget-me-not stains. I dived to the revolver and held it to the man's temple. "I'm not playing around, either." I started, and then finished, "what are you here for?" I questioned, again, and, again. The man just kept sniffling and blowing blood from his nose. Finally, he rose, and spoke softly and quickly, "I work for the government, my name's Jim, Jim Brodwen. They have you and many others on street tape. Shortly after reviewing the tape, we saw that you and 3 others murdered Kristen May and her family, her husband, son, and daughter. I came to take you to a facility until we could properly prepare something more worthwhile". The man fully stood up now, and gave his nose a final blow. "It seems that there is a change of plans, so before that guns ends my life as well, I'm going to leave you be, for now". Jim briskly walked to the door, leaving no room for another death. >! "Oh," he started "The Resitance, we know. We know what your a part of and who you are, what your for. It's a joke." This took me by surprise. He asked for it, and his blood painted my front door. That was one less government official I had to deal with, and one less bullet I'd have to shoot.

What does being gay and having someone bomb your house have anything in common?..Why would he bomb your house if your mom was gay?

Alright, that's the only flaw I really saw, then. Other than that I think it looks magnificent.

@flamespeedy: > can we have a download link to test it , i just really want to test and report any bugs i find , i don't want to play! Your probably going to have to wait like the rest. Your best bet is to register on the forums, become active and take part in adoring updates and you may find yourself in an alpha spot, that's what I'm hoping for, for multiple game's.

You make a resource, set it to tree, then put the resource on the map. Make a hatchet item, set it to hatchet, and then go over to the tree and hit ctrl, and the axe will hit the tree. Make sure the tree health isnt set to high and the axe damage is moderate, if you want it to be cut down in one hit, make the tree health like 1 and the axe damage 1 or something.

@Kusy: >  > > Voices made me do this. LOL

@Her0â„¢: > I'm not sure if this is in the right section, so if it isn't move it.

No..this is HTML/CSS.

I might get it soon, is it any good? Worth buying?

You go into the map editor, put the shop tile down and walk over it, and it pops up. You edit the shop through the shops editor, and it needs to have an item in it, I believe. You might also need to set an NPC to shopkeeper and talk to him, I'm not to familiar with CS:DE.

Sorry for the double post but I still need some help :(

I believe they are buttons within your GUI folder's. But you may have to change them through the source code.

LOL. I think he meant game.

Ahhh, my bad heheh. That makes sense, nevermind, and that's pretty cool.

Lol, and Wabbit makes his name pink

In that case, do them manually. I don't know why people don't like doing that :P. I love to, because I can't pixel but it still gives me satisfaction that my graphics are not RMXP lol.