Hello! Big fan of blooming panic and I commend you for making such an amazing game!! I wanted to make a game with a similar discord server vibe but I'm really struggling to figure out Renpy even tho i've been at it for a while (mostly due to autism/mental blocks). Do you have any advice for people like me who don't know where to properly start?
I didnt start with blooming panic -- i made a couple other things in renpy before attempting it. I feel like jumping straight in without trying simpler projects is probably part of the difficulty. I'd recommend trying a shorter 5k word project first that maybe focuses on a single chat between two people, just to get that system down.
As for making the chat system, think of how the history screen works in renpy -- thats basically what the chat system is. Just a bunch of text feeding in one line at a time in a vbox. Oh, or, sort of like an edited NVL mode.
For an easier code reference point, take a peak at my code for "Thursday Laundry" (NVL mode example), which you can tweak to look like a phone/desktop chat with some adjustments.
Here's some links that helped me.
Autoscroll to bottom of chat
Making a renpy chatroom
You can always look at blooming panic's code as well, but it's sort of a mess and hard to read. I cleaned it up a bit for use in "i just wanted to talk about halo", however, so that could be a good resource too.
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Bo, Vincent, & Lester Sinclair now open for asks, along with Nick & Carly Jones!
J: Vana and I just binged a ton of new horror movies, and in light of that weâve sent out invitations for several new slashers and survivors to join our party! So letâs take a look at the films and welcome our new arrivals!
V: Man, this is gonna be a wild ride - we watched a handful of assorted movies that donât pertain much to one another, but all were equally fan-freakin-tastic. And Iâm more than excited to showcase our brand new friends <3 (I think a couple of them are more than excited as well-)
I have unfortunately succumbed once more to my terminal case of bad-man-loving, and Iâve gained more horror-crushes. Save my soul.
J: Bo is a bad man-
V: That is the point.
! Spoilers for House of Wax ahead !
J: So as you may have guessed, the movie weâre talking about first is House of Wax (2005). It follows a group of college students driving cross-country to attend an important football game. But they stop for the night in Ambrose, Louisiana⌠a decision that turns out to be fatal. Mwahahahahaha. Â
V: They end up meeting up with not one, not two, but three men - all with varying levels of dangerousness. Lester, Bo, and Vincent. It isnât until later do they realize theyâre all connected. One of my favorite twists, honestly - even though I knew beforehand, I still loved finding that out in the story as it progressed. And man is Bo a snack.
J: Yyyyeah⌠she has mechanic fever pre-tty bad.
As far as the movie goes, the director made a point of using practical effects wherever and whenever possible, which made for a very realistic, very grotesque viewing experience. It definitely made my skin crawl, and Vincent is terrifying.
However, the only protagonist I really liked was Nick. Carly and Wade were just as Bo described: completely disrespectful. They were rude to Lester, rude to Bo, and Wade disrespected Vinny by burning his childhood sculptures, breaking into his museum, sneaking around the Sinclair house, etc, etc... In that sense, it was hard to want the protags to succeed. I didnât feel for them. And the film didnât try to hide the fact that Paris Hilton was - in fact - Paris Hilton. Even the soundtrack refers to her character as âParisâ, so she ended up as more of an Easter Egg than her own character. Wasnât a fan of that. Even Jenniferâs Body took Megan Fox seriously, and I wasnât left thinking âtheyâre just using this as an excuse to get her half-naked figure on a big screenâ.
But Nick was strong, a good brother, and the slow reveal of his true character was really well done. Overall it was a solid movie with a lot of fandom potential (extra points there). Iâd give it⌠7/10.
V: I think thatâs fair. The effects, the set, the villains? All fantastic. But it fell apart with the protagonists - Carly was alright at some points, but otherwise? Ehh. I mean, I often sympathize with the killer anyway, but this felt like it was intentionally like that. Like, âhey, these good guys suck - like the villains instead; theyâve had it roughâ. Nick was fantastic though, I will give him that. I like a bad boy with a big heart!
J: So without further ado, we would like to welcome Bo, Lester, and Vincent Sinclair to the Slasher Party! Along with our two survivors, Nick and Carly Jones!
âThank yâkindly, ladies~ I think my brothersânâI âll fit right in these parts,â Bo smirks, his southern charm unparalleled, âAnd uh, Miss Savana, was it? Seems like itâs a special pleasure to make your acquaintance, maâam~â He gives the girl a sweet kiss on the hand, at which Jess rolls her eyes.Â
Lester tilts his hat off in a greeting, a shy grin plastered across his scruffy features. âWell, heh, hi there everybody. Sure is a pleasure tâbe here~âÂ
â...â The man in the wax mask is quiet. His hands move, and he begins to sign. âThank you for bringing me.â He says. âI look forward to making new friends.âÂ
With his sister on his arm, Nick gives a lazy shrug and a shake of his head. âAs long as youâre sure itâs safe here, I donât have any problem setting the record straight on exactly what happened.â
âY-yeah.â The girl stutters, the proximity of the other men clearly making her nervous. For good reason, of course. âAnd, and if they mess with us, weâll just beat them up all over again.â She swallows, her attempt at intimidation pretty lackluster. Vanaâs sure sheâll warm up soon.
J: And there you have it! Weâll update the guest list in a bit, but as of now, these five are open for asks!
"Hey there, darlin'. The ladies upstairs told me y're quite the fan~"
J: We might have peeked at your page ;) But don't worry. We didn't tell him everything.
"I gotta admit: it feels real nice t'be here. I reckon I've never felt so appreciated in my life... Not since I brought the family back tâgether, nâeven then."
He leans in, looking you over, lowering his voice and smirking,
"So... y'got anythin y'been wantin' t'ask me? Maybe somethin' y'vâwanted t'say? Heh...~ Any car trouble?
âIâm sure it isnât eâryday yâmeet yâr heroes~â He winks.
âHow might I help you--mm..." Bo pauses, narrowing his eyes as his signature smile grows. It's a glimpse of the sinister man that lies hidden beneath this charming exterior; the secret side of him he knows you're aware of.
Excuse me Bo, Vincent, Lester? May I please have a hug, if you don't mind?
Lester grins, immediately rushing over to grant your request. He may smell like dead animal carcasses, but he would never miss out on the chance for affection. âOf course yâcan!~â
âGod damn, what is with all the attention?â Bo scoffs, unaware of his fortune. Some of the other party guests mutter at his lack of gratitude.
Vincent rolls his eyes and pushes his twin toward you. âStop being a whiny baby and hug the lady, would you?â He signs aggressively, eyeing the other patrons. Though heâs gotta be honest - all this time in the spotlight is starting to get to him, and maybe not in a good way. Poor thingâs been in the basement too long.
âAs if Iâm opposed to puttinâ my arms around a beautiful girl, Vin,â Bo snickers, joining his younger brother. âAlrighâ. Hey there, miss.â He winks at you, then hugs you from the other side, slapping Lesterâs back harshly once he does.
The last one to lumber over is Vince, laying his arms over both brothers AND you. He looks almost like an umbrella with the way he casts a shadow down over you.
J:Â Aw, a pileâoâbrothers!~ Cute!
Bo already met me but Iâm hiding in anon to say I love him đđ
âLooks like youâve got a secret admirer,â Vincent signs, teasing his twin.
âIâm not sure itâs that much of a secret,â Bo arches his brow, naturally suspicious, âBut yâknow, it isnât much of a question. My brothers know pretty much all there is to know about me. I donât get a chance to talk about myself to fresh ears all too often.â
He gestures around, then puts his hand back in his pocket, âIâve learned a lot about mâself just talkinâ here. I like it. Letâs keep it goinâ.â With a half-smile, Bo leans against the partyâs snack table, âNo need tâbe shy, hidinâ yourself like that. But Iâm startinâ tâworry youâre gonna be askinâ me tâmarry you when yâdonât know much about me.
Youâre tellinâ me yâlove meâŚ
Are you sure yâknow what youâre getting yourself into?
Gettinâ involved... with a man like me?â
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H-hey Bo- how would you tell your crush you love them? I'm just uh- a s k i n g f o r a f r i e n d . Most definitely.
âYou askinâ for relationship advice? Shit,â Bo chuckles, âI may not be much of a romantic, but I sure as hell know how to make things work out in my favor.
"Alright," He claps, rubbing his hands together, "Vince, Lester, c'mere; time t'learn a thing'r two from your big brother. If y'can't land a sweetheart this way, I'd say you're just plain f*cked. So listen up."
The masked brother already doesn't like this. He crosses his arms expectantly, head tilted downward slightly.
"Learnin'? Learnin' what, Bo?" The youngest tilts his head, oblivious to whatever horrors may be lurking in Bo's 'tutoring'.
"Hey, now, quit lookinâ at me like that. One'a these day's you'll have'ta strike out on your own, Vince. Y'can't keep pickin' up my sloppy seconds. And Lester, you can't keep pickin up... well. Slop.
"So here's how it works," Bo flips over a nearby bucket and steps one foot up onto it, leaning his weight against his leg casually, "When it comes to me, itâs real simple: I see what I want and I make it mine. The best way t'get someone t'say 'yes' is to make sure 'no' isn't an option.
"Pop quiz. Gimme one example of how I might do that; both of ya."
Vincent puts a hand on his face. He points down, 'Your cellar.'
"Oh yea! I was gonna say duct tape." Lester nods in agreement.
"Right, right, but odds are they don't have MYÂ garage. So step one is findin' your own place. Then, clean yourself up. Be charmin'. Invite 'em over alone. Make sure all the doors'r locked and the exits are blocked. Maybe sit down for a nice meal, then pop the question. If your lady or fella's onboard, consider it a success. If they're not, well. Keep 'em there until they are. Maybe toss in a nice threat or two, and I've yet t'meet anybody that can't be motivated by pain~
Now, if they take an 'specially long time t'come around, you'll probably get bored in the long run anyhow, so finish 'em off an' dump em some place good. Any questions?"
The roadkill boy looks down, confused. "But ain't that kinda rude?"
'Everything he does is rude,' Vincent remarks. 'You know a relationship is a thing, right?'
"Sure, but what the Hell would I want with one'a those?" The mechanic scoffs, "Trust me on this one: When it comes t'meetin people, y'get whatcha need outta someone an' that's it, unless they're family. Why do you think I keep you two dumbasses around? Masochism? It's cause blood's the only thing y'can trust.
âI guess th'moral a'this story is that I don't have crushes t'tell, sweetheart.
I stopped tryin'a settle down a long, long time 'go. Sorry if it isn't much help.
But don' give me non'a that depressin' shit. It just isn't worth the trouble'a gettin' mixed up with someone y'd never be able t'trust. The best advice I have t'give is: go it alone as long as y'can.
âCheap thrills're better than heartache, I can promise y'that."
â...â His twin sighs, coming over and patting his shoulder. 'Shut up, Bo.'
"Aw, Bo! Y'sadder than Vince AND me put together!" Lester gets pouty, punching his other shoulder. "Maybe y'should listen t'Vinny about ladies."
"I said no depressinâ shit! And, the Hell does Vince know about women?! Why him?!"
"Cause he ain't sad and depressed!"
âWhy, you--â
'And I've spend more quality time with your "leftovers" than you.'
Bo shakes his head in disbelief, "If you're such a Romeo, how about you answer th'question, then."
Vincent straightens his back, 'Dinner. A FEW, dinners. Perhaps letters, even. I would know them before deciding if they were worth my while.' He nods. 'My time is precious, after all. They would have to respect my art if they want to live. No question.'
"Seems like y'put some thought into this," Bo arches a brow.
'If you stopped thinking with your downstairs primarily, you might've thought of it first,' Vince retorts. 'I've mused on the idea before. It's not weird.'
"I think 'bout it too!" Lester raises his hand.
Bo subtly strokes his finger with a sneer at his twin. "Alright, Lester, give us whatcha got."
"Okay, hear'me out." He puts both hands up, grinning. "Stargazin on th'bed o'my truck! Maybe a couple beers, light conversation, moooonlit night... an'then I'd ask her to be m'girlfriend!"
'...Simple enough. I like the stargazing idea.' Vincent taps his chin thoughtfully.
"... Heh," Bo can't help but smile, patting his younger brother's shoulder, "Whoever lands you will be one lucky son of a b*tch, you goddamn rayâa sunshine. Vince, toss this kid back in th'road before he outshines us."
The twin chuckles, throwing Lester over his shoulder. 'Here we go. Roadkill duty.'
"Awwwhh, it's okay! Y'all can steal m'idear!" He giggles, "I ain't gon'be mad~ s'long as y'ain't steal m'date!~"
âŚbeing caught doing something embarrassing by your muse = â (bo & woody)
Walking around with her sheep at her porch, Bo easily swayed to her own tune, humming along before her voice lifted out of her mouth in a sing-song style, making up her own words as she began to slowly graze her hand over one of her sheepâs head. âYou are such a good little baby, arenât you Gruff?â Her baby voice matched the light airy tone before she quickly felt the presence of the other, swiftly turning around to see Woody. âHowâŚlong have you been standing there?â