Yeah sooo… I broke the “most polished” Sonic fan game again. This time? Shadow forgot how gravity works. Like completely. He started moon-jumping like he’s in zero-G on the ARK.

👀 What happened? I skipped the booster and camera trigger using a clean little movement trick. Normally, this section launches you straight into a tube—no freedom, no turning back. BUT... I slipped past it.

Shadow entered the tube manually by triggering only the edge of the hitbox. The game got SO confused, it gave me the boost physics… but without locking control. Now he just auto-runs forward… forever. And jumps like he’s on the moon.

Shadow’s just drifting through life now. The game said “tube,” he said “nah, I’m orbiting Saturn.”

🌀 Shoutout to the glitch hunters who helped me mess with shadow check the video out (music included try guess what tihemes it)

Hey followers, thanks for putting up with my not being around so much. I truly have missed being on here and following SPN with you. This is what I’ve been working for the last several months of that time. Out of Bounds is a film I wrote and am directing. It’s been quite a time putting this together.

The film is about two siblings conflicted over what to do with their late parent’s old house. It’s a drama with some horror elements.

We are scheduled to film in February and I’ve been working on it since April. So far so good. Share around/follow if you like, support if you can.

It feels slightly weird telling people about it since it removes some of the anonymity I had that makes me more comfortable and because it feels strange to talk about it, but I’d probably have to someday anyway, so here’s who I am and my weird hair and my office. 

The little fish that visits the video near the end is Fathom.

I love you all.

Page Link:

https://www.seedandspark.com/fund/outofboundsfilm#media

Maybe going out today hadn’t been the best idea. Rye did this often, but today he felt more on edge, and he couldn’t quite place why. As many times as he turned to look over his shoulder, no one was there, but he still got the feeling as though something was just, off. He tried to shake off the feeling, pulling the ragged hood further over his head, making sure any bit of his clothing underneath that would reveal him as a knight was covered.

He’d waited until he was just on the city limits, leaving Hemlock City, to duck behind a building and pull the cloak and hood from his pack to drape over himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t allowed to leave the capitol, he often did, without the disguise. And the disguise didn’t do much to keep him from being known to the people. It was more on the off chance that another knight or someone from the Court would see him, giving bread to the same people whose requests his brother had denied only days before. That, and the fact that knights tended to draw a considerable amount of attention in the Shambles. They didn’t frequent the area, and Rye’s personal belief was because they may be forced to see the consequences of everything the war and Oberon had caused. That simply wasn’t something that the knights or noblemen were willing to do.

Those living in the Shambles knew him despite the rags he donned, just from how often he was there. He had only been pickpockets once while there, the offender then having been reprimanded harshly by others in town that Rye had given money and food to. Since then the people mostly didn’t bother him, except to make occasional requests. Many he wasn’t able to fulfill, but he offered what he could. The people here had taken the worst of the consequences for what his brother had done, many still with scars from war injuries improperly cared for, or even from torture at Oberon’s direction. Many people had one or both hands removed, Oberon’s preference for the crude manner of punishing thieves having hit the poorest community the hardest.

Rye made his way around, through a couple of the vendors set up on the sides of the main street, where he paid several silver pieces for loaves of bread costing one or two coppers at most. When he’d first started coming through, few recognized his face, not having much connection with King Oberon’s nobility. They had pressed the money back into his hands those first few trips, in shock and some even looking worried for him as he tried to pay them a month’s worth of earnings for a single loaf of bread. Now they were accustomed to him coming, and he watched relieved and grateful smiles stretch across their faces as they took the coins.

Even as he walked, something still felt off, and he searched the faces of the vendor’s for anything uncertain or unusual, but they were as kind and careful as ever. Perhaps it was just being there. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d returned, and the last time, a drunken fae at the pub had yelled at him profusely about his brother’s actions. Even so, something still just felt a bit off. Not quite dangerous, but then, Rye’s fear response was likely at an unhealthily low level. A side effect of being King Oberon’s brother, certainly. Even so, Rye skipped his usual trip to the pub this time, just handing off the loaves of bread to young saplings that he passed or that ran up to him, and headed back towards the capital.