#project hero

I only saw Hero himself address some of the changes, while also posting images of the revamped Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles models.

I’m a little concerned that the models look stiff. Project Hero had some very good, springy animation, so I’m sure it’ll look better in motion, but the models and their poses reminds me of, like, old old SRB2 in a bad way.

I also groaned a little bit at seeing Knuckles with his Sonic OVA hat. I feel like there are a few very specific fandom “tells” that used to be fun, weird, obscure things. Like saying “Oh, they should bring back Nack the Weasel Fang the Sniper.”

After a certain point, you see so many fan projects and things like that where they reference this obscure thing that its own obscurity fades away and it starts to feel a bit played out. Like it becomes almost this “built-in” fandom thing where the secret handshake has been turned in to a commodity and it stops feeling like a special fandom thing and instead just feels, I dunno, like “free brownie points”?

Like when a brand account uses internet slang to show how “cool” and “connected” they are, except here, it’s a fan doing something because it’s an easy way to boost their image.

The hat is played out, in other words. At least it is for me. I went through that phase 20 years ago. It doesn’t even necessarily compliment Knuckles’ design.

The main thing that really bums me out is the announcement that he’s starting over. That is the curse of all fan games (and indie games, to an extent). I’m speaking as somebody who spent LITERALLY A DECADE rewriting the same fan game over, and over, and over again.

How many years did it take Project Hero to release that first test level? Two? Three? Your coding is always improving. You are always constantly getting better at making games. If you say “Well since I’m so good now, if I start over, everything I do will be EVEN BETTER!” then you’re wasting valuable time you could be using to RELEASE AN ACTUAL GAME FOR PEOPLE TO PLAY.

Time is finite. Effort is finite. You may not think so when you’re younger, but you do not have infinite resources to screw around with. You will get bored. You will get burnt out. And you will leave unfinished projects to rot on the side of the road because they stopped being fun and started feeling like work. But work is how games get made!

It’s way too easy to be in love with the honeymoon period of breathing life in to an engine. To see a character animate for the first time, to write the player physics, etc. You can chase that vibe forever and have NOTHING to show for it. I know that as good or better than anyone.

Real game development is about working around your old code and releasing a finished project, not getting trapped in the loop of “starting over so it’ll be better next time.”

There can’t be a next time without a first time, my dude. You are making the sequel before you’re even done making anything to be a sequel to.

Tonight! Going live with my #bestie Jackie @knowonesdesigns to do some #FFXV #makeup tests for #Prompto and #Noctis

Check us out at around 6:30 pm on Facebook! Or catch it on replay!

guess who’s doing camp nanowrimo? spoilers, it’s me.

Project: Project Hero Current Word Count: 37k Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Tagline: A spliced kitchen worker gets pulled into keeping the prince alive. Themes: coming of age, pining idiots, lgbt+ cast, internal conflict, family - blessing or curse, love and sacrifice, social mobility. Main Characters: Keona Warden, Bastian Warden, Ace Firefly, Cairo Wildfire, Wyatt “Wick” Barrington, Cordelia “Quin” Barrington, and Xavion “Zay” Staffordshire.

I’ve been working on project hero for... a few weeks now, and at the point of writing this I am at around 37k. I’m hoping to hit at least 40k by the end of the month, meaning that I will be at 90k at the end of April, and hopefully near the end of the novel! More information about Project Hero below the cut!

taglist:  @kentwrites @jostenwrites @icarianneil @eastwrites @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @super-writer-gal @ashen-crest @starfast @thewolfofthestars @strangerays

(id: a horizontal collage of three photos. The first on the left is of a wall with a shelf. On the shelf hangs bundled herbs and plants. Beneath the shelf is a coat rack with various articles of clothing. The image in the middle is a picture of a girl that looks like she is walking through flames or embers. She is little more than a silhouette, only lit up by the fire beneath her feet. The last image on the right is of a shelf. On the shelf is a variety of glassware, bottles that are sealed and empty, and a mortar and pestle. end id)

Images come from unsplash and can be found in my project hero collection.

Just like last time, I am fully expecting this to not get a lot of notes, and that’s okay! But, if you’re willing to play a little game with me I would really really really appreciate it. Just like last time I’m going to call this exposure writing aka the “I need motivation” game. If you want to steal this, please do! And let me know, because I WILL interact with your posts.

We’re going to up the ante just a little bit...

For every like this post gets, i will write five sentences.

For every reblog this post gets, i will write ten sentences.

For every twenty sentences that I write, I will share them and tag who made it possible.

I will be working on my wip: project hero. It is the story of a young woman who works in the castles of the Barrington Queendom. Being spliced (and thus, at least ten percent animal), she does not have the ability to do magic. So when Prince Wyatt sees Keona using a healing potion to bring her father back from the edge of death, he is rightfully intrigued. His interest in her ends up with a lie that will carry Keona right into the heart of the castle- and to the heat of all the action that is happening there. Can she help keep Prince Wyatt alive long enough to see his sister wed, or are things destined to fall apart before the future queen can say I do?

twenty sentences, made possible by @monkbeauregard, @magnoliaash, @lady-of-himring, and @mostly-vo1d. writing while babysitting is slow going, but it’s going!

Now she is every bit more beautiful than she was before, the rich blue fur creeping up her arms a sign of their intense love and trust for one another. Still, it took a long time to get used to.

“She needs to understand the severity of the situation, mother,” Bastian argues without quite arguing. The venom vanishes from his tongue the moment that he is speaking to her, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. She already deals with enough as it is. “I’m just trying to make her understand. A fauna with Moon Mage abilities? It’s impossible. She’s just asking to be experimented on at this point. And she brings danger to the rest of us as well!”

“What’s done is done, dear heart,” she says, moving from the doorway to sit at the table across from me. With just a wave of her hand she inspires Bastian to sit down as well. With the change of stance comes a near instantaneous change of attitude; the anger that sets his shoulders like a brick wall drains from him just like that, and he slouches into the chair as if suddenly exhausted. After the day we’ve had… well. I’m pretty exhausted too. The sun has just barely set but I could go to bed with little trouble. With someone who self-identifies as an insomniac, that is really saying something. “Now all we can do is deal with the fallout. We’ll figure it out, kids. I don’t want either of you to worry.”

twenty sentences, made possible by @thethistlegirl and @super-writer-gal!  thanks for the words guys, you’re making a sometimes difficult task a lot easier!

“You literally, truly, honestly, could not think of anything else to say?” Bastian says, just north of a growl. My brother is a man of few words on a regular basis, so it always delves into scary territory when he starts to go off about something. It is scary because he has a lot to say that he bottles up so consistently. It is scary because I don’t hear his voice as much usually as I do when he is angry. And it is scary because it is a surefire sign that he is, in fact, angry. “You didn’t think that you could, I dunno, say that you found it somewhere? By the gods, say that you stole it! Say that you’re a vicious thief that is trying to tear apart the queendom from the bottom up by making sure that the royal family doesn’t have any supplies. Say that you plan on wiping out everything that the Moon Mage has! That would have earned you less attention than this!”

“Bastian,” our mother says. We both turn to look at her. She is standing in the doorway of our household kitchen, a small smile on her face. Most people think that their mother is beautiful, I’m sure, but I have always felt that our mother is on another level. She was pretty when we were kids, all soft angles and warm arms. Her singing voice was perfect for lullabies and nursery rhymes. Her hair was long and soft- she would let me brush it for ages. I learned how to braid standing behind her chair, clumsy fingers growing slowly more deft. When I was ten years old, she bound herself to a Lipal called Reed. Being similar to a bunny with the agility of a cat, Lipal’s are rich in color, and that color was granted to my mother with their bond.