2011年8月17日 Beta-Testes

This is all I can show you so far

Beta-testing is something that can be enjoyable, but also difficult sometimes. Most things that get beta-tested are games, but games aren't the only things to be tested, even though the latter usually sucks because it is not a game. In my case, I'm testing a turn-based, card/board-game. It's similar to Magic: the Gathering, Risk, and Chess. If you have no idea what those games are, quit reading this blog and go to Toys-R-Us right now to buy those games.

All I can say about it now is that it is fun to play, but really the most annoying part about beta testing, is when I'm not finding any problems. So far most of the problems with the new "cards" have been addressed. There are a few things I'm noticing, but it's hard to actually gauge them when I'm fighting an unknown human opponent. We'll see how things progress, but otherwise it is fun.

The worst part about the game is that I do not find the music promising at all. I would rather listen to Chaka Khan ALL day instead. Chaka Khannn. Chakaaa-Khaaaann

2011年6月13日 But I went back

At some point in my life, I was unable to continue the monotonous routine of simulated killing. I could not do it for more than 20 minutes at a time, and in "simulated combat time" it more or less represents 5 minutes.

Assisted "turn off brain"
surgery

I know why I went back. I do. I went back because I wanted to stop everything. I wanted to turn off my brain, as I knew at some point there might be something good enough to distract me from the nights. The nights ended up bleeding into my daily-life to the point where living during the day felt alien to me. The office, the lab, the work. Everything in closed rooms, closed doors, closed hearts and minds. Even my own. I closed those doors, but when the day begins I realize I neglected to lock those same doors I tried to close in vain.

Everything else was secure, everything else was supposed to be. Then I went back further. I had to go back to the time before anything was with us. The further I went back, the further I isolated the mind, the old stress, which seemed more pointless than the trek going back, also returned.

So, with the new I applied it on the old. I went back in, and instead of escaping from myself, I escaped from you, and everything associated with it. I turned on the music. While I waited in this place I listened to the quite rhythm and melodies, some were faster than others.