Analysis - Crimson Pierces the Twilight
People should take the time to appreciate the cultural subtleties of what seems like an incredibly straightforward Video game MV.
Check this out, then read on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwrQzU1f99c
Showing posts with label Character. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Character. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Life - Culture and Games
Life - Culture and Games
I've been thinking and writing a lot of late about the intersection of culture and games. It has been a lasting series of thoughts upon which I have many ideas.
I've been working on Wire Run, my latest universe on and off for years. This is our second foray into it for the RPG table. This 'campaign', I have been working on for about 6 months. During my time creating it the first time, I spent a lot of time building my own lore. Basically taking what was existing, and doing my best to both remove problematic parts of what I perceive as being at odds with a modern Sci-Fi, and also laying foundation work for a sandbox world to play in.
That first campaign was set in Vancouver, about 60 years into the future. It was easy. From a design perspective, it was a simple crutch. The players were familiar with the locations, if not the history. They understood the geography, the places, the people. They know what it means to live in a slum section on the lower East Side. They know what the travel time is between Downtown and North Van. They have a cultural appreciation for what it means to live in Surrey, vs Kits.
It was so easy.
I've been thinking and writing a lot of late about the intersection of culture and games. It has been a lasting series of thoughts upon which I have many ideas.
I've been working on Wire Run, my latest universe on and off for years. This is our second foray into it for the RPG table. This 'campaign', I have been working on for about 6 months. During my time creating it the first time, I spent a lot of time building my own lore. Basically taking what was existing, and doing my best to both remove problematic parts of what I perceive as being at odds with a modern Sci-Fi, and also laying foundation work for a sandbox world to play in.
That first campaign was set in Vancouver, about 60 years into the future. It was easy. From a design perspective, it was a simple crutch. The players were familiar with the locations, if not the history. They understood the geography, the places, the people. They know what it means to live in a slum section on the lower East Side. They know what the travel time is between Downtown and North Van. They have a cultural appreciation for what it means to live in Surrey, vs Kits.
It was so easy.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
West Marches - Morning at the Manor
West Marches - Morning at the Manor
The day dawned bright with a clear blue sky indicative of the water the Whiskey Riders were so near. Silea eyed the piece of bacon she had plucked from her breakfast plate. Perhaps it was not big enough, she thought, though the time to rectify such a potential social error was decidedly past. Shaking her head Silea went over the possible options for the beginning of dialogue before, mindful of how soft her steps could potentially be, she proceeded through the front door of Gilham Manor. Sedricks was lounging on the main steps of the Manor, viola on his shoulder as he plucked idly; jotting notes down in a ragged book of tangled vellum. Silea’s eyes darted to the area nearby to find Lute: artfully stalking a butterfly.
Silea approached cautiously, holding out the bacon and taking care not to be too quiet or accidentally startle either man or kitten.
"Are you writing a song?"
The day dawned bright with a clear blue sky indicative of the water the Whiskey Riders were so near. Silea eyed the piece of bacon she had plucked from her breakfast plate. Perhaps it was not big enough, she thought, though the time to rectify such a potential social error was decidedly past. Shaking her head Silea went over the possible options for the beginning of dialogue before, mindful of how soft her steps could potentially be, she proceeded through the front door of Gilham Manor. Sedricks was lounging on the main steps of the Manor, viola on his shoulder as he plucked idly; jotting notes down in a ragged book of tangled vellum. Silea’s eyes darted to the area nearby to find Lute: artfully stalking a butterfly.
Silea approached cautiously, holding out the bacon and taking care not to be too quiet or accidentally startle either man or kitten.
"Are you writing a song?"
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
West Marches - Winter and Wood
West Marches - Winter and Wood
Azais sits on a slightly damp fallen tree just outside the camp, close enough to see the hut but far enough away for privacy. Focusing on nothing in particular, she continues to play with a small collection of continuously crystallising and melting snow flakes in a spot on the ground between her Ashwire boots. Ha…her boots, "What an annoying predicament these beauties have gotten me into hey grandma…"she laughs to herself. The thought was merely fleeting though, as she continues to make the ice and snow dance, for the majority of her attention was still upon the small wooden shard in her left hand. It slightly tingles her fingertips as she passes it back and forth between them. Perhaps it's because she is more attune to the sensation than last night, or perhaps it's because she is closer to tree line…she quickly glances up as she though she saw something move - just a rat in the roots of a far off tree... but the feeling is much stronger than last night
Azais: "There is more to this shard than an ordinary tree…" she thinks to herself "…nothing in the Fellwoods is as innocent as it seems."
As she raises her head the ring of crudely etched runes to her left from the LeShock ritual catches her eye. "Ah yes, another venture to solve, but not until I am somewhere with books and the learned." She casts the task aside for a later time when she can seek answers to these seemingly endless string of questions and troubles.
Azais sits on a slightly damp fallen tree just outside the camp, close enough to see the hut but far enough away for privacy. Focusing on nothing in particular, she continues to play with a small collection of continuously crystallising and melting snow flakes in a spot on the ground between her Ashwire boots. Ha…her boots, "What an annoying predicament these beauties have gotten me into hey grandma…"she laughs to herself. The thought was merely fleeting though, as she continues to make the ice and snow dance, for the majority of her attention was still upon the small wooden shard in her left hand. It slightly tingles her fingertips as she passes it back and forth between them. Perhaps it's because she is more attune to the sensation than last night, or perhaps it's because she is closer to tree line…she quickly glances up as she though she saw something move - just a rat in the roots of a far off tree... but the feeling is much stronger than last night
Azais: "There is more to this shard than an ordinary tree…" she thinks to herself "…nothing in the Fellwoods is as innocent as it seems."
As she raises her head the ring of crudely etched runes to her left from the LeShock ritual catches her eye. "Ah yes, another venture to solve, but not until I am somewhere with books and the learned." She casts the task aside for a later time when she can seek answers to these seemingly endless string of questions and troubles.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Quotes - Hayao Miyazaki - On Romance
Quotes - Hayao Miyazaki - On Romance
“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.”
- Hayao Miyazaki
Friday, November 15, 2013
Creux - Essence
Creux - Essence
Sometimes you write something that makes no sense. Actually I write a lot of things that make no sense. I have to toe a strange line between both being absolutely clear in the execution of my communication, but also give it a sense of artistic styling to convey how it should feel.
Sometimes I get it right.
Sometimes I get it wrong.
Sometimes you write something that makes no sense. Actually I write a lot of things that make no sense. I have to toe a strange line between both being absolutely clear in the execution of my communication, but also give it a sense of artistic styling to convey how it should feel.
Sometimes I get it right.
Sometimes I get it wrong.
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