My friend Caillie made this. I thought it was quite neat. She wanted me to blog about it so here it is. I like the stars.

So I am quite disappointed with the response to my review. I even wrote right at the end of the post. I wanted comments. But you all didn't comment. Jeez. If I wasn't being so petty about this I might actually be angry.

Hannah should stop being so abusive to me... making me blog. All the time with the hassling and the beating. Can't appreciate what is there. Good gravy.

I am going to KOOL tomorrow to get my courses for this semester. So exciting. I think I want to take Biology 11 and English 11 this term. That is my plan anyways.

Oh, I think I told Hannah that I would put the link to the download for 5 Days a Stranger. Since I am putting this up I expect everyone to download the tiny file and at least try it. It is a fun game. http://www.fullyramblomatic.com/5days/

5 Days A Stranger

Now I can easily say that I am no expert in the field of Point and Click Adventure Gaming, however I can say that 5 Days A Stranger is a genuinely exciting and equally horrifying romp through the world of underground gaming. I was introduced to the series unintentionally by a friend of mine who at the time was showing me the author of the games other medium. Coincidentally they happened to be video game reviews as well. One thing lead to another, and brought me right to this bubble of gold in the sea of illiterate trash known as the underground gaming movement. Ben “Yahtzee” Croshaw has effectively dragged me into the universe of Horror Adventure Games.

I use the term Adventure Game, however 5 Days is in fact a fusion of two genres. These two are Adventure Gaming and Puzzle Games. A brilliant storyline and puzzles mix together to create a genuinely enjoyable gaming experience.

The game is rendered beautifully considering the limits of the engine. Croshaw managed to instill a pervasive sense of wrongness and claustrophobia throughout the manor. Despite the lacking renderings, fear still manages to grip you as you play through a few portions of the game. At more than one point in the game I was taken aback by the amount of detail that was put into the cut scenes of the game. Whether a flashback to before the fall of the Defoe line, or the final sequence of the game. Riveted just doesn't describe the feeling. Even the animations were masterfully pulled together. The walk cycle looked convincing, quite the feat with the graphics engine.

The sound quite simply does its job. No more or less. It increased dramatic tension at the right points and was eerily left out otherwise. It was truly exciting when the music would turn on and sweat would jump to my brow. Even the sound effects were implemented nicely. The creak of a door, footsteps were there should be none, even ghostly voices enhanced the atmosphere of the game greatly.

It is within the storyline that this treasure shines the brightest. You are Trilby, cat burglar extraordinare. Armed with a set of lock picks, a grappling hook shaped like an umbrella and razor sharp wit you are to break into Defoe Manor and liberate it of all its valuables. The simplest objective of this seemingly standard mission is to leave. Unfortunately for Trilby and the four other accidental occupants of Defoe Manor, an unseen malevolent force has seized control of the house. This unknown contender has been preventing the other four from leaving the premises. It doesn't seem to keen on letting Trilby escape any time soon. To elaborate further would reveal more of the story than I am willing to divulge, however hold no doubts, this game delivers an exceptional take on the slasher style.

The only subject I did not see done to the same standard as the rest of the game is the solving aspect of this adventure game. I attribute this to Croshaw's apparent focus on storyline and graphics. This is up to interpretation as all solving games are. A newcomer to the solving scene will enjoy the mildly difficult challenges presented, however a veteran to the solving scene will find the puzzles to be lacking any form of challenge at all. The simplicity of the puzzles allowed to the game to carry along at a fluid pace.

I heartily recommend Ben Croshaw's creation 5 Days A Stranger along with the other three games in the Chzo Mythos. As you get further into the series the complexity of the plot grows, leaving you at the end with answers and also a few more questions. Even if you don't normally enjoy Puzzle Solving or Adventure games it would be worth your while to stop off at Croshaw's website(www.fullyramblomatic.com) and downloading the 1.22mb's of pure underground goodness.

Ok, that is the review I wrote for Writing 12. I want comments on it. True comments. How does it read? Did it make you feel like this game would be worth trying? That sort of thing.

Where do I turn next?

Homeschool. I want to try it. I might do it. I might not. Right now at this very second I really could actually care less. Which is amazing.

I love being the receptacle. I don't know why. I love hearing peoples problems and helping them fix them. It makes me feel important and useful. A feeling I don't get very often. I just hope I do a good job. I would hate to find out I wasn't actually helping people. Just making it harder. I think that I would seriously hurt myself if I found that out.

I am so happy, talking to Caillie again makes my day. Connecting with camp friends is the best.

Quick unimportant note. Rock Band is much better than Guitar Hero. And I should be able to sing that good in real life.

I am going to share with you something that I really should be writing in my journal. I don't pray. What a simple way of saying something so monumental. I don't pray. I don't. I only pray at Youth, and even that is only when I am actively praying. I don't pray with others very well at all. And I don't pray by myself. It really is a bad thing. I need to pray more often. A lot more often. That will be my goal for the next while. To pray at least once a day. If structured or unstructured. Once a day. I would also appreciate your prayers in helping me do this. Such a strange thing.

Yay

I passed phase 1 for NSCE. I also found out that the Kamloops corp is quite not crappy at Map & Compass like all the other corps. I am special at Map & Compass.

I was thinking about it. My post below isn't really illogical as much as it is stupid. It is funny though, and it made me feel better.

Oh yeah, I got 7 on the beep test. At cadets. I have never done even close to that good at cadets. I was impressed with myself.

I think that I love HIM. The band. Just in case you know what it actually means. I feel bad listening to the music but it is so full of meaning. Not necessarily good meaning but meaning nonetheless.

I almost went and saw Cloverfield. Sorry guys. Aw stink. I was going to go see Sweeney Todd tomorrow, but I just remembered that I have something way more important going on. Shoot. Well actually its okay. Home school will be well worth it.

When logic fails. Dive into the soup can of illogic.

Logical progression of thoughts keeps leading me back to, "If I shoot myself in the foot the rest of my problems will seem trivial." And well I don't actually wanna put a hole in my foot. Thus the illogical train of thought arrives at the boarding station. Inside out. Ok first I will get a banana and shove it down the sink. Then the magical moose fairy will arrive and grant me a wish. I will wish for a can of neverending soup. Now due to the fact that moose fairies are retarded in the highest degree I will end up with a neverending can of soup. With said soup I will feed the rich and mock the poor. Then I shall bath in the sorrow of the rich as they find out that the soup is actually cyanide. Or something. In the meantime I will be making amends with the poor poor people of the world by mentally creating hilarious box shapes out of their houses. With my hands. After I finish bouncing my head against the wall of physics I will crawl down my ceiling into my bed and fall asleep. And they all lived happily ever after. Until the plague showed up. Stupid weasels.

Youth was good.

Again. Always now that I think about it. Some good talks.

I really don't have anything to blog about. I started playing Puzzle Pirates again. Which is only a little lame. NSCE this weekend. Which is going to suck.

It's funny, I signed up for the head shaving fund raiser for Haiti and I actually want to loose my hair. I don't like my hair. It doesn't work the way I want it to. I really am looking forward to it.

Writing in a journal plus my blog really is nice. It is weird to know that no one will ever read that journal. All of the thoughts that I could never put up on this blog.

Caillie if you are reading this make an account and don't forget to comment.

Don't you be giving up on me.

"Another Day Goes By"

Another day goes by
And I don't understand or know the reasons why
I'm looking for a change in life
But another day goes by

Here we go again

It's today
I wish it was tomorrow though I think I'd say
Ya know I think it feels just like yesterday
So lately I've been looking for a change
But the more things change
The more they seem to stay the same
Here we go again

It's a new day
It's almost like tomorrow never came
Same ole thing same ole game different name
And everyday I sing the same ole song
And today I don't feel like waking up
But the show must go on and on and on

Another day goes by
And I don't understand and I don't pretend to try
I wanna change my life
But another day goes by

Just when I get it right another day goes by

Here we go again

So many days gone by
I still don't understand but now I realize
I'm gonna change my life that's right
While the days go by
I'm gonna change my life that's right
While the days go by
I wanna change my life
But another day go by

Feel better please.

Blah blah blah pictures blah blah blah.

You heard nothing.
I started writing in a journal so that I can write about the things that I can't post about here. Go figure.

I found my camera a little while ago. I am going to put the pics up on facebook. However I am only going to put up my cat pictures here. Feel privileged.

This is sooper cat. Her name is Dee and her fur feels like what angels feel like. She's a bit glazed at the moment.

Moving on. No wait I don't think there is anything else to blog about. Ooooohhh. Yeah that.

This weekend I did NSCE training. National Star Certification Exam. For Cadets. It wasn't actually as bad as I was afraid it would be. Some funny things happened. Nothing really noteworthy though. However I did end up going to Lt. Pennington's house for breakfast which was really really really awkward. But thats about it.

Down - Motograter

We're falling
Throughout eternity
The clock is ticking
And you're still counting sheep
You're still half asleep

There's no one coming (there's no one coming)
And there's no way out (and there's no way out)
I've been falling (well I've been falling)
And it's so far down

Shrouded
Beneath the veil of tragedy
When death comes calling
Who will you believe?
Tell me who will you believe?
When it's down to you and me
Will you still stay on your knees?
(Who will you believe?When it's down to you and me)

There's no one coming (there's no one coming)
And there's no way out (and there's no way out)
I've been falling (well I've been falling)
And it's so far down (and it's so far down)

There's no one coming (there's no one coming)
And there's no way out

There's no way out (no way out)

Pushing me down, breaking me down
There's always something
Pushing me down, breaking me down
Pushing me down, breaking me down
There's always something
Pushing me down, breaking me down
Pushing me down, breaking me down
There's always something
Pushing me down, breaking me down
Pushing you down, breaking you down
There's always something
Pushing you back, pushing you back

I'm pushing you back, I'm pushing you back
I'm pushing you back, I'm pushing you back
I'm pushing you back, I'm pushing you back

There's no one coming
And there's no way out
Well I've been falling
And it's a long way down

Down

Youth was excellent.

That was a wonderful evening.

Opening conversation was strange.

Ending conversation was manic. Wow.

I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. What an amazing mood I am in.

:)

I feel like dirt.

I made some mistakes and now I feel bad.

Too much Cadet stuff happening in the future.

Kyle is back from Mexico. He made a dog friend.

I finished reading the blogs that I read and the general concenus (is that the right word?) is that Snow Camp sucked and everybody is depressed. Funny how that happens. Maybe reading other peoples blogs is a bad idea. I feel very down when I finish. Even the blogs of people I don't know. I might be wrong. I just don't get it.

41 hours later.

Well, Cade won. Crap.

Stupid non-sleeping weekends. By the way I did go to sleep at 6:40ish this morning. 41 hours awake. Insanity reincarnated into a cardboard tube.

Well, Friday got to snow camp. Did stuff, more stuff. Sermon. Dodgeball. Went downstairs and did crazy things for the rest of the night/morning. Hide and Go Seek was the best and we would make an excellent sitcom. Breakfast was good if not slow in the coming. The sermon was murder. More stuff. Went down to the beach. That was probably the highlight of my entire trip. Andrew and I went for a walk down to the beach about an hour before lunch. Walking down Liz and Angela ended up near us. Unger was on the beach to (doing crazy things.) Andrew proceeded onto the ice. Me Liz and Angela all followed him. We found a hole with four fish stuck in it. They were still alive. Andrew and Liz wanted to keep the poor sucker. I convinced them that we should try and find a way to get them back into open water. Which we did. Liz is a master fish catcher. I kinda fail.

Other things happened over the weekend I just can't remember any other interesting stories. I almost died. But so did everyone else.

Acknowledged

I'm... evolving!

No wait, I got my hair cut.

Went out with my mother today. We went to the mall, she got her hair cut first. I went to Play and got angry at two things. 1. The excessive pricing of goods at Play and 2. The lack of my underground bands. Stupid underground non-label bands. After that I went over to Coles and almost bought another book. It was a wee bit to expensive though. Would have been worth it though. Then I went and got my hair cut.

We went to Walmart to do some stuff. Had some McDonalds. Got mildly sick as I am prone to do when I eat there. Then we went and got the car washed. WAIT we also went to M&M meats. I would work there. It is sweet.

Got home, did nothing. Here I am now.

Stupid short posts.

Aurelian is a cool name.

My New Years was fun. I went up to Erics house and we shot off fireworks. After that we went inside and watched some/ a lot of American Dad. What a blast. I missed the ringing in the New Year however, we had gone to the garage to get "stuff". Dang it.

The next day, I went to my Nanny and Papa's house out in Barriere. I would live there if I could. Really. It is the most awesomest house ever. We had lunch. Talked. Had dinner. Left. Other stuff transpired but you don't actually want to hear about that now do you?

Grrrrr... I appreciate the prayer support from everybody today. It made me think about the situation in a new light. Here, I am certain you would be interested what that was all about wouldn't you. Well, my grandfather lives in town in a trailer. Hidden Valley I think is the name of the place. Now the problem that has cropped up is that his... partner sort of person is a freaking hag. Elma. Hag. Grrr. Anyways, my parents knew her before I was born and the entire time her and my grandfather have had this on and off situation. It is sort of difficult to explain. For the last 3 or 4 years they have been living together. Recently Elma's daughter had a daughter. Thus Elma decided to move back to Vancouver to spend more time with the baby. Now that doesn't seem like such a bad thing does it? The problem is that this is the fourth or fifth time that Elma has left my grandfather. Also my family including my grandfather believe that Elma left because she doesn't want to deal with my grandfathers decreasing health. Hag. Sorry. Now the kicker is that, "now" she wants to come back. "Now" that she realizes that she won't be spending much time with her daughter. "Now' that she realizes that it is tough to live on a single pension plan. Grrrrrrr... it makes me so angry to write about this. However the thing is that I shouldn't be angry. I should love her like I am supposed to love all of creation. Oh dear what a state. At first when I found out about this I had adamantly decided that I was going to show Elma how much she had pissed me off. Now I don't think I will. I doubt I will be able to show her the same amount of respect as I did before she left.

Why is it that secular bands tend to inspire me more than Christian bands or Gospel music does? It is madness I tell you. I would tell you to look up the band I am listening to but there are a few reasons why I won't: 1. You wouldn't do it anyways. 2. You probably wouldn't appreciate the music. (It is angry music sometimes.) So I won't tell you.

Is there anything else for me to blog about? Not really. I Am Legend the book is a billion times different than the movie.

I spite you. Here are the lyrics to Sing by Dope.

Some people sing for life some people sing for death
Some people sing to sing the songs that they like best
Some people sing for broke some people sing for fame
Some people sing for hope some people sing for pain

So when you feel like this and really wish
That everyone else would just go away
When you feel like this and really wish
That everyone else would just go away

Free your mind and

Sing for the man on the corner
Sing for your love of God
Sing for your apathy
No matter, no matter what you believe
Sing just a little bit louder
Sing with all you got
Sing along with me
No matter, not matter what you believe

Some people sing for love some people sing for hate
Some people sing to sing a song cause they relate
Some people sing inside some people sing in vain
Some people sing to lose some people sing to gain

Open your mind and

Some people sing for life some people sing for death
Some people sing to sing the songs that they like best
Some people sing for hope some people sing for pain

So let me hear you people sing


Goodnight.