The Dark
I would almost say that fear of the unknown is the only real kind, but that seems difficult to defend. Certainly, the fear that the guy who told you he would cut your arm off at 3:15pm next Tuesday will…
Problem Machine
An Untitled Person
I’m not sure what to say any more. I want to say something new and insightful, something beautiful and deep. I want to riff on an idea, to take it and transform it and expound upon it, want to pounce…
Everending DevBlog 61: Slow and Steady
I have remarkably little to talk about this week. I’ve been putting the hours in, but they’ve all been towards porting existing code into Haxe. At first, I found this task tedious and demoralizing, but as I get deeper into…
The Love of Money
The problem with money is everything starts being about money. A common unit of exchange becomes more common, and its meaning begins to supersede all other meanings, conflates to a number that tells you everything you need to know about…
Line Disconnected
When we control something we become it. When we steer the car we feel the texture of the road and adopt its dimensions as our own, and feel the tiny scrapes and impacts that scar her surface in our teeth…
Eve DevBlog 60: Changes
I’m not quite sure how this week happened the way it did. I started looking up methods of doing rapid pixel calculations in Flash, and from there I found Pixel Bender. Pixel Bender is a fragment shader language that, as…
Change
Autumn is a time of change. There’s something missing, something which I’m just noticing, and I’m not sure whether this absence of sensation is an awakened perception of absence or is a new and creeping numbness of the senses. I…
Heroes
The problem with always saving the world is that it necessitates that the world be always broken. The problem with the world being always broken is that it surrenders the idea of it ever being better. Our games cast us…
Eve DevBlog 59: Air to Air
This week was all about animating. First, I took an evening to revise the jump animation – I believe I mentioned this before, but while the old jump animation looked pretty decent, it communicated the dimensions of the character poorly to…
Half-Empty
I feel too often like I have nothing of myself left, like I’ve poured it all out and I need to wait for the rain to come again to fill myself back up. There are many different wells within me,…