For Galaga! Pt. II

I like Parts. It makes it seem like a chronicle and I get to hope that people are on the edge of their seats waiting for the next installment. I like that word too, but that's enough of that. Just an FYI, I have O Fortuna going on in the background.

Night 1:
 The moon rises, a herald of my impending doom. I can practically see the sun sinking. In a few moments the hour will be upon me, and the creatures will be released.
Hark! A monster outside my window, wandering around, in search of my flesh no doubt. A hiss. An explosion. Has a creeper managed to infiltrate my home while my back was turned? Sword drawn, I whip around, ready to face death as only a viking warrior could. But nay, I shall not die this night so far! I have struck the first blow of war, and it was a mighty one! Another hiss. Another explosion. Another cord struck for the Human Endeavor! I send out three shots, warning all those who intend me harm to know that even if they brave the field that there is a bear in this cave, and he is armed to the teeth. Can they smell fear? They will have a hard time tracking it, for there is none to be found in this establishment! I turn back to the rear window. There are a few creepers, but they mill about as  restlessly as I feel. They turn, and for a second there is the sense of mutual lust for blood. Just as quickly as it came, the moment was gone and they continued to mill. I head back to the front of the fortress (or eventually my grave?) and see that quite a number of creepers, skeleton archers and zombies have crawled up from the depths. A shot fired. Another. The moon is blacked for a minute as my hail of arrows rains down upon the creatures. "Back to Nethers from which you were born!" I cry to the soon-to-be corpses on the front lawn. Many of the arrows miss, but I fear not, for the millings have set off the copious amount of mines strewn about. I must focus. The hunter must continue to be the hunter, for that is how this world works. I focus. Shots are fired. ...Most of them find their mark. I have shot down many of the foul creatures, including those thinking that they can swim to safety. The sun will be up soon and there will be no hiding from nature's rays. Yes, watch them burn. I shoot down the skeleton seeking refuge in the sea, who has now become refuse to be washed away like scum in the shower.

There is no recipe for a shower. My character has been around for days.

For Galaga! Pt. I

Notice: This is quite picture heavy.

  I don't know where the name Galaga came from, it's not a god or queen in any book I've read. I googled it once, but all I ended up with the arcade game; certainly not something to give your life for.

Not Pictured Above: The Horde, The Emperor, My Dignity

Well, to be honest, I do know where the name itself comes from. If anyone's seen Jack and the Beanstalk: The Real Story, the goose that laid the golden eggs was named Galaga. Galaga the goose. Anyway, at some point in time, the name got into my head as something to yell when going into battle. That being said, let's get to the real point of this story: Minecraft.

  Lately minecraft has gotten a bit dull because if the multiplayer server I'm part of isn't online, I play single player. While this can be exciting, I find it a bit tedious, especially since the nightly portion is usually spent hiding in whatever shelter I've scrounged up.

They All Bleed the Same

A few weeks ago I went about finding an inventory editor for single player after watching a video of this guy laying down 3k blocks of TNT. This is hella impressive since I usually get to about 100 (if I'm lucky) before accidentally blowing myself and the project up. That lasted about a week before exploding things got old and I had nothing to do. Recently I picked it back up by loading up with all sorts of cool things and building whatever I wanted. I wasn't really interested in the whole ginormous-creative structure thing you'll see plastered across most websites. I wanted to stay simple while still being fancy, so this is what I went with:

Obsidian with a glass roof.

That's a simple moat that goes all the way around. There's a window on all 3 sides.

The reason I went with obsidian is simple. I hate creepers. I hate them so much. Thus, I went with something that withstands being covered with TNT, which I assumed it can't go wrong (don't worry, it doesn't!).  Unfortunately monsters can now swim (or maybe they always could?), so they don't sink like I'd prefer, but oh well. There's also a simple 3 square long pit of lava, but it's not anywhere that in-the-way.

  So now I've got an indestructible house and the ability to generate anything I need. I've decided to have a fight to the death. I'm hoping it'll be more exciting than it probably will be, but I've decided to make it crazy. First of all, I tore the door and surrounded posts out of the wall, so now it's 3 squares wide, quite a lot of space for a monster to freely come in through. Second of all, I rigged up the whole outside with TNT. Don't be mistaken, I'm not going out there. No, it was difficult enough for me not to blow myself up while setting it all down! It's mostly to blow up monsters before they get here and then fight them in my own house. Yes, that doesn't sound like I'm in a whole lotta danger, but I'm cranking it all the way up to 11 because Normal mode doesn't sound hard enough.

The entry is now open fully. Also, hella pretty. Hella.

A pig set off one of my explosive traps on an adjacent island...

I set off a mine myself, so I filled some of the hole with bombs.

Putting the "mine" back in minecraft.

Mine-Related Pun Here

The apples are only for if I'm at 1 or 2 hearts, anything else is toughed out.

So wish me luck, I'll be posting during each ingame day if I'm still alive!

Decline in the Modern Age

  Whooo! So it's been a while since I blogged it up, so I thought, "hey, why not blog at 7:30 in the morning?" Currently I've been up for 18 hours and counting, so I thought I might abuse myself for the sake of humor. Just kidding, I'd be up anyway, almost everyone here knows that. So I've got about 10 movies here, all ripe for the reviewing, and we'll see how many I get through, probably one or two more. I'm just here to have fun, like the rest of my blog, so don't take these too seriously. And yes, I know it's formatted a bit like Cracked, but I like it, and that's where I'm going with it.

I'm not going to bother summarizing these movies for the sake of spoilers. Besides, that's what all those movie sites out there are for.

  Basically what I did last night was looking up the filmography for Robin Wiliams, Liev Schreiber, Stanley Tucci, and Simon Pegg, purely on a whim. I will be updating as I finish the movies, instead of one massive update, it just looks nice!

So here are some movies foooor you!


#1) Good Morning, Vietnam
The Movie:

This one was pretty good. Robin Williams being his quick-talking, funny-voiced self. I was pretty amused, even if I could only understand half of what he was referencing. I liked that the mayor from Pleasantville played the sergeant major (your guess is as good as mine). I just assume that after the war is over, he hightails it to Pleasantville to try and set up the police state he's always wanted. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty surprised his black friend wasn't killed in the roadside bombing three quarters the way through the movie, but I suppose it wasn't supposed to be that type of movie. I understand the underlying point to Military Police, but it almost seems silly. It's like bringing a rifle to a rifle fight. Congrats. On that note, check this out, it was terribly amusing.


Favorite Line:
"You are in more dire need of a blowjob than any white man in history."

EDIT: There will not be a Pt. 2, because it ended terribly (the movie and the writing), so we're just taking this as a review of Good Morning, Vietnam!