Shoo the cat is an euphemism. Or it is the real BUU bad kitty!
I don’t know why I feel like I said a kinky phrase or something, lol.
Also I made the thread for managing my jam testing thread.
If you as writer are near beta time pm me. Beta links and testing has to be private and managed by me via that thread.
I am excited when games reaching testing!
An absolutely awesome thing just happened! Some of you guys may remember how much of the summer I’ve spent helping my mom move. I was digging through a bunch of the stuff I had at her old house and I found a flash drive with back ups of a bunch of projects from a few years back that I thought I lost when my computer fell apart (literally fell apart; I’d been holding its guts together with strategically placed binder clips). I was so bummed out for a while that I just kind of. quit. And I couldn’t work up the good vibes to return to any of those. One draft was over 70k at the time. And now!!! I found them!!! (Some of them; why did past me only back up some of them? Don’t know. But I’m still happy about it!) Hot damn!
Woohoo! That’s fantastic news!
I vividly remember strategizing a run of Long Live the Queen around the goal of depopulating the aristocracy by getting as many named characters as possible killed, executed, imprisoned, banished, etc. Good times.
Oh.
My.
Goodness…
In other, less shocking news, today’s job is personalising compliments for the PC and NPCs throughout the game. It’s like giving Valentine’s cards to lots of fictional characters 
(possibly as a sorry-for-making-you-suffer gift as well, haha)
Wait- Charlotte too?
Charlotte is one of my favorite characters in LLTQ, but no one is safe from my wrath.
But at least I didn’t shoo the cat.
Is this going to be a running joke now?
“Did you kill the prisoners?”
“Yes.”
“Did you hang the poachers?”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
“The Printer’s Case?”
“Scapegoated and hanged the vagrant, obviously.”
“Kharangia?”
“Oh, I sacked the fuck out of Kharangia!”
“Did you shoo the cat?”
“No! What am I, a monster?”
Today’s bilingual amusement: in English, you sunbathe (which sounds really painful, given how hot stars are), but in Finnish, you take the Sun (or part of it anyway, that particular grammatical case doesn’t translate very well. I suppose you should rather translate it as taking in the Sun, but that doesn’t sound half as badass and fitting for the Dark North).
I love that!
Interestingly, in old-fashioned English you might want to go out for a stroll and “take the air”. Or “take the waters” if you’re going swimming.
Doubly interestingly, if you “take the air” in Finnish you’re about to start flying. If you’re going on a stroll, you’ll “bite oxygen” instead.
“Taking to the air” is also another way to describe flying in english.
Right, but “taking the air” (or “biting the air”) is mostly the specific situation when something that shouldn’t be flying is getting enough air under it that it starts flying. Like your laundry. Or a F1 car. (Although it could also describe the action when something heavy-flying finally manages to get in the air I suppose. Like a swan.)
In contemporary Dutch taking a stroll is known as ‘getting a fresh nose’, (een frisse neus halen) though the word I translated to ‘fresh’ here is more closely linked to temperatures while in English it leans more toward newness or cleanliness.
I’m guessing it stems from the wind chill affecting the tip of your nose on stormier days.
Might also be smell related, though.
In Portuguese, we do a lot of catching. Going out in the sun (not ON the sun, that’s bad) is “catching sun”. Sunbathing is “catching baths of sun”. Going out in the open air is “catching air”.
Taking flight is “rose* flight”.
*from the verb to rise
That sounds like a lot of running.
Anyway, from my project of writing my notes from computer to paper, I present thee:
Vortex stares at the rampaging creature, a nonchalant, almost bored expression on his face, and just when you think that the creature must swallow him whole, that there can’t possibly be another option, he opens his mouth and says a couple of words.
Old words. Powerful words. You don’t recognize the language - how could you? - but you recognize the form, and the magic is undeniable.
The creature can’t not stop, but it isn’t happy about it by any means and screeches its displeasure known. Vortex eyes it, nonplussed. “I’ll have you know, that is quite rude of you.”
“Tch. Vampires.”
“Finally, something a demon and a nightmare agree on.”
And then it was gone, as sudden as it appeared, leaving a dumbfounded silence in its wake.
”What in the…” Vintervarg started, her voice drifting off before getting to end.
”What was that?” Gauge was the first one to recover, as was fitting for the one calling the shots.
”Whirr click-click-click” Downburst said, now looking like a Dracorex more than ever, drained by the ferocity of the strange attack.
Afterthought groaned, climbing up from a pile of purple blood and dead jellyfish. ”You’re doing it again.”
”Gronk?”
”You’re speaking like a steampunk engine!”
Downburst blinked and shuffled his crest for a moment, then replied with a low, long note, resembling a wind blowing through a pipe.
”No. No. That’s worse. Stop it, you’re giving me a headache.”
”You know he doesn’t have the correct vocal cords in that form.” Vortex walked in, the spotless business suit an uncannily dissonant sight in the middle of a battlefield.
”Yes, I know. He’s still giving me a headache. Where were you?”
”I’m afraid I’m not much of a use in a fight against a whirr click-click-click.”
Downburst snorted.
”That’s literally your job!” Afterthought had finally managed to free himself from the jellyfish, disinterestedly poking one of them.
”Actually, no. These… things operate on a tangential reality. My job is to make sure they don’t break through, not to deal with the fallout when someone is stupid enough to summon one of them. That’s your job. If we are going to juggle work descriptions.”
”Couldn’t you, I don’t know, banish them or something?”
”Which is exactly what I did. Or why do you think it disappeared?” Vortex picked a stray snake from his hair and tossed it aside, where it spread its wings and took to air. ”You’re welcome.”
”Thanks for that.” Gauge crossed their arms across their chest. ”You’re under arrest.”
”Uh huh.” Vortex looked unimpressed. ”Just be glad this ordeal took a lot out of me, or I would be wiping the floor with your ass right now. But make no mistake, I will. So for your own sake: Back. Off.”
IF a spaniard says to you Ve a tomar viento fresco… (Go take a fresh air) It is basically send you to a place that sounds very badly in english compared to us that for us is just a weak insult. You are sending the person to go poo upside away from us so we can have a fresh air uncontaminated air.
We Galicians say go take a poo Vai cagar or vai cagare.
Would really like to say arigato gozaimasu to @poison_mara for the Halloween jam. It has been a much appreciated change of pace.
I was once told that: temporarily reducing your focus on a project, allows you to gain a new perspective on it.
I think this is one of those moments, where I got a chance to see that.
Arigato gozaimasu!!!
I am glad that the jam is helping yoy. I myself has noticed that focusing for a while in a project with a clear deadline has helped me a lot in other stuff.
The good things of jams and nanowrimo is that you write in a focus clear time frame. Then you have all time in the world to edit it and expand it if you believe can be improved or published. Or if not, people could see your creativity in a cool vibe of an event.