PixlBit

Renomus spent long years casting spells and doing magic for questing parties. He made a lot of dough, and wanted a rest. So he bought himself a small farm and sold corn and apples out on the highway. With his magic, he may have influenced a few deals, but by and large he was an honest farmer, and satisfied. Then one day a forest gnome brought him a curious message. . .

It keeps you from getting lost when traveling the digital plane. Today I came across three regional aberations that call themselves games. They are, of course, live alogrithms who need a creative input to expand their functionality - to grow, in other words. I played three of them. I wonder how the results changed the cosmic data stream?

In Microsoft Haven there be dragons, and it's like the village in How To Train Your Dragon. Tech and dragons. Mecha dragons? I'm liking this idea. 

Exactly how it is. I'm in my game alone but my friend is in the same room playing it too on his own system. It's the strange little way we game - evolved over decades to be what it is. My friend is trying to keep ahead of me for bragging rights in Farm Together. I'm just doing my thing, trying to make it look good.  

First the promised video of my Hallmark arcade cabinet ornaments then Gears 5 and Farm Together. 

I was browsing at a mall I'd never been to before and saw a Hallmark store. I went in on a lark to see their Christmas ornaments because they have some neat retro ones, and I've been collecting their arcade cabinet ornaments. I have four of them. Now I have five. This is the Joust cabinet. 

Context for all these were: me with long hair, delivering pizza, playing music and reading Dumas, specifically, The Three Musketeers.  

I guess it's run by robots. Who else?

Just Farm Together today. 

The Soccer Decay Fighter has fenced in a bunch of zombies and caled it a Gonner Farm. He kicks his soccer balls of decay and turns zombies into quivering piles of goo. The remains are gathered with a tractor and used to fertilize a great crop of soccer balls. May his holy foot never tire.