Xaser

i was browsing for some mods for cave story, and i found this:

is the same xaser? or is other xaser

not gonna post this in the Micro Slaughter Community Project thread because I don't like derails, but this is not meant to be a giant subtweet, just a bit of explanation of my previous comment on how "micro slaughter" is a thing that exists.

some works in the genre:

- phmlspd, Fruit Salad, Rush

- Water Spirit, Oceanside

- Survive in Hell

- the slaughtermaps in sets like Plutonium Winds

- (a bunch of standalones like) Brown & Red and Caco Bell 

- the New Gothic series is more small than big, especially movement 2. notable CPs like the Slaughterfest series and Slaughtermax have as many smaller slaughtermaps as big ones, especially in the earlier parts, where there is a deliberate skew.

- including speedmaps, like three-quarters of my own maps going back to 2015 are consciously "microslaughter" so I personally know it's not a new thing ;) 

- they are super common as entries in community projects, e.g. when Cannonball maps for Doom 2, it's often in that form; 50 Shades of Graytall have a lot. then there are almost ubiquitous one-offs in other works, like BTSX e1m32.

(this not an exhaustive list)

(and not everything in that list is completable in 5 minutes, but that is an arbitrary benchmark and I'm not going to endorse retroactively classifying something differently because it takes 6 minutes.)

so yeah, I'd get why someone who is mostly familiar with slaughter in the form of Sunder and Bastion of Chaos and such would think the idea of "smaller slaughter maps" is especially new or unusual. but I don't like the idea of suggesting it is or selling that angle, because that effectively minimizes (heh) and effaces a lot of past work in the genre. 

also the typical "big" slaughtermap, for example Combat Shock 2 or the not-quite-as-short parts of the Slaughterfests and Slauightermax, has generally been more like 20-30 minutes long than a huge Sunderian epic anyway.

one thing that MSCP does is offer more of it; apart from a few (phmlspd, Rush, Survive in Hell, Italo Doom), having a dozen and a half smaller slaughtermaps in a project, and pretty much nothing else, is unusual. and I think that sort of dedicated distillation of concept, paired with the quantity, can be thought of as relatively novel. the first five wads on the big list above are generally quite a bit easier than MSCP, so I'd consider them better "soft intros" to the form for newcomers, but MSCP works as a spicy and short trial by fire.

Hey, can I use that E1M1/megalovania midi you made for 32in24 on my wad?

Wow, just wow.

Just a rather ramble-y update for the peeps reading my status updates (that being probably 3 or 4 total): If we were on a Discord together you may or may not have noticed that I left the respective server(s).

In fact, I left any and all discords somehow related to Doom for the time being, and it's not so much because I didn't like it there, but it's because the recent days have been nothing but shit for me personally due to some recent discussions on these forums which of course made their ways onto the Discords. And I just don't need that shit in my life on such a high intensity.

Sure, obvious solution is to just not read the chat, but then I also miss out on the stuff that I enjoy. And I also can't have the stuff that I like without the bullshit in between. Of course I can just ride it out, and in life, like in actual, real life I do that on almost a daily basis to some extent, but lately the benefits don't seem outweigh the costs. It feels bad, because there are people I really like who I feel I left behind somehow, which I am sorry for. I just don't have it in me to endure all the negatives at the moment, because some of the stuff that's been going on has started to affect me negatively in life. A thing that I do for recreational purposes isn't very recreational if it results in me feeling less good, or is it?

So today was the day I just felt I had to cut some strings, temporarily or not I don't know yet. If for some reason you've been worried, I'm sorry, I never was much a fan of long goodbyes.

Hey there Xaser; First of all Hi My name is Bombchu Link or BLink for short. This is going to be a really long and complicated wall of text but yeah I though it was worth informing you about. 

First of all I'm the current Owner/Admin of the Cave Story Modding Community and knowing that you've made Schism, one of the most well known Cave Story mods ever I would think that this would be of your interest. 

So basically to start off this story, There's this monthly "modfest" competition that goes on every month where we all get together for the better part of 5 hours and make Cave Story mods; there's tons of shits and giggles to be had and it's just a cool community thing. What happened as of yesterday though, a "new member" showed up and worked with 2 of our regulars and made a mod that halfway through, completely changes and incorporated your characters Kate and Xaser from Schism into the mod, because this second half of the mod is such a high quality of a mod as well as staying true to your original vision of the characters I thought it might interest you to sit down and actually play this said mod.  

There is a LOT of history and mystery revolving around this "new member" and it would take a better part of an HOUR for me to explain it all, but the jist is that he's a top tier cave story modder that never posts on the forums, and strictly DM's people mods and leaves without a trace. It's an overly simplified explanation, but it will do for now.

Basically if you're interested in playing this CS mod with your characters in it, I'd be more than happy to send it to you or if you're cool hanging out in the CSMC as well just for a minute that would also be great.

I know this is all just coming out of nowhere and is really, really bizarre, but hey, life just finds a way huh.

I'm talking to RoozyDoom1999 on Discord. Apparently he's really pissed, and he "[doesn't] give a fuck about Doomworld".

Bought myself a birthday present: a ticket to Megadeth concert this 4th of May. Looking forward to seeing them. 

CSS. Short for "Can't Stand this Shit". Alternatively, "Coding Stuff with Satan."

[And I'm doing it on purpose.]

Hi folks! This is honestly a pretty crummy subject to have to talk about in a big public forum post, but it's long overdue that I get this off my chest, so I'll make this quick and get it over with:

I'm a transgender woman and I'm in the process of undergoing HRT. This is a really exciting and important thing for me, and the past year and a half of my life has already been way better for it. It also isn't a decision that was made lightly -- on the contrary, it's been the scariest and most difficult thing I've ever had to do in my life.

Those of you who already know have been tremendously supportive beyond my wildest expectations, and I feel extremely fortunate to have made such amazing friends here. The Doom community is a pretty awesome place. With your help and reassurance, this post was way less stressful to make, so thank you!

To everyone else who's just hearing about this now, I'm not going to be a different person than you've known on the forums since forever. This is who I've always been, something I was internally grappling with even before I registered here on Doomworld a long as heck time ago. So my posting will still be as lousy as you've come to expect, etc, etc.

Given the problems that have been had with some other threads in recent memory, I'm just going to remind everyone that this is a personal blog thread and not a gender politics debate. With that said, I realize that this is a subject that's unfamiliar to a lot of people, so questions are welcome, just please be respectful. Thanks!

Sarah

Hi folks! This is honestly a pretty crummy subject to have to talk about in a big public forum post, but it's long overdue that I get this off my chest, so I'll make this quick and get it over with:

I'm a transgender woman and I'm in the process of undergoing HRT. This is a really exciting and important thing for me, and the past year and a half of my life has already been way better for it. It also isn't a decision that was made lightly -- on the contrary, it's been the scariest and most difficult thing I've ever had to do in my life.

Those of you who already know have been tremendously supportive beyond my wildest expectations, and I feel extremely fortunate to have made such amazing friends here. The Doom community is a pretty awesome place. With your help and reassurance, this post was way less stressful to make, so thank you!

To everyone else who's just hearing about this now, I'm not going to be a different person than you've known on the forums since forever. This is who I've always been, something I was internally grappling with even before I registered here on Doomworld a long as heck time ago. So my posting will still be as lousy as you've come to expect, etc, etc.

Given the problems that have been had with some other threads in recent memory, I'm just going to remind everyone that this is a personal blog thread and not a gender politics debate. With that said, I realize that this is a subject that's unfamiliar to a lot of people, so questions are welcome, just please be respectful. Thanks!

Sarah

*Hits quietly*

I hate think about it but last these years I feel a little depressed and not so alive as i wanted.
Absence of purpose a little distort me. (i have no idea how to describe it in English)
I already 4-5 years living without any purposes, living just for nothing.

So i would like to hear your thoughts about this. What are your purposes and how you holding up with it?

y'all are a bunch of fags anyway lol

Just wanted to write about something that I've been mulling over for the past several days. And that is death.
Now death is something not many people want to talk or even think about. It's understandable - it is the end of a person's life (I realize all things die in some way, shape or form but I will keep this centered on us humans). I often think of my own impending death, and it is not the thought of my biological form dying that scares me, it's quite honestly I don't know HOW I will die. I could be hit by a semi going 100 mph down the freeway. I could die silently in my sleep. There are quite a few ways to die naturally, and many more where you die unnaturally. The point is, I don't know. And unless you've been suffering through, say, cancer and are approaching your final hurrah, or you have a death wish of some kind and are contemplating suicide, you won't know until it's that final moment.
It should also be said that even if you did live to say four or five hundred years, eventually your life would come to an end.
Your mortal being will, at some point, die. It is something you should be getting ready for because ever since the day you were born, no, since you were conceived up til this point in what we call time, you've been heading towards death.
And then for the hard question.
And after that...? What?
What happens when we die?
Lots of people think that when you die, that's it, game over, you're done, finished and gone. You'll pass on into an eternity of dreamless sleep and your corpse will rot into the ground to become one with the Earth once more. Lots of others tell of how they died in some way, left their body and passed over into the Great Beyond. The fact of the matter is that only after you die will you know for sure what will happen when you die. For the time being, here in this mortal body on planet Earth, all I can do is wonder about it.
I think of death as an experience, much like being born and being alive are experiences.
Now, personally I would be delighted and in a state of euphoria if when I died and headed towards that fabled light that was a place like Paradise waiting on me. I'd be moved beyond words. But the thing is - I don't KNOW. I don't know for a fact that anything happens when you die.
And that, more than the fact of my approaching death itself, and exactly how I'm going to die, is what scares me. Then too, death has to be looked at like this: suppose that when you die, that's all there is afterwards - nothingness, not that that can imagined by the human mind. Then there would be nothing to be afraid of - you'd dead and that's it. Now, then, if there WAS something after death, some kind of afterlife, who is to say what that afterlife would be like for YOU, you yourself? Would be it good, as in Paradise? Would be it awful, terrible, as in some version of Hell? Once again, all the people who have died and (for the sake of argument) have indeed passed over the Great Divide haven't come back to fill us in.
Your thoughts?

Experiment NO. 67 - Usage of nettle for dopamine release stimulation


From Wikipedia, "urtica dioica, often called common nettle or stinging nettle (although not all plants of this species sting), is a herbaceous perennial flowering plant, [...] divided into six subspecies, five of which have many hollow stinging hairs called trichomes on the leaves and stems, which act like hypodermic needles, injecting histamine and other chemicals that produce a stinging sensation when contacted by humans and other animals".

It was during my latest field trip that I discovered this intriguing plant, and found a way to make great therapeutic use of it's defense mechanisms, and thought it would be nice to share the results of my experimentations here as well.

Having in mind the hypodermic needles of nettle, the question of how it would feel to deliberately sting my genital organs with a specimen innevitably popped up.
After meticulous disinfection of said specimen, I held the batch in a pair of surgical gloves and softly brushed it against the top of my penis.

Initially it was hard to tell any difference, but soon enough my head started to swell and it felt surprisingly good. Subsequent rapid stroking of the penis resulted in an extremely firm errection, followed by a monstruous ejaculation, around 5 times more sperm then on a usual run.

Sometime later, I've attempted the procedure again. The nettles had actually been picked about half an hour by the time the were applied again and, unlike my penis, had gone a little limp. As a result the leaves needed to be flicked quite hard against my glans in order to do the trick so I guess a fresher nettle harvest might have been preferable.

However, the results were almost equally satisfactory as the last time. After sometime spent arousing myself with manual and oral sex I guided myself into a position from where I could penetrate my hand into a throbbing orgasm, once again.

During the rest of the day (no more sexual activity), I felt a hint of very agreeable pain in the background, but nothing serious and it was gone by next morning.

So there you have it, now you know a cool nettle trick that you can share with your friends, or perhaps try by yourself at home.

Either way, make sure you let me know of your result, and tell me what you think! Cheers!

Every replie should include the following : The answer to the reply above it and why, 2 options to choose from.
Don't understand how it works? Here are a few examples.
Example :
User 1 : Turkey, Tastier for me.
Desert or arctic?
User 2 : Arctic, 'cause there are ways to get warm unlike in the desert.
Zebra or Horse?
And it goes on and on.

Here's a start:
Cyber or Spider Master Mind?

Recently, I've been noticing myself getting into the habit of analyzing the intelligence of other people. In doing this, I've been judging a large number of individuals as stupid for a number of reasons. I feel as though the people around me are thinking in ways that are very simple, whereas my own thoughts are far more complex. Yet at the same time, I wonder if other individuals are thinking the same thing about me, and our thoughts are of equal complexity, only to be dumbed down by the natural inadequacies of language. In addition, I find my self often silently refuting the statements of others without the patience or confidence to open said refutes to others. As a result, I tend not to know whether or not there is a genuine counter to an argument I present, or any sort of an argument against my refute is based in fallacy and ignorance. At the same time, I fear bringing up my refutes for fear of upsetting or offending individuals. This causes me to silently assume individuals as incompetent without giving them chance enough to prove their worth.

I really didn't see this as an issue until I noticed that the individuals I seem to deem smart are those that have opinions and personalities similar to mine.

I want to tell myself I'm asking this because I don't want to overestimate myself, but perhaps even asking this question is just a way for me to validate my own perceived superior intellect? Fuck, I can't tell at this point.

Long story short, I can't tell if I think I'm smarter than other people because I actually am, or because it's natural for humans to think to themselves that they are smarter than other humans. Am I really "smarter" than most people or do I just have a line of thought within a minority?

I'm apparently a magnet for them! Every day is full of excitement.

Today's helping:


From what I've been previously informed, j4rio and I are actually the same person. This discovery was as surprising to me as it surely will be to all the rest of you, especially j4rio.

Start drawing a comic? It could appear in the internet and be some short strips. I have some ideas for characters. Not so sure about if I can think of any funny witty insane jokes or if I can draw anything funny. Maybe the characters would be like animals. The name could be My Insane Little Furries or M.I.L.F for short. It could be some other F word too, since not all animals have fur.

Maybe this could be more fun to do than trying to make some game?

true story.

was at the retinal circus in london last year, specifically to see the retinal circus show. As a side note, do not drink the water in london; it tastes like someone else's kidneys. Anyway, the show was fantastic and, being a fucking humongous alcoholic, I decided to go to the afterparty and get smashed, perhaps meet my heroes and generally be a cool dude.

The afterparty was in a complete cesspit music-basement with a bar upstairs that only sold beer in tins. There was a suspicious lack of people at the place; not knowing london, I cursed and asked the bouncer if this was the DTP after-party and if so where the hell was it all going down?

Bouncer says downstairs, third door on the right.

So off I go with my friends and GF in tow, clutching half a crate of ridiculously overpriced beer with the intention of getting completely mashed. The room to which we were directed was, if anything, even more of a dump than the rest of the bar; green wallpaper hanging off the walls, shitty leopardskin sofas. No one else is there - we must be early.

We set up camp; already half ruined from the gig, the tins of beer stand no chance. The empties begin to pile up. An hour passes and there is still no sign of this fabled afterparty. More beer is bought and consumed.

A lot more.

About an hour and a half into our epic drinking binge my GF taps me on the shoulder; a few girls have just walked in, and my GF thinks they are from the choir in the show. I scoff at this notion and continue to get completely wrecked.

Two hours in and I am *drunk*. And, through the miraculous alchemy of beer, I am starting to put two and two together. Something here is not right; the green wallpaper, the faux leopardskin couches... what the fuck sort of shitass music basement has couches like that?

There are empty tins everywhere. We have split beer everywhere. Our shit is spread from pillar to post. The girls from the maybe-choir are giving us some serious evils.

It is at this exact moment that two things happen; the band members walk into the room and, simultaneously, I realize that we have invaded their fucking dressing room.

The drummer is HUGE.

Lesson to be learned from this - there is something worse than meeting your heroes and finding out they are complete cunts. Imagine meeting your heroes and finding out that they think you are a complete cunt.

It is my secret shame.

I was in a little room with an other doomguy marine and there was Arch-vile's around us, the room had windows so if they see you for long enough your screwed, anyways, i manage to stick to some corner so they cant see me and after a while the dream was over, that was scary :O

au natural

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Montreal was nice; full contact as it were. My foot didn't fare too well, tho, as expected. Quite swollen presently. Ahhh, but it was worth it.

wow, three super hot girls just came on... i waved. they smiled and gigled, but then left :( i don't really like talking--i prefer typing... I'm actually kinda surprised how many good looking people on there. I probably should be better looking to have any luck :(

In the past few years, I've gained weight. This has naturally left me with the affliction of severe groinal chaffing. While it can be horrible, I often alleviate the effects with a healthy dose of skin cream. While it does work wonders on the burning and redness, it only takes a few hours for my nether regions to take on the musky scent of a doll collector's attic. I have little recourse for this other than frequent showering, but on more manly days, sometimes even twice a day isn't enough.

I ask you all: what is your best defense against crotch stank?