Posted by azngeek at May 12th, 2007

Well first and foremost. I am proud to announce that, the first ever Azngeek.com game is going to be released to an azngeek.com near you. Which would technically just be this site that you are currently viewing. And seeing how most of you people are just my imaginary-make-believe readers I’d like to think that you people would all be ecstatic of this groundbreaking mindblowing news. If you aren’t. Well. With my dictator-like-iron-fist-ruling, I shall unimagine you imaginary readers who oppose me and my words into oblivion. *please insert devious insidious laughter of your preference here* Oh yes. As I was saying. Rubixcube the azngeek version will be coming out sometime this year hopefuly. The game already works, just there’s some tweaking and stuff going on. Programming was done by my main man Alex, the latest addition to the azngeek.com family. He’s also an accelerated engineering student.

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Here’s a demo of the .exe file. Of a rubix cube being mixed and then solved under 5 seconds.

rubiks_cube_demo.exe

This file is just to showcase what is actually going to be in the game. Just a 3D rubix cube that can be solved using the controls we have specified. For the .exe of the demo, you might like to press end to slow down or home to speed up the demo.

Details on the final version will be posted later on.

And now. Time for me to move on to poking fun at emo/goth people, by portraying myself as one. Because I can. And engineering depresses me immensely.

*start out of character persona here*

The glimmer in those eyes. They are gone. Everything has become black and white. Mundane. Life is going backwards. It’s a constant struggle of one step forward and two steps back. The sadist cycle I seem to have so willingly taken upon myself. I see it happen. I have grasped and understood it. But it just can’t be stopped. It just can’t. I have tried countless times. To end it. Put a stop to it. But everytime I fall, and get back up on my feet, I lose a little bit more of myself.

In the mirror. I no longer recognize the stranger who stands before me. I just see a shadow of a man who has seen and done things that he’s not been proud of. That shadow who lurks and pretends pitifully to be autonomous and completely ostracized from the wheels of events that have started. Of series of events that he started directly or indirectly, even by just being silent. Even just by being silent.

Regrets wash over. “Regrets are for fools” a man he once was would have said. Who’s the fool now.

Behind those curtains. Behind his apparent multifaceted masks he wears. Behind those values he once thought he held and still pretends to hold with dear life. For he is afraid of the bleakness if he lets go of those values that he once thought gave him strength. What shall happen to this fool. To him. To me.

The void. That emptiness. It constantly grows. With the deceit and the lies. And it hurts. Constantly. The pain. It’s reached scales where it borders the line of ecstasy as the endorphins rush through his veins. To ease the pain. Ironic. Life is the drug that he no longer wants or needs. That I no longer want or need. The high of living. Long has been replaced by the withdrawal symptoms. Of the need to just let go. To emancipate.

I know. He knows. I know. That even when he is tired, he can’t sleep, even when he is hungry, he can’t eat, even when he tries. It just hurts. It just hurts to be me.

*ends out of persona character*

So people. What did you think of that piece of verbal thrash. I thought instead of a parody of some ideas that I found absolutely hirarious which tickled my eedy-beedy-heart, I’d try something darker. Gloomier.

Signing off,

Azngeek