Already you know what this newsletter is going to be about, GreenPepper has filled an entire paragraph of complaints about his present existence, this makes one thing clear: he got very little work done this past three weeks, to say modestly. After all, you didn't subscribe to GreenPepper's "Mein Kampf", you subscribed to Above the Catacombs. Regardless of that fact, I still view it as important to at least provide a general update on the state of affairs. This project and I are inseparable after all and although I'm not going to be talking about the latest movies I watched, I will discuss my health if it impacts the project.
Another thing I wanted to mention in this newsletter is a recent dream I had, which relates slightly with the project, although more with the concept "spin-off", Deep Fried. I would classify the dream as a mix between a "city dream" and a "dystopia dream". To further clarify, I have included definitions of each below, keep in mind that these definitions are based solely on my own dreams:
- City dream: A dream that revolves around a city, often fictional and depicted with surreal architecture. Usually the dreamer is given an informal tour of the city, which may include flyovers. The dreamer is almost always a stranger in the city and is often ignored, teased or targeted.
- Dystopia dream: A dream that takes place in a fictional dystopian society, can vary largely, but is typically an exaggerated consumerist nightmare or a bizarre Sovietesque state. Usually the dreamer finds themselves a prisoner of the society in one way or another. As with a city dream, the dreamer is by definition a stranger to the society and may feel intense alienation and hopelessness.
At night, the city was alight with red and yellow lights, like a carnival; arcade machines filled the streets. Trash was quite prevalent as well, but seemed a lot worse in the "restrooms". These single-user bathrooms were partially destroyed, sometimes it had no toilet at all, with a hole in the ground with leaky pipes. Water or some kind of liquid seemed to drip from every wall, the air smelled of boiled urine. It was in these bathrooms, I discovered the society used a kind of voice activated digital currency as I had to pay every minute I spent in the bathroom at rather high rates ($10 per minute), I paid for this by talking to the mirror. When I tried to use an elevator, I had discovered that it had been filled up with concrete and converted into another dilapidated restroom. The sink was completely smashed, the toilet bowl was cracked, the seat missing and a trash pile covered the floor, so I didn't bother going inside. This is where the dream ends or at least the point where it ceases to make sense and became just another "primitive exercise".
The main thing I got out of this particular dream was the cool-looking cylinder towers, which were maybe about 10 floors high. I'll try to utilize this image in Above the Catacombs somewhere. For all the discomforts and surreal disturbances of the dream world, I much prefer it over the real world.
Poll results for:
"What types of games do you like the most?"
This week's log (in hours)
- Writing: 2
- Writing: 1.5
- GreenPepper hasn't been feeling the greatest and has a weird dream.
- Week "148" Newsletter ("February 5, 2017")
- GreenPepper (lead developer)
Quote of the week:
"There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today." - Network (1976)