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the hex is silent

professional source code complainer, Pwnie Awards 2014 Best Song, will decipher ancient writing systems for free

Access to Odin photos is a privilege contingent on not being the reason I’m regretting the internet today.

English: native; Nederlands: nog niet helemaal vloeiend; 中文:走马观花

Amsterdam

pronouns
she/her

I wanted to draw attention to some specific gamedev art assets that I like and are on sale.

VectoRaith makes what is instantly recognizable as the 16x16 pixel top-down rpg look typified by Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, but with tilesets for many different biomes and several different cultural architecture styles, including China, the Middle East and Java. Sale ends tomorrow

vectoraith.itch.io/

Vexed makes a lot of pixel art assets in a few different styles, but I particularly like the "Chroma Noir" collection which is side-scrolling 1-bit abstract minimalism. Sale doesn't end until the end of the month

v3x3d.itch.io/

#gamedev #rpg #itchio #pixelart

itch.ioVectoRaith - itch.io

I heard fireworks in the distance at sunset. American immigrants, I wondered? Or Dutch kids perfectly happy to seize on the pretense of another country's sadsack holiday to dip into their illegal stash?

My husband glanced at his phone. "The Moroccans won their game."

Oh. That would do it 😅

I have never been so frustrated with my voice as I have been today, trying to record something of great personal importance to me and hearing how short my voice falls of the power and presence this speech deserves.

But my voice is, and always will be, no matter how many years I spend away, painfully American.

When I was a little girl, my mother told me about how amazing the 200th anniversary Fourth of July had been, and I was sad that I wasn't born yet. I realized that the next big anniversary would be the 250th, and I would be 38. How incredibly far off it seemed.

And how that joy and anticipation has crumbled to bitter ashes.

I am crying on the other side of the world, in the country where I was born, for the country that raised me and then rejected me.

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