The Great Underground Empire is Here!

Posted in Updates on March 12, 2015 by chemiclord

Book 5 of the MegaTokyo: Endgames series is live for all platforms!

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Amazon Kindle and Paperback can be purchased here.

Nook readers can follow this link.  Of note, if you are completely unwilling to order through Amazon, you can also order the paperback through Barnes & Noble.

And for the first time, Kobo users can go here and be a part of the launch day as well!

Thank you again for all your support, and with luck it won’t be long until you can set off for The Isle of Donne!

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MegaTokyo: Endgames books for sale!

Posted in Updates on September 24, 2014 by chemiclord

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The Gate Series

Posted in Updates on January 29, 2014 by chemiclord

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On Elizabeth Warren’s Problem…

Posted in Grumblings on October 19, 2018 by chemiclord

Apologies for (once again) going political, but fuck it.  Here we go.

Senator Elizabeth Warren has a problem.  But not the one that mainstream media seems to be pushing.

It’s not that she lowered herself to Donald Trump’s level.  I think we’ve seen this story play out enough times that we should know there’s no smart play when Donald Trump decides to target you.  Like any elementary school bully, he’ll do whatever the hell he wants, and punch you in the crotch regardless of your response.  So, I’m not going to snarl and criticize that she didn’t pick the correct losing scenario.

It’s not that she invited a whole new round of racism on Native Americans.  Big business was building pipelines through their watersheds and big government was disenfranchising their votes and voices long before Senator Warren decided to declare she had a six to ten generations removed Native American ancestor.  And those things are going to keep happening long after she’s being lowered into the earth.

She is not responsible for the shit behavior of people looking for an excuse to be shit.  That’s just more blaming the victim crap that we aren’t supposed to be doing anymore.

But Senator Warren does have a problem.  And it’s one that she shares with a ton of families of predominately European descent, from sea to shining sea.

I’m sure every single person knows a family that claims to have some sort of Native American blood.  Hell, the overwhelming likelihood is that it’s their family.  Those stories are spread throughout said family like it some sort of mystic shaman ancestry where we could grow up to have magical powers that stem from our mysterious heritage.

We regard that real or imagined ancestry with some sort of awe that is patently ridiculous.  It’s not special.  It’s not a sign that we are somehow more sophisticated than our plain white brethren.  It’s not something to revere or speak of in hushed tones like it would somehow scandalize us to our neighbors.

And it certainly isn’t something you should be talking up by the time you’re in college, whether you tried to gain advantages from it or not.

On James Gunn…

Posted in Grumblings on August 1, 2018 by chemiclord

For anyone who is not familiar with who James Gunn is, he is an admittedly talented director responsible most recently for the very popular “Guardians of the Galaxy” series.  Recently, he was fired from that job after a handful of alt-right pundits with an axe to grind dug up decades old comments and tweets that were obviously terrible jokes and made such a huge fuss about them that Marvel’s parent company Disney couldn’t ignore them.

Recently, an on-line petition has arisen asking Disney to rehire him (which I’ll signal boost here).

But I personally will not sign it.

Why?  Because this is my personal protest against the Court of Public Opinion.

When we decided as a society that it was okay to dig up thoughts and expressions from decades past and that they were fair grounds for public shaming and job terminations, we should have considered the consequences of that.  We should have known that it was going to come back around and bite us in the ass.  We should have anticipated that it wasn’t just going to be “the enemy” that had skeletons in their closet, and had done or said some shitty, awful things in their past.

Hell, twenty-five years ago, I was a white teenage boy in the rural Midwest.  We now call that “Trump Country.”  I distinctly remember laughing at someone making a Nazi salute in a high school cafeteria.  I threw around “boy” and “son” towards the few minority people in the school like I was giving out Pez pieces.  And while I can’t remember a specific instance, I am 100% certain I dropped the n-word.  There’s simply no way in hell I didn’t.

And I have absolutely no doubt that if I ever get any sort of significant acclaim that it’ll all be thrown back in my face.  I’ve accepted that in advance.

When we went after Milo Yiannopoulos for comments about pedophilia being not all that bad some odd fifteen years back, when we tried to drag Trump about the Access Hollywood tape from even further back as if it was in any way relevant to the here and now… we opened the door for ourselves to be attacked in the exact same way.

That we apparently didn’t see it coming is the hilarious part.  And even more hilarious is that we didn’t even need to load that weapon and fire it.  Why the hell should we feel compelled to drag people for what they said fifteen years ago, when we can be dragging them for what they said fifteen minutes ago?

Sorry, Mr. Gunn, but you’re collateral damage in our society’s rush to outrage, and the bloodthirsty desire of the Court of Public Opinion to convict for any reason without any statute of limitations.

Maybe we’ll be smarter about this in the future, but I sincerely doubt it.

 

The Canterbury Traveler

Posted in Grumblings on July 18, 2018 by chemiclord

It’s not terribly often that a video game allows me to dip into my English Lit studies so blatantly, but Octopath Traveler for the Nintendo Switch isn’t your typical video game.

Square-Enix quite proudly declares that Octopath Traveler harkens back to the days of “old school RPGs,” and it indeed does that, both good and ill.  From the heavy grind elements, to the heavily padded play time created by the necessary grind, to the somewhat disjointed narrative elements, to the endless excuses the game presents to make you do anything but what you’re supposed to be doing… there’s a lot of things that modern games tend to not do, and for good reason.

Old-school RPGs generally did not respect a player’s time, and neither does Octopath Traveler.  Be prepared to either spend several days in deep marathon sessions, or be willing to spend months just taking it in piece by piece (and hope to remember just what you were trying to accomplish between sessions).

That said, there is definitely some good elements of old-school RPGs that I was happy to see again.  In many ways, the RPGs of those ol’ times were almost as much puzzle solvers as they were adventures.  Octopath Traveler brings that back in spades with a depth of turn-based combat I have not seen too many times before, if ever.  There is a delight of accomplishment in putting together a chain of attacks that completely turn the tide of battle that you really can’t do in the active time or hybrid combat that modern RPGs prefer to utilize.

The sprite artwork of the characters and environments doesn’t always mesh perfectly with the more modern particle and lighting effects the game uses, and if you’re prone to motion sickness, you might find the very obvious focus line as the scene shifts from foreground to background extremely jarring.  But said effects are breathtaking, especially in combat.

But honestly, the best analogy I could think of to describe Octopath Traveler is a Middle English long-form poem by Geoffrey Chaucer.

Much like the pilgrims in Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, the various stories of Octopath Traveler don’t overlap, and in fact have little to nothing to do with each other.  On one hand, having a game’s narrative that doesn’t have some central, puppet master type antagonist is a fairly novel one, and creates an illusion of a very big world, one in which no singular person could hope to wholly influence.

On the other hand, only the protagonist of any given story chapter will interact in said story (the other members of your party completely vanish outside of combat).  It can be jarring to suddenly lose those you had been fighting alongside up until that narrative step.  In fact, interactions between party members are restricted to occasional events in various pubs, and it feels like a tremendous missed opportunity to create a much more engaging narrative.

As a result, Octopath Traveler feels unfinished in a way, much like the poem that Chaucer was unable to complete.  It feels like there was so much more that could have been done to turn what is a very good RPG into a great one.

How much you enjoy Octopath Traveler will depend entirely on how much your enjoyment of “old school RPGs” is tainted by the rose colored glasses of nostalgia.  You’ll either be delighted by all the things that have slowly vanished from the genre… or be reminded why games aren’t really made this way anymore.

On the Role of Journalism…

Posted in Grumblings on July 12, 2018 by chemiclord

Between President Donald Trump’s “fake news” and the media’s constant hand wringing about the president’s “War on Journalism,” it really does feel like the people reporting the news have become as much of the story as the news itself.

As much as I am loathe to say that President Trump is right about anything, perhaps he has stumbled unwittingly on a very good point.

What good is professional journalism at this point?  What is it actually doing right now that isn’t already being done by less professional outlets for less cost and much more effectively?

I know the obvious answer is that the people are so poorly informed nowadays, but is that really true?  Or, I should say, are people really any more poorly informed than they ever have been?

Are the crazy conspiracy theorist, or the hate-filled ranting nutjob, or the inflexibly entrenched partisan really new things?  I’d say not really.  I think every single person can’t even count the number of horribly informed people they know using both hands and their toes, and that number probably really hasn’t particularly increased or decreased over the years.  Hell, the people you’re thinking of right now are probably even the same people you’d be thinking of twenty years ago.

Like with most things that are getting “worse” in our society, I’d contend that the only thing that’s really changed is how visible these terrible things in our society are.  Poorly informed people only seem worse now because there are so many more ways they can show their ass to the world than there used to be.

Mass media is failing not because people no longer care about the news.  It’s because the public no longer needs to pay someone (or serve as a receiver of advertising) to craft a slant, story, or opinion.  There are hundreds of “amateur” journalists or bloggers or newsgroup posters that are giving them the exact same level of “quality” but refined even further to hit the talking points they want to hear for a lot less time and/or monetary investment.

We no longer need journalists to tell a “story.”  Why go to Fox News at certain times of the day, when you can hit up The Blaze or The Raw Story or Breitbart at your leisure?  Why hit up The Guardian‘s website and be begged for money when you can get the same talking points (and get largely the same amount of garbage comments) just by following the right people on Twitter?

Now, with that said, I think journalists do potentially have a vital use… they just have to be willing to actually do it.

Journalists, in many ways, are the first responders of the media.  They have the quickest access to the actual facts of what has happened.  They have the most direct connection to the people who are actually responsible for the events we hear about.

We don’t need stories.  We need facts, and journalists remain our best and most effective way to get them.

This is Who Nintendo Labo is For

Posted in Grumblings with tags , on April 23, 2018 by chemiclord

When Nintendo Labo was announced, it received a mixed response, especially from the “hardcore gaming” world, bemoaning that this wasn’t at all for them, and who Nintendo was trying to cater to with such a childish toy.

Meet Jack.

Jack’s always been a creative sort.  There’s been more than one occasion where he has joined Fred and I at a convention booth, and just started cranking out drawing after drawing, or conjuring Frankenstein’s Monster-esque Lego contraptions, or… paper craft steering wheels for Mario Kart 8.

And this was his excitement when the big moment finally arrived.

This is who Nintendo Labo is for.  No, it’s not for the conventional gaming community, but you know what?  That’s perfectly fine.  Not everything has to be.  Sometimes, a game (and the experience that comes with it) can be for a 9-year-old kid who likes to make stuff.

The Problem with Racist Caricatures

Posted in Grumblings on April 21, 2018 by chemiclord

I’m going to be honest.  I haven’t watched the Simpsons in forever.  The shelf life of relevance on that show expired approximately 10 years ago, and no matter how much they keep dragging that lifeless corpse onto TV every Sunday, I will continue to aggressively not watch it.

However, I am keenly aware with Chief Wahoo.

Give me a moment to connect these two.

Chief Wahoo is, to put it bluntly, the atrociously racist mascot of the Cleveland Indians.

This guy.

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And this guy.

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And this guy, for posterity’s sake.

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The sort of mascot that makes white people think it’s okay to do stuff like this to defend it against its removal.

(And don’t even get me started with the Washington Redskins.  At least “Indians” isn’t a gross ethnic slur.)

The fervor against Chief Wahoo has been steadily boiling over, and it’s been engendering a steadily rising push back, centered around a defense that the Simpsons effectively invoke when finally confronted about their own little racist caricature that they’ve been running with for twenty years.

Yep.  The Simpsons asked the same stupid question that Cleveland Indians fans have asked repeatedly as the anger towards Chief Wahoo has stirred ever hotter.

“Why weren’t you upset about this years ago?”

It’s a dumb question because the answer is simple.  They were.  You just didn’t want to listen, so you tuned it out.  Now, thanks to social media amplifying even the quietest of voices, you can’t get away with it any more.  Now you have to face your casual racism, and you don’t like it.

I say, too bad.

To the writers of the Simpsons, do better.  To the Cleveland Indians, get rid of Chief Wahoo.  This is only hard because you want to pretend it is.

(I’d chastise the Washington team, but history has proven Dan Snyder is beyond shame.)

 

It’s Been A While…

Posted in Grumblings on April 15, 2018 by chemiclord

Yep, I know it’s been forever and a day since I updated, so as an apology, I suppose I should do something for the five readers I have.

Here; take a look at what I’ve been slowly working on, little snippets from my last title in the Endgames series, The Isle of Donne.

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