#copycat moon pies

[heyhocloudy]

Copycat Moon Pies Recipe

These slightly crisp, cinnamon-flavored graham cracker cookies are dipped in a sweet chocolate glaze and sandwiched around a gooey marshmallow filling.

[fullcravings]

The Best Homemade Moon Pies

[yumenosakiacademy]

what if I found every instance where I use a voca song in my fandom mixes (there aren't many instances, surprisingly) n drew the chara/ship as the song...

Edit: I've abandoned this idea BUT a comprehensive list-l of every time I've used a voca song in a chara/ship mix (2 my knowledge, as some vids r deleted on youtube esp any hana no yume uploads also this includes small/incomplete/abandoned mixes)

Torahime- Aishite, Aishitez Aishite + Love Is War

[Bad end] Ren dm/md- disappearance of h4tsune m1ku + love love nightmare

Amahiko- ifuudoudou

Fur1na- world is mine + rolling girl

Faust mh/yk- witch hunt

murr- Nyanyanyan + ten faced

mratyn- [some maid song tht I can't read the Kanji of]

crockercorp family- childish war + evil food eater Conchita + full course for candy addictz

komah1na- because because because... + childhood blues

Junko- [...2 many 2 list,,,]

hajime/izuru (not a ship I mean as a single person)- bougainvillea don't bloom

kaw0shin- ikanaide

nanami- here and there + anti-gravities

m1domika- lonely number + I'm glad ur evil too

eichi- candle queen

Andr0medako- abandoned Stella + winter Daphne + galaxy record

madara- it's Matsuri hey come on!

yuri ddIc- scissorsroid + rotten girl grotesque romance + happy days

shu- purgatory and the canary girl

[bad end] clear- story about a poor rabbit

clear- goodbye to a world + sad machine + moons

monika- carol + love love nightmare + rotten girl grotesque romance + cupid.exe

yuri (yar1bu)- francium

america- underdog supremacy

saku- carol

Masumi- carol

Fujisaki (yar1bu)- my R

oddballs- TORMENT + witch hunt

ramuda- stop nagging me!

makoto m1ta- evil food eater conchita

Midori- suicide song + po pi po

fauchereve- Aishite aishite aishite + appetite of a people pleaser + carol

2p engIand- carol + a lie and a stuffed animal

[REDACTED/CANT SAY]- hide and seek

poland- [some song I can't read the Kanji 4 but it's a v not well known song]

noecIaire- Moons

Lou1shin- Moons

gin- nyanyanyanya + wan wan o + ]song I can't read the Kanji of but uts not well known]

sky factory series- po pi po

sou yt/td- cause I'm a liar + liar dance + poker face + game of life + the chattering lack of common sense

faris- nyanyanyanya

Tsumugi DR- copycat + rip in the gossip sea + brain revolution girl + colorbars + broadcast illusion

birthday cake cookie- birthday song for miku

spider family- u r a useless child + honeyim home + mind brand [instrumental]

jyush1matsu- francium

Lawren- twilight homicide song

Anthony sh0re- drop pop candy

Mag1cal strike france- no thank u

Raphael a3- ikanaide

asmo- sweet devil

Chron0ir- I'm glad ur evil too

mayoi- suicide melody + rampaging lolitaholic

venticest- last words

hu ta0- corpse dance + hold rakshasa corpse

medao- ikanaide + Astral travel

Coco k1ryu- news 39

Pa1mon- poppin candy fever

cv-02- wan wan o

Misumi- nyanyanyanya

sora enstarz- yellow

Taichi- yellow

Aster- the vampire

n4tsume ryu- francium

thr girl n guy from cyberpunk anime- Moons

mayu slow dmg- yi er fanclub

Undertaker- hold rakshasa corpse

AIois- honey I'm home + tarantula + aishite aishite aishite

cIivejill- moons

[thatoneguywithoutamustache]

Copycat Moon Pies These slightly crisp, graham cracker cookies flavored with the faintest bit of cinnamon are sandwiched around a chewy marshmallow filling and dipped in a sweet chocolate glaze.

[navystims]

Rei ayanami from neon evangelion genesis recipe kit for @stimnasium !

Savoury Recipes:

Cream roasted swede soup (Veggie)

Cozy Autumn Wild Rice Soup (Veggie)

Sweet Sour Tofu Veggie Stir Fry (Veggie)

Meyer Lemon Avocado Toast (Veggie)

Tantanmen Ramen (vegan)

Drinks:

Classic iced coffee

Sweet Recipes:

Black Sesame Cookies 黒胡麻クッキー

Copycat Moon Pies

[kneipho]

Submitted by @mantrabay​

Echos Of A Shady Past.

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.

This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.

The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric wires cackle in the rusty leaves.

“Night owls like us should be wary.”

Ellie sighs in a shudder as her sniffling nose warps her every word.

“Yes……Ellie, watch your every step or we could be joining our Uncle Denny and Auntie Diane in that eternal place in the sky, that is, if there is one.” Ester countered with a ghost- laden voice.

“Heavens above or heaven on earth your faith or is it fate is sealed in another world?”

Ester continued dryly.

A loose tile suddenly drops in front of both of them as they approach the rotting front door of this old period home

with its spaced windows, dripping eaves, and contoured outlines.

“Focus that torch of yours, Ellie.

Look at how evenly split those tiles are.

The hidden hand of a superior being no doubt.” The moon peeps behind the clouds almost in sync with Ester‘s edgy broadside.

Ellie smirks nervously as they both tread the damp dark hallway with its crumbling structures and sinister undertone.

“Auntie Diane and Uncle Denny used to poke fun at our squabbles when we were caring for them.

Like ourselves they were natural mimics.

They loved copycatting our voices just as we did when imitating them.”

Ellie’s tone a haunting echo reverberating around the interior of this latter day cave.

“Oddly enough Diane always had her worry beads with her. But our impish banter offset her angst. Auntie’s ripples of laughter at the two of us proved that.”

Ellie once more stressing a point.

"Indeed.” Ester concurred. "Denny was more unearthly in his asides.”

Pictures, CDS and other personal belongings seemed either to appear out of nowhere or were left strewn as if they had been planted deliberately.

“Ester…where are you? My walks,…My walks….I know you are hiding on me.”

Ellie’s mischievous giggle now a misty cacophony in imitation of uncle Denny’s sonorous voice.

"The joker within me surfaces despite myself.”

Ellie deadpans.

"Joker or perhaps a lurking scruple or two.”

Ester replied as she cast her auntie Diane’s scapulars at Ellie which she had just spotted on the floor next to a Light Emission Diode gadget.

This religious object somehow missed its target.

"Far too long brewing that coffee.

Are you making that Percolator?”

Ester assuming her aunt Diane’s plummy twang.

Within seconds a swirling witch’s brew of Diane and Denny voices filled the air in grotesque mockery as the sisters taunt each other in rotation.

“You are holding on too tightly, Diane. I need a rest, Uncle Denny.”

Ellie calls for an immediate halt to this hair-raising escapade.

“We both cared for our relatives as best we could.“ Ellie observes against this web of suspense.

“Diane with her plain dress sense at odds with her aura loved to drop oblique hints about delays. Oh…. and that rocking chair.”

Ellie opined. “All an act too…she was never glued to it when it suited. The sudden movements and those long- range controlling beams from her peepers.”

Ellie darkly noted.

"As for Denny and his colour scheme clothing. He was always nudging Diane when we stared at each other. They had an inkling as to when you and I would row over the Eternal Life question…..or some other state beyond this earth.”

Ester her voice now saturated with the dampness of this old house.

“The 13 BEAVER VEIL BROUHAHA.”

Ester as she adds another spine-tingling quip to the proceedings.

“They loved our spats.”

Ellie whispers amid the sound of scurrying mice and sinister splish-splash of ceiling leaks.

"This hovel could still be the death of us literally.

It has decayed since our last visit.”

The sisters’ voices now merge as one.

For whatever reason Ellie seemed to be curiously familiar with this dwelling despite the fact that it was supposed to be their first visit in six months.

Ester’s suspicions had been heightened every minute they spent in this abode.

Diane and Denny had a special sense of attachment to this house despite the best wishes of their caretakers.

The elders revelled in this old home and its ghastly….indeed ghostly choir of sounds from the mists of time.

"Have you the gumption to climb these stairs?

After all, the way things are going this could be our last chance to peer around Diane and Denny’s rooms.” Ellie’s wet croak vent in the ascendant.

“Wouldn’t be too sure about the lights unless there’s Divine Light.”

Ester and Ellie jostling with each other.

A pregnant silence ensued followed by spooky giggles.

Ester and Ellie climb the stairs carefully eyeing their surroundings while they take big gulps of dank mould air.

This was no time for either to lose their balance.

Suddenly a burst of thunder and a scattered moonlit beam meld with Ester’s frightened shriek.

"Ellie, am I seeing things? It’s the rocking chair. Is that where you left it the last time?…..on the top of the stairs.” Ester now frantic.

“Now you might believe in a higher power ….er…gosh.” Gasps Ellie.

"There’s a faint outline in the chair. Apparition or spirit.” Ellie again.

"Where’s my tea? Aren’t you going to read to me? Are you two still at it?”

Diane’s voice or its like as it flits from spot to spot.

"Ellie please not now ….oh no is that Denny?”

Ester was almost possessed.

Denny was seemingly speaking through her in retaliation.

"I’m here, those delays, feeling guilty are we?” Was I that much trouble?”

The rocking chair was tilting back and forth as if it was about to tumble.

The ceiling plaster crashes as Ellie and Ester grab each other before heading back downstairs.

They dash to the front door which Ellie had forgotten to shut.

It looked as if the door was going to close of its own accord.

The rocking chair was now at the foot of the stairs as they just managed to squeeze past the closing door without being trapped.

Just!

” Keep running.”

Ellie her words nearly choking her.

Out the gate and down the main road they fled against a bizarre backdrop of strange whirlpool noises emanating from the house they had barely escaped.

“Phew that was close….I never want that experience again.” Ester blurts.

“You seemed to know the house much better than I did?“ Ester again in an arched tone.

“You haven’t been out there by yourself within the last six months?”

Ester posing the question again suspiciously.

“Oh…..oh…no….that God is my witness.”

Ellie gleams with her ironic religious retort.

And the moon peeps out again from behind the clouds as Ellie and Ester continue to flee.

Their fearful laughter mingling with beads of sweat that segue into the frost encrusted air for miles around.

mantrabay photograph and short story copyright protected

I’d like to thank you for reading and assessing my work.

[mantrabay]

Echoes Of A Shady Past.

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.

This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.

The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric wires cackle in the rusty leaves.

"Night owls like us should be wary.”

Ellie sighs in a shudder as her sniffling nose warps her every word.

"Yes......Ellie, watch your every step or we could be joining our Uncle Denny and Auntie Diane in that eternal place in the sky, that is, if there is one.” Ester countered with a ghost- laden voice.

"Heavens above or heaven on earth your faith or is it fate is sealed in another world.”

Ester continued dryly.

A loose tile suddenly drops in front of both of them as they approach the rotting front door of this old period home

with its spaced windows, dripping eaves, and contoured outlines.

"Focus that torch of yours, Ellie.

Look at how evenly split those tiles are.

The hidden hand of a superior being no doubt.” The moon peeps behind the clouds almost in sync with Ester‘s edgy broadside.

Ellie smirks nervously as they both tread the damp dark hallway with its crumbling structures and sinister undertone.

“Auntie Diane and Uncle Denny used to poke fun at our squabbles when we were caring for them.

Like ourselves they were natural mimics.

They loved copycatting our voices just as we did when imitating them.”

Ellie's tone a haunting echo reverberating around the interior of this latter day cave.

"Oddly enough Diane always had her worry beads with her. But our impish banter offset her angst. Auntie’s ripples of laughter at the two of us proved that.”

Ellie once more stressing a point.

"Indeed.” Ester concurred. "Denny was more unearthly in his asides.”

Pictures, CDS and other personal belongings seemed either to appear out of nowhere or were left strewn as if they had been planted deliberately.

“Ester...where are you? My walks,...My walks....I know you are hiding on me.”

Ellie’s mischievous giggle now a misty cacophony in imitation of uncle Denny’s sonorous voice.

"The joker within me surfaces despite myself.”

Ellie deadpans.

"Joker or perhaps a lurking scruple or two.”

Ester replied as she cast her auntie Diane’s scapulars at Ellie which she had just spotted on the floor next to a Light Emission Diode gadget.

This religious object somehow missed its target.

"Far too long brewing that coffee.

Are you making that Percolator?"

Ester assuming her aunt Diane's plummy twang.

Within seconds a swirling witch's brew of Diane and Denny voices filled the air in grotesque mockery as the sisters taunt each other in rotation.

“You are holding on too tightly, Diane. I need a rest Uncle Denny.”

Ellie calls for an immediate halt to this hair-raising escapade.

“We both cared for our relatives as best we could." Ellie observes against this web of suspense.

“Diane with her plain dress sense at odds with her aura loved to drop oblique hints about delays. Oh.... and that rocking chair.”

Ellie opined. “All an act too...she was never glued to it when it suited. The sudden movements and those long- range controlling beams from her peepers.”

Ellie darkly noted.

"As for Denny and his colour scheme clothing. He was always nudging Diane when we stared at each other. They had an inkling as to when you and I would row over the Eternal Life question.....or some other state beyond this earth."

Ester her voice now saturated with the dampness of this old house.

"The 13 BEAVER VEIL BROUHAHA.”

Ester as she adds another spine-tingling quip to the proceedings.

“They loved our spats.”

Ellie whispers amid the sound of scurrying mice and sinister splish-splash of ceiling leaks.

"This hovel could still be the death of us literally.

It has decayed since our last visit.”

The sisters' voices now merge as one.

For whatever reason Ellie seemed to be curiously familiar with this dwelling despite the fact that it was supposed to be their first visit in six months.

Ester’s suspicions had been heightened every minute they spent in this abode.

Diane and Denny had a special sense of attachment to this house despite the best wishes of their caretakers.

The elders revelled in this old home and its ghastly....indeed ghostly choir of sounds from the mists of time.

"Have you the gumption to climb these stairs?

After all, the way things are going this could be our last chance to peer around Diane and Denny's rooms."

Ellie’s wet croak vent in the ascendant.

"Wouldn't be too sure about the lights unless there's Divine Light.”

Ester and Ellie jostling with each other.

A pregnant silence ensued followed by spooky giggles.

Ester and Ellie climb the stairs carefully eyeing their surroundings while they take big gulps of dank mould air.

This was no time for either to lose their balance.

Suddenly a burst of thunder and a scattered moonlit beam meld with Ester’s frightened shriek.

"Ellie, am I seeing things? It's the rocking chair. Is that where you left it the last time?.....on the top of the stairs." Ester now frantic.

"Now you might believe in a higher power ,,,er...gosh.” Gasps Ellie.

"There's a faint outline in the chair. Apparition or spirit.” Ellie again.

"Where's my tea? Aren't you going to read to me? Are you two still at it?”

Diane's voice or its like as it flits from spot to spot.

"Ellie please not now ….oh no is that Denny?”

Ester was almost possessed.

Denny was seemingly speaking through her in retaliation.

"I'm here, those delays, feeling guilty are we?” Was I that much trouble?”

The rocking chair was tilting back and forth as if it was about to tumble.

The ceiling plaster crashes as Ellie and Ester grab each other before heading back downstairs.

They dash to the front door which Ellie had forgotten to shut.

It looked as if the door was going to close of its own accord.

The rocking chair was now at the foot of the stairs as they just managed to squeeze past the closing door without being trapped.

Just!

" Keep running.”

Ellie her words nearly choking her.

Out the gate and down the main road they fled against a bizarre backdrop of strange whirlpool noises emanating from the house they had barely escaped.

"Phew that was close....I never want that experience again." Ester blurts.

“You seemed to know the house much better than I did?" Ester again in an arched tone.

“You haven't been out there by yourself within the last six months?"

Ester posing the question again suspiciously.

"Oh.....oh...no….that God is my witness.”

Ellie gleams with her ironic religious retort.

And the moon peeps out again from behind the clouds as Ellie and Ester continue to flee.

Their fearful laughter mingling with beads of sweat that segue into the frost encrusted air for miles around.

Photograph and short story copyright protected by mantrabay

[creedatelier]

Echoes Of A Shady Past.

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.

This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.

The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric wires cackle in the rusty leaves.

"Night owls like us should be wary.”

Ellie sighs in a shudder as her sniffling nose warps her every word.

"Yes......Ellie, watch your every step or we could be joining our Uncle Denny and Auntie Diane in that eternal place in the sky, that is, if there is one.” Ester countered with a ghost- laden voice.

"Heavens above or heaven on earth your faith or is it fate is sealed in another world.”

Ester continued dryly.

A loose tile suddenly drops in front of both of them as they approach the rotting front door of this old period home

with its spaced windows, dripping eaves, and contoured outlines.

"Focus that torch of yours, Ellie.

Look at how evenly split those tiles are.

The hidden hand of a superior being no doubt.” The moon peeps behind the clouds almost in sync with Ester‘s edgy broadside..

Ellie smirks nervously as they both tread the damp dark hallway with its crumbling structures and sinister undertone.

"Auntie Diane and Uncle Denny used to poke fun at our squabbles when we were caring for them.

Like ourselves they were natural mimics.

They loved copycatting our voices just as we did when imitating them.”

Ellie's tone a haunting echo reverberating around the interior of this latter day cave.

"Oddly enough Diane always had her worry beads with her. But our impish banter offset her angst. Auntie’s ripples of laughter at the two of us proved that.”

Ellie once more stressing a point

"Indeed.” Ester concurred. "Denny was more unearthly in his asides.”

Pictures, CDS and other personal belongings seemed either to appear out of nowhere or were left strewn as if they had been planted deliberately.

“Ester...where are you ? My walks,...My walks....I know you are hiding on me.”

Ellie’s mischievous giggle now a misty cacophony in imitation of uncle Denny’s sonorous voice.

"The joker within me surfaces despite myself.”

Ellie deadpans.

"Joker or perhaps a lurking scruple or two.”

Ester replied as she cast her auntie Diane’s scapulars at Ellie which she had just spotted on the floor next to a Light Emission Diode gadget.

This religious object somehow missed its target.

"Far too long brewing that coffee.

Are you making that Percolator?"

Ester assuming her aunt Diane's plummy twang.

Within seconds a swirling witch's brew of Diane and Denny voices filled the air in grotesque mockery as the sisters taunt each other in rotation.

“You are holding on too tightly, Diane. I need a rest Uncle Denny.”

Ellie calls for an immediate halt to this hair-raising escapade.

“We both cared for our relatives as best we could." Ellie observes against this web of suspense.

“Diane with her plain dress sense at odds with her aura loved to drop oblique hints about delays. Oh.... and that rocking chair.”

Ellie opined. “All an act too...she was never glued to it when it suited. The sudden movements and those long- range controlling beams from her peepers.”

Ellie darkly noted.

"As for Denny and his colour scheme clothing. He was always nudging Diane when we stared at each other. They had an inkling as to when you and I would row over the Eternal Life question.....or some other state beyond this earth."

Ester her voice now saturated with the dampness of this old house.

"The 13 BEAVER VEIL BROUHAHA.”

Ester as she adds another spine-tingling quip to the proceedings.

“They loved our spats.”

Ellie whispers amid the sound of scurrying mice and sinister splish-splash of ceiling leaks.

"This hovel could still be the death of us literally.

It has decayed since our last visit.”

The sisters' voices now merge as one.

For whatever reason Ellie seemed to be curiously familiar with this dwelling despite the fact that it was supposed to be their first visit in six months.

Ester’s suspicions had been heightened every minute they spent in this abode.

Diane and Denny had a special sense of attachment to this house despite the best wishes of their caretakers.

The elders revelled in this old home and its ghastly....indeed ghostly choir of sounds from the mists of time.

"Have you the gumption to climb these stairs?

After all, the way things are going this could be our last chance to peer around Diane and Denny's rooms." Ellie’s wet croak vent in the ascendant.

"Wouldn't be too sure about the lights unless there's Divine Light.”

Ester and Ellie jostling with each other.

A pregnant silence ensued followed by spooky giggles.

Ester and Ellie climb the stairs carefully eyeing their surroundings while they take big gulps of dank mould air.

This was no time for either to lose their balance.

Suddenly a burst of thunder and a scattered moonlit beam meld with Ester’s frightened shriek.

"Ellie, am I seeing things? It's the rocking chair. Is that where you left it the last time?.....on the top of the stairs." Ester now frantic.

"Now you might believe in a higher power ,,,er...gosh.” Gasps Ellie.

"There's a faint outline in the chair. Apparition or spirit.” Ellie again.

"Where's my tea? Aren't you going to read to me? Are you two still at it?”

Diane's voice or its like as it flits from spot to spot.

"Ellie please not now ….oh no is that Denny?”

Ester was almost possessed.

Denny was seemingly speaking through her in retaliation.

"I'm here, those delays, feeling guilty are we?” Was I that much trouble?”

The rocking chair was tilting back and forth as if it was about to tumble.

The ceiling plaster crashes as Ellie and Ester grab each other before heading back downstairs.

They dash to the front door which Ellie had forgotten to shut.

It looked as if the door was going to close of its own accord.

The rocking chair was now at the foot of the stairs as they just managed to squeeze past the closing door without being trapped .

Just!

" Keep running.”

Ellie her words nearly choking her.

Out the gate and down the main road they fled against a bizarre backdrop of strange whirlpool noises emanating from the house they had barely escaped.

"Phew that was close....I never want that experience again." Ester blurts.

"You seemed to know the house much better than I did?" Ester again in an arched tone.

“You haven't been out there by yourself within the last six months?"

Ester posing the question again suspiciously.

"Oh.....oh...no….that God is my witness.”

Ellie gleams with her ironic religious retort.

And the moon peeps out again from behind the clouds as Ellie and Ester continue to flee.

Their fearful laughter mingling with beads of sweat that segue into the frost encrusted air for miles around.

#creedatelier

mantrabay photograph and prose poem copyright protected

[gamersdugrenier]

Depuis quelques années, les grands enfants frustrés que nous étions ayant atteint la quarantaine et plus, les jeux rétros ont connu un regain d’intérêt puisque pour certains nous pouvions enfin nous les acheter !

Dans le même temps, toute une vague de nouveaux jeux destinés aux vielles machines sont apparus; certains programmés par des amateurs de toujours et d’autres par de nouveaux venus sur la scène du “homebrew”.

Comment s’y retrouver ?

Dans le tas nous pouvons distinguer plusieurs catégories principales :

– les copycat, ou les jeux qui repompent à l’infini les principes de grands jeux existants mais que tout joueur d’époque a dit un jour :”quand je serai grand, je programmerai moi-même mon “Mario, Sonic, Zelda, etc…” (il existe plein de kits de développement “grand public” qui simplifient la tâche comme NesMaker…)

– les nouveautés aux principes de jeux issus de cerveaux malades mais géniaux sur lesquels les éditeurs mainstream n’auraient jamais misé par peur de l’échec commercial. La plupart de ces jeux ont un gameplay issus des limitations hardware du support que les jeunes programmeurs découvrent (quand on a que 8, 16 ou 40ko il faut être inventif).

– les “de-make” qui sont l’opposé des “re-make”, c’est à dire : des jeux initialement sortis sur des supports plus modernes  et qui sont portés sur des consoles plus anciennes par des groupes de fans

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(par exemple les jeux Final Fantasy VII et Resident Evil   qui on été “de-make” de la Playstation à la NES).

  -les jeux que je classe ironiquement sous l’appellation “re-make équitables” qui sont des portages HD de vieux jeux pixellisés mais qui ne changent pas un poil de fion au jeu d’origine. Je vous enjoins à regarder 4 de ces exemples dans  cette vidéo de la chaîne “old-school is beautiful”.

– les opportunistes : ceux qui créent des cartouches qui tournent artificiellement sur des vieux hardware mais qui exécutent des cartouches survitaminées au CHIPs multicore pour vendre leur jeu une petite fortune comme toutes les nouvelles productions NEO-GEO qui sont des jeux Dreamcast basés sur du code PC (mais non, ce n’est pas une attaque… non j’ai pas les boules… non, vraiment…). En fait je ne devrais pas m’emballer comme ça car après tout, c’est déjà ce que faisait StarFox (StarWing en Europe) en n’utilisant la SNES que comme simple source de courant électrique vu que c’est le Super-FX qui faisait tout !

Et si on n’a plus nos vraies vieilles consoles ?

Pour supporter ces jeux (retro ou neo-retro), les moyens se multiplient avec en plus de la classique émulation ou sur Raspberry Pi:

-les rééditions de consoles en version HD (plus ou moins officielles) permettant d’utiliser nos anciennes cartouches (et nos everdrives…)

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-les rééditions de consoles en version HD et miniaturisées mais avec un catalogue fermé. (Notez qu’à chaque fois il n’a pas fallut attendre plus de quelques jours pour quelques hacks sortent et permettent d’ajouter de nouveaux jeux et fonctionnalités.)

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Et si on cherche juste des vieilles sensations ?

Il y a pléthore de jeux au look retro sur les plateformes actuelles et certains savent jouer sur plusieurs ambiances comme “The Messenger” ou  “Bloodstained, Curse of the Moon”…

L’esthétique  entre deux mondes y rejoint le gameplay à l’ancienne pour le bonheur de tous et surtout sur nos PCs et consoles modernes.

Le site “Sens Critique” a fait une liste de 126 jeux Neo-Retro dont beaucoup vous sont certainement connus, on y retrouve bien évidemment le fameux “Super Meat Boy”.

Si vous me  permettez un avis , évitez les reboots car peu savent avancer tout en gardant le “sel” de l’original mis à part “WonderBoy, The Dragon’s Trap” qui sublime le genre.

Et si on concluait ?

Ok, il ne me reste donc plus qu’à attendre vos avis, commentaires et compléments…

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Le neo-retrogaming, faire du neuf pour du vieux ! Depuis quelques années, les grands enfants frustrés que nous étions ayant atteint la quarantaine et plus, les jeux rétros ont connu un regain d'intérêt puisque pour certains nous pouvions enfin nous les acheter !

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no one asked but here are my top ten + other favourite releases of 2017:

the wolf - siames

dead end in tokyo - man with a mission

sand planet - hatsune miku

skin to skin - luhan

circle’s dream - subin

savage - lights

help - 10cm

everybody gets high - missio

dark side - bishop briggs

trust - boy epic

4 o’clock - bts

i wait - day6

what can i do - day6

i like me better - lauv

copycat - billie eilish

miracle - the score

attention - charlie puth

rollin’ - brave girls

flower - vav

glory - bastille

havana - camila cabello

writer in the dark - lorde

slow hands - niall horan

ending credit - uhm jung hwa

black - lee hyori

seoul - lee hyori

iii - foster the people

pay the man - foster the people 

selfish - virginia to vegas

kiss bang - grandson

spring day - bts

pied piper - bts

velvet - exid (LE)

alice - exid (junghwa)

creature comfort - arcade fire

believer - imagine dragons

high enough - k.flay

dream in a dream - ten (nct)

loves me, loves me not - hong jin young

love me love me - winner

island - winner

scare u - charly bliss

dirty dirty - charlotte cardin

jazzclub - boa

eclipse - kim lip

dinosaur - akmu

sign of the times - harry styles

x back - lay

bodak yellow - cardi b

remember - 9muses

honeymoon - bap

1.2.3 - b.i.g

on your way down - the jungle giants

people always say - the jungle giants

running 2 u - nct

sun and moon - nct

24/7 - the neighbourhood

down - marian hill

feel it still - portugal. the man

reminding me - shawn hook ft. vanessa hudgens

swimming fool - seventeen

where are you - clc

change - rm, wale

dumb dumb - jane jang, giantpink, perc%nt

plz don’t be sad - highlight

sorry - the rose

[mantrabay]

Echoes Of A Shady Past Upgrade

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.

This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.

The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric wires cackle in the rusty leaves.

"Night owls like us should be wary.”

Ellie sighs in a shudder as her sniffling nose warps her every word.

"Yes......Ellie, watch your every step or we could be joining our Uncle Denny and Auntie Diane in that eternal place in the sky, that is, if there is one.” Ester countered with a ghost- laden voice.

"Heavens above or heaven on earth your faith or is it fate is sealed in another world.”

Ester continued dryly.

A loose tile suddenly drops in front of both of them as they approach the rotting front door of this old period home

with its spaced windows, dripping eaves, and contoured outlines.

"Focus that torch of yours, Ellie.

Look at how evenly split those tiles are.

The hidden hand of a superior being no doubt.”

The moon peeps behind the clouds almost in sync with Ester‘s edgy broadside..

Ellie smirks nervously as they both tread the damp dark hallway with its crumbling structures and sinister undertone.

“Auntie Diane and Uncle Denny used to poke fun at our squabbles when we were caring for them.

Like ourselves they were natural mimics.

They loved copycatting our voices just as we did when imitating them.”

Ellie's tone a haunting echo reverberating around the interior of this latter day cave.

"Oddly enough Diane always had her worry beads with her. But our impish banter offset her angst. Auntie’s ripples of laughter at the two of us proved that.”

Ellie once more stressing a point

"Indeed.” Ester concurred.

"Denny was more unearthly in his asides.”

Pictures, CDS and other personal belongings seemed either to appear out of nowhere or were left strewn as if they had been planted deliberately.

“Ester...where are you ? My walks,...My walks....I know you are hiding on me.”

Ellie’s mischievous giggle now a misty cacophony in imitation of uncle Denny’s sonorous voice.

"The joker within me surfaces despite myself.”

Ellie deadpans.

"Joker or perhaps a lurking scruple or two.”

Ester replied as she cast her auntie Diane’s scapulars at Ellie which she had just spotted on the floor next to a Light Emission Diode gadget.

This religious object somehow missed its target.

"Far too long brewing that coffee.

Are you making that Percolator?"

Ester assuming her aunt Diane's plummy twang.

Within seconds a swirling witch's brew of Diane and Denny voices filled the air in grotesque mockery as the sisters taunt each other in rotation.

“You are holding on too tightly, Diane. I need a rest Uncle Denny.”

Ellie calls for an immediate halt to this hair-raising escapade.

“We both cared for our relatives as best we could." Ellie observes against this web of suspense.

“Diane with her plain dress sense at odds with her aura loved to drop oblique hints about delays.

Oh.... and that rocking chair.”

Ellie opined. “All an act too...she was never glued to it when it suited. The sudden movements and those long- range controlling beams from her peepers.”

Ellie darkly noted.

"As for Denny and his colour scheme clothing. He was always nudging Diane when we stared at each other. They had an inkling as to when you and I would row over the Eternal Life question.....or some other state beyond this earth."

Ester her voice now saturated with the dampness of this old house.

"The 13 BEAVER VEIL BROUHAHA.”

Ester as she adds another spine-tingling quip to the proceedings.

“They loved our spats.”

Ellie whispers amid the sound of scurrying mice and sinister splish-splash of ceiling leaks.

"This hovel could still be the death of us literally.

It has decayed since our last visit.”

The sisters' voices now merge as one.

For whatever reason Ellie seemed to be curiously familiar with this dwelling despite the fact that it was supposed to be their first visit in six months.

Ester’s suspicions had been heightened every minute they spent in this abode.

Diane and Denny had a special sense of attachment to this house despite the best wishes of their caretakers.

The elders revelled in this old home and its ghastly....indeed ghostly choir of sounds from the mists of time.

"Have you the gumption to climb these stairs?

After all, the way things are going this could be our last chance to peer around Diane and Denny's rooms."

Ellie’s wet croak vent in the ascendant.

"Wouldn't be too sure about the lights unless there's Divine Light.”

Ester and Ellie jostling with each other.

A pregnant silence ensued followed by spooky giggles.

Ester and Ellie climb the stairs carefully eyeing their surroundings while they take big gulps of dank mould air.

This was no time for either to lose their balance.

Suddenly a burst of thunder and a scattered moonlit beam meld with Ester’s frightened shriek.

"Ellie, am I seeing things? It's the rocking chair. Is that where you left it the last time?.....on the top of the stairs." Ester now frantic.

"Now you might believe in a higher power ...er...gosh.” Gasps Ellie.

"There's a faint outline in the chair. Apparition or spirit.” Ellie again.

"Where's my tea? Aren't you going to read to me? Are you two still at it?”

Diane's voice or its like as it flits from spot to spot.

"Ellie please not now ….oh no is that Denny?”

Ester was almost possessed.

Denny was seemingly speaking through her in retaliation.

"I'm here, those delays, feeling guilty are we?” Was I that much trouble?”

The rocking chair was tilting back and forth as if it was about to tumble.

The ceiling plaster crashes as Ellie and Ester grab each other before heading back downstairs.

They dash to the front door which Ellie had forgotten to shut.

It looked as if the door was going to close of its own accord.

The rocking chair was now at the foot of the stairs as they just managed to squeeze past the closing door without being trapped .

Just!

" Keep running.”

Ellie her words nearly choking her.

Out the gate and down the main road they fled against a bizarre backdrop of strange whirlpool noises emanating from the house they had barely escaped.

"Phew that was close....I never want that experience again." Ester blurts.

"You seemed to know the house much better than I did?" Ester again in an arched tone.

“You haven't been out there by yourself within the last six months?"

Ester posing the question again suspiciously.

"Oh.....oh...no….that God is my witness.”

Ellie gleams with her ironic religious retort.

And the moon peeps out again from behind the clouds as Ellie and Ester continue to flee.

Their fearful laughter mingling with beads of sweat that segue into the frost encrusted air for miles around.

Photograph and short story by mantrabay copyright protected