#ghost town project

[gmanmedias]

I LOVE IT THAT YOU'RE SO CREEPY!

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Streber (Spooky Month) for anon!

[the-mingling-dating-sim]

so i’m gonna finally say something more about the game. i’ve kinda abandoned it and the demo is never honestly going to be released.

this was kinda a tough choice to come to but there are tons of reasons. mainly controversy around me, people who were included / important to the story having to be removed and the unnecessarily complicated / messy code. the state that it’s currently in makes it so that a complete rework of the whole project would need to happen. to put it simply: that would be a whole lot of work / stress for something that may not even pay off

if i ever get the motivation or the time to return to this project then i would love to. or maybe even hand it over to somebody else who’s interested in creating the whole game. but for now it’s not very likely

[depressed-teacup-inc]

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A little late to the party, but to celebrate spooky month, I redesigned ghost trainer Miku! (Chose this audio because I think it fits her personality best)

To be clear, I’m not trying to say ghost miku’s design is bad (in general I’m in love with all the project voltage miku designs and I think project voltage is such an interesting case study in character design) but when I first thought about ghost Miku is was expecting less just ghost and a more witchy character, that matches with mismagius, and has songs and dances as spells, so this is more just what I had in mind!

(Also if you’re interested in my art check out my commissions sheet)

[themostdearofspaghettis]

Brainrot = Profit

[sleepyminty]

For a place which has hell as its name somehow much more livable than the City and vice versa

[thedaily-beer]

Pure Project + Ghost Town Brewing Serpents in the Bramble West Coast IPA (Picked up at Windmill Farms). A 4 of 4. Huge nose on this of berry, stone fruit, white wine, and a ton of other tropical notes, too. The body carries much the same with some herbal/resinous notes too. Incredibly hop profile and the body manages to be somewhat light in malt character and balances quite nicely. Simply excellent.

[portnewickmystery]

A copy of an alleged emergency medical report, filed by one Dr. Malcom Harrow to the Marin County Health Department, dated two days prior to the Vanishing.

Revealed to the public during the WikiLeaks fiasco of 2008, it is believed this report was filed following an outbreak of an as-of-yet unidentified contagion that spread through the town in the days and weeks leading up to the events of October 21st.

While the contents of the report remain unverified, its existence has become a "smoking gun" for conspiracy theorists who have consistently alleged that the disappearance of the townsfolk was supernatural in origin.

[tanjir0se]

Hold onto your hats, Fujoshi nation. Your local Sanegiyuu disaster has a hot new fic just for you locked and loaded

[prismit]

hmm. i think the problem with this “mascot horror” genre isn’t the kid-friendliness of it, it’s just a problem when it’s an obvious and shameless cash grab. like, as someone who was super into creepypasta in elementary school, i would have loved these games. i’m happy for these kids who can have fun with more mature-feeling games without much risk of being like, actually traumatized by them.

but yeah if you put a merch button on the title screen the moment big youtubers start releasing videos on your game, that’s not a good look lmao

[works-of-magic]

...Queued a thing that made me wonder, actually...

In a blog (kinda-sorta-honestly-mostly) dedicated to Ghost Pokemon, how much, exactly, do I need to tw for death?

I mean, not ALL Ghost Pokemon are reincarnations or resurrections. (It’s usually easily delineated by What Species They Are and, like, did you witness them hatching? Though that last one may be breeder’s special privileges only. :P )

But anyways, Pokeincarnation isn’t the only death I deal with. Granted, I mostly relegate the necromantic stuff to around Samhain time. (Necromantic as in, I soothe ghosts of the Actually Dead, I don’t raise corpses.) But... I mean. they’re still ghosts. Especially with a species like Phantump or Yamask, it’s this sort of omnipresent Thing in the Background.

I’ll continue to tag it, of course. I just wonder how much people assume, “eh, it’s ghosts, death comes with the territory”. Or if that’s just the spiritualist in me making that leap?

(I’ve always been more at peace with this particular topic than most people ever are, so it’s hard for me to figure out Where’s the Line.)

[higherhell]

reverse engineering a character's real name out of their nickname instead of the other way around...what could be more satisfying

[gmanmedias]

NOW I’M COVERED IN BLOOD AND I’M FEEDING OFF YOUR PRETTY LITTLE LIES

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[themostdearofspaghettis]

Don’t think there’s a podcast I listen to that isn’t this?? Even Arthur inherited a whole mess of stuff from his predecessors without knowing, let alone the danger in being a PI anyway?

something about characters who are not necessarily doomed by the narrative but definitely doomed by their jobs

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Green thumb (dp x dc)

“Why won’t you grow?” Danny asked the little corner of fresh dirt he’d been allocated when he’d signed up for the community garden project. Sam had been the one to suggest it, and with significantly less ghost-fighting to do now that he’d moved away, it had seemed like a great new hobby.

“I gave you water, and all the other things Sam said to do, what more could you have wanted,” Danny said as he poked the desiccated stalk despondently.

Somewhere far off, there was the echo of screams, and something like a crash. Danny paid it no mind, thinking it might be an event or something starting. Gotham was a big city, and there was always something going on.

“I can’t tell Sam about this,” Danny sighed as he put his face in his hands. “She’d laugh at me.”

He sat in front of his failed tomato plants for a while longer before getting to his feet with a sigh. As he did, he turned to walk away, only to see a woman with bright red hair and greenish skin standing a few paces away. Behind her there was something like a cloud of something and Danny immediately stopped breathing.

Not having to breathe was definitely his favourite power ever, he hated hay fever.

“Hey,” Danny said with a little wave.

In response the woman raised an arm and a thick vine-looking thing shot out of the ground.

“Holy shit!” The halfa exclaimed. That was pretty cool. Controlling plants was seriously an awesome power, and majorly underrated if one listened to Sam’s rants.

Wait, controlling plants?

“Can you revive my tomato plants?” Danny asked the woman enthusiastically, before remembering himself. “Uh, please?”

The woman stopped moving and frowned.

“It’s just that I really tried to keep it alive, but this is the first time I’ve taken care of plants and I was really looking forward to fresh tomatoes,” the halfa babbled.

She tilted her head.

“Please? I can get you a smoothie in exchange, I know a great place, they also do ice cream.”

The woman’s lips twitched and then she waved her hand and continued walking.

Danny turned around to find his tomato plant green and alive.

“Oh my god, thank you!” He yelled, but she was already leaving.

Danny owed her the best smoothie in town.

[azulhood]

Danny was tired, like 'I feel it in my bones and soul' tired. And he didn't want sleep at home because there's only so many nights, he could spend lying awake making sure his heart was beating in case his parents checked on him.

Currently he was flying aimlessly not really taking in his surroundings, but he could neither sleep while flying or fly forever. Normally he'd sleep over at Sam or Tucker's, but the Mansons had made it clear that he wasn't welcome at their house anymore and Tucker was grounded. Both would sneak him in if he asked, but he didn't want them to get in trouble for him. Which leads him to decide between his two choices, sleeping in a graveyard, or sleeping in a forest.

The graveyard was a little crowded with all the ghosts that called it home but he could probably find a quiet spot to sleep. The forest had a great view of the stars but was filled with traps from both his parents and the GIW after tracking his ecto-signature. Both options weren't appealing, but he wasn't about to chance sleeping on the roof of his house again. There were too many ghost detecting guns attached to it now. Danny sighed, graveyard it was, at least the ecto from all the shades/ghosts would hide him well enough. Decision made, now all he had to do was make his way over there. But first, where the heck was he? Danny looked around at the unfamiliar grey sky and gargoyles littered around and realized he had no clue where he was. He must have flown too far away from Amity without noticing...Again. It was really becoming a bad habit. Danny stared down at the city's inhabitants that were going home or heading to nightshifts or whatever and dreaded the long flight back to his town. And maybe it was ghost instinct, or maybe it was just his exhaustion. But his brain suggested 'What if I just possess someone?' And to him that seemed like a perfectly logical train of thought. He wouldn't control their body or anything, just sleep in their skin...That did not make it sound better at all. Before he could think twice, someone left a general store, arms filled with stuff and somehow projecting an aura of safety. The two thoughts of 'They look comfy' and 'screw it' clashed together in his head as he made the very stupid decision of performing a swan drive right into the someone. "WHAT THE-" "Don't worry, I'll be gone by morning I just need to sleep" Danny cut off the persons freakout-he should really get their name at some point- he would have explained more but the sleep gods had already done their job. This left one very confused, scared, and freaked out Batkid.

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]