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He was a romantic and progressive man who loved women and adventure. He would have loved the game.
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For American Football, it's pretty much lost all of it's rugby roots. So it's very easy to not notice it. What is now American Football began in Canada, back with earliest found recordings dating back to the 1860s. 1880s are when it really formalized into the "Canadian Rugby Football Union" and was often called "foot ball", yes with the space, and predates the US picking up the sport. It wasn't until 1874 when McGill University (Montreal, Quebec) challenged Harvard University to play that it picked up interest down south.
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for those so inclined to enjoy history.Yes, I'm from Canada and am very heavily involved in Canadian Football. Just notch it alongside Hockey as two sports originating from Canada. Basketball was invented by a Canadian who was the US, so that's gotta be at least a half point.
But that's way off-topic now, so I'll wrap up here.
Are you sure hockey wasn't introduced by Canadians from Nova Scotia, that is to say Scotsmen? There's a Scottish sport named "iomain" in Gaelic which is probably older.
Well, personally I'm French so I'm rather neutral, except that I love that strange and horribly difficult language they still speak in Scotland, and in Nova Scotia. After all, I'm not so neutral
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Since Hullahopp is puzzled, here is a Canadian piper (unless I'm mistaken), which means Canada comes from somewhere (from France too, but we don't play the bagpipes).
About Indians who were slaughtered by civilized Europeans I don't know much, unfortunately.
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Oh, thank you. But I think the game you're thinking of is shinty, or hurling. (The rules are different than in the hockey.) I understand that hockey as we know it today was invented in Quebec (soldiers from one of the forts wanted to sweep up the icy yard, then one of them started chasing a piece of wood on the ice with his broom, and the others joined in.)
You are correct, yes. Stick and ball games date back to ancient Greece and Egypt. It is speculated that the sports of Hurling (Irish), Shinty (Scotland), and Bandy or Bandie-Ball (British) have older roots than hockey. They were all stick and ball games played on the ground, not ice.Are you sure hockey wasn't introduced by Canadians from Nova Scotia, that is to say Scotsmen? There's a Scottish sport named "iomain" in Gaelic which is probably older.
Well, personally I'm French so I'm rather neutral, except that I love that strange and horribly difficult language they still speak in Scotland, and in Nova Scotia. After all, I'm not so neutral
Ice Hockey itself is a derivation of those types of sports and the first officially recognized game of Ice Hockey was, again, in Montreal Quebec, in 1875, with the first formalized rules in 1877. There is some record of a stick and ball game on ice in England, but from what I've read nothing was formalized for the game so it never got official recognition as a sport.
Sorry, now we are way off topic, and I'll let everyone get back to their originally scheduled broadcast. I find the history of sports interesting, so it's easy to get off-topic for me.
Just found this yesterday and figured I'd give it a try. It was fun and looking forward to the next chapter.
Two things tho...
First
For whatever reason, I had Krysten Ritter in my head as the MC for almost the entire playthrough. Not complaining tho. Must protect the small goth girl....
And second
Who would have thought that the hardest decision I would ever have to make in any game/story would be having to decide to bring the cat or notSeriously WTF?
Two things tho...
First
For whatever reason, I had Krysten Ritter in my head as the MC for almost the entire playthrough. Not complaining tho. Must protect the small goth girl....
And second
Who would have thought that the hardest decision I would ever have to make in any game/story would be having to decide to bring the cat or not
Seriously WTF?
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Decisions involving cats are very important. If you get them wrong, you'll wake up one morning with a feline sitting on your face.
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Just found this game and it's HANDS DOWN my favorite lesbian story! I rarely read the entire story as I find many long winded and unnecessary, but I read every part so far. I even found the cat dialog amusing lol. Really nice to see so many beautiful women all intertwined. My only request would some anal licking.
Just swinging by to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas to you as well! Thx for making a shitty year enjoyable at times!!!
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Found this game yesterday and quite enjoyed 2 playthroughs already. Cats and a TTRPG scene that was actually written like real DnD (almost impossible to find in popular media). Win-win. Looking forward to how the story wraps up.
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Wandering thoughts of a tired dev (skip this if you don't care)
An hour ago
This has been an evening of deep, introspective reflections... I guess that's what working while listening to Evanescence and Lacuna Coil does to a MFer.
This post is going to be mostly for me, to just write my thoughts down and let them go out into the ether, feel free to skip this if you follow this page only for updates.
One year ago I was miserable, the five steps I had to take every morning to go from the bed to the PC for my remote work always felt like kilometers.
10 years in the service industry took away the simple pleasure of being around people, covid took away all my hard earned savings, working in the corporate world was taking away my soul.
I'm aware that I sound like a whiny bitch saying this. The pay was fine, the hours manageable and I worked in my PJs with my cat on my lap, and yet I never felt more sad and hopeless. Like, that was going to be my ceiling, all that I could ever hope to achieve, be a decent CS for an eastern tech company.
As a teen I used to dream of becoming a cartoonist. I used to earn the money to fuel my Magic and Yu-Gi-Oh! addictions by drawing yaoi commissions and my highschool lit teacher would beg me to write SOMETHING, ANYTHING, 'cause she loved the way I wrote, despite my poor grammar (yes, I'm bad at grammar in TWO languages). But that never amounted to anything.
In my twenties, despite hating having to deal with rude customers and having to keep my short temper in check, I kinda enjoyed being a bartender. I was all in on being the stereotypical bartender that listens to your babble while pretending to clean a glass (we got dishwashers behind the counter, we don't need to clean anything by hand). But covid killed a lot of small bars and pubs around me, so I was out of a job.
Finally, in my early thirties, I was a drone answering tickets and rejecting refunds 'cause the customer didn't check a specific, almost hidden, checkbox on a form during the day and playing Cyberpunk at night, never leaving my computer chair.
Then, I got fired.
I've talked about how I started making Actual Roommates in the 6 months celebration post, so I won't go back into that and just fast forward to today.
I woke up late 'cause my phone died during the night, I drank the shittiest coffe my coffee machine ever made, plonked my ass on my chair, opened DAZ and started working. One more coffee break during the day, 30 minutes to re-heat and have dinner, then back on the chair.
At 11 PM my parents called me to politely ask to stop singing so damn loud 'cause they could hear me from upstairs and I took it as a sign that it wass time for bed.
I'm sitting here, exhausted. I've written 3 scenes, posed 60 renders for two different games and a couple promotional ones for a friend. I can barely keep my eyes opened, a pounding headache is screaming at me to just turn off the lights and rest.
And I've never felt happier.
Yes, I make less money that I made working CS.
Yes, every end of the month I'm counting every cent to see if I can spare anything to give to my parents to help them out.
Yes, it's nerve-wrecking knowing that I'm one bad update away to have everything crumbling down.
But I've never felt more alive than in these past few months.
Actual Roommates will end and I will have this thing that I can show and say "Yes, I made this! I finished this!" and be a badge of honour. Neon Heart will continue to be the thing I make for me, no matter how many months it'll take between being able to update it. Actual Roommates 2 will take everything I've learned so far and improve on it, all while finally giving me the chance to put to use my stupid love for idiotic early '00s American comedies.
And yes, not everyone will like AR, AR2 won't be everyone's cup of tea (even less people will like Neon Heart considering the shit I'm pulling in the next update), and I will keep getting irrationally fuck-ass mad when I see my games being snubbed for others I personally don't like, 'cause taste is subjective but I've got an ego the size of a house.
I don't care, I'm happy!
I love when for some reason textures in DAZ have some sort of bleed due to compression errors and I have to ask other devs how to fix it.
I love that I can put a poll on discord and 100% of participants say that "Yes, Rikako needs to be spanked".
I love getting several 1-star reviews in the span of an hour from accounts less than a day old.
I love panicking 'cause I didn't save a scene after posing it and now I have to remake it from scratch.
I love the hair texture bug that makes DAZ crash when you turn on the Iray preview if you don't turn off a specific setting.
I love that half the shit I need for scenes just doesn't exist and 99% of the times the solution is "use cum but change the colour".
I love getting ideas while I'm cooking dinner and having to run to my desk to write them down before I forget them.
I love when other dev put cameos or references of my game in theirs when theirs is so much fucking better than mine and I don't even remotely deserve the honour.
I love when people reach out to tell me how much they enjoyed the game.
I love the people that subscribe to the commission tier and ask for hardcore BDSM and I panic 'cause I got not fucking idea what that even looks like.
I love the people that subscribe to the commission tier and don't want a commission.
I love the one guy that bought the game on itch for 10€ and, one hour later, came back to buy it AGAIN for 5 more €.
I love Ray, Asia, Fire, Devian, Insomni, Xoullion and even that annoying little asshole named Winterfire.
I love that in my head me, Flip, IM6 and Shelly are these 4 Horsepeople of the Lesbian Apocalypse that is coming to lesbify all your VNs.
I love you all, I love making this game(s).
Fuck me, I'm happy! And I'm writing this down for whenever making games will make me feel sad, annoyed, angry or just bored in the future.
Remember how depressed and hopeless you were, HanakoX, and remember that now you have dreams.
Remember how directionless you felt, and remember that now you have motivation and drive.
Remember how frustrated you were, and remember how frustrated you are now, but for happier and more creative reasons... and mostly towards DAZ being an annoying piece of software.
I'm sorry if you read through all of this, it's something I needed to get out of my brain.
Well, she did not mention weirdos on pirate Websites, but I think this is one of the most wholesome posts I have read by a dev.
I feel very Happy that she found her place and that all this shit will continue. (And I am really looking forward to hardcore BDSM stuff
)Cheers to Hanako!!!
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