Cam-Al

@camal.bsky.social

I write or draw or make video games or somethin, not sure Here's some writing: https://verticalslice5.wordpress.com/ and make videos game: https://cam-al.itch.io/

I've seen some vocally anti-AI people recently make an anti-AI post and be surprised there are still pro-AI people following them, and I can explain this; most pro-AI people think they are somehow the exception. the way THEY are using it, SURELY you would take no issue! well, we do. so fuck off.

Post a sequel that really hits The darksiders games are for dorks like me, and 2 prefects the balance of all the elements it brazenly stole and adds a whole bunch of seamless rpg stuff. Plus, bangin soundtrack by Jesper Kyd and an overcool art style

Darksiders 2 on the xbox 360
Sasha's Retrobytes 🏳️‍⚧️@sharkabytes.bsky.social · last yr.

Post a sequel that really hits! Playing through Assassin's Creed II for the first time immediately after I somewhat struggled through AC1 was sheer ecstasy. One of those games where sometimes I'd just sit back and waves of bliss would wash over me.

I don't think I've talked about it properly so here's the game I'm making! The Heir of Thorlath, a sort of text based RPG type deal about power and how it doesn't want to be shared. (Ignore the couple bits of placeholder art)

A far away view of a tired city of white marble. It has a great bridge reaching out to the nearby cliff, and is circled by many birds. The text says 'A long road has brought you here, and a long road, only, would take you back.'An old, bald priest, Yezekael, speaking: 'This saint of their was the first to transform. To ascend. And this is the hope of every religious soul in this city, apparently.' He is stood in a black church, lit by stained glass windows.A view of the main square. A pub to the left, an obsidian church to the right, an old statue in the middle. The statue reads 'Until at last, desert desists/ Our Son, our Sire, perceives his prize-/ An obsidian vale, caressed by cloud/ 'There will my kingdom rise.''A short woman stood in front of a scattering of half carved stone. Her name is Yavannah. Wait, shit, I haven't changed the name there, ah well. She says 'She had to present him with a wedding gift, and so she picked up tools for the first time and made him the statue. It's a statue of love. Or of dedication, maybe.'

Okay, so, Mall Sim, one of those management games about running a retail space but then over time it becomes a dead mall and then it gets haunted and it's about managing ghosts

The continuing saga of things I didn't get in New Vegas when I was 12: Patriot's Cookbook, the explosives increasing magazine, obviously a play on Anarchist's Cookbook.