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  • Scanners like to do funny things

    I know it’s not very relevant, but that reminds me of a talk held during a CCC (Chaos Computer Club) convention.

    It’s in German, but I’ll try to summarize it: Someone noticed the numbers on a scanned page didn’t match the original, so they hired an expert to find out what happened. Turns out that the printer they were using had a feature that would detect symbols that looked the same and basically copypasted ome cutout of the symbol onto the other to save space on the final PDF. Due to the print/copy quality, this substitution sometimes malfunctioned, substituting similar looking symbols, such as 8 and 0.





  • I disagree. The Imperium of Man is basically slowly inching towards its downfall with corpse starch (i.e. ground up corpses) being a common food for hive cities and the Inquisition being an ever looming threat for the populace. Not to mention that if you ever have have the misfortune of being near anything Chaos-y, you are often greeted by the Ordo Hereticus before your life is snuffed out. And considering that Belisarius Cawl frantically fell into prayer when confronted by a powerful AI core of old does show that the Adeptus Mechanicus are far from their power way back when, let alone any promise of immortality for the masses.

    Psychic blanks have it even worse, as they might not even be connected to the warp, meaning they might just fade into nonexistence after their death. And overall, being a Chaos Worshipper isn’t that great as well, as most citicem are not treated well, not to mention that the ruinous powers will slowly drive you insane as well.

    Last but not least is that the end of the whole 40K in-universe might be overall crawling to an end, as the Tyranids might be unstoppable by organic beings (apart from possibly the Orks), so it might be that the universe-wide apocalypse is slowly inching closer, leaving only the Necrons behind after the Tyranids seek out the next galaxy to devour.

    I’d rather choose the old boring life here in this universe any day over the one from 40K.




  • What’s up with the sink plug thing?

    Also, if anyone wants to learn writing code, they should first ask themselves what engine they want to use. C# and python seem to be the most sensible stuff. If someone’s interested in Godot, then I can recommend the free course by GDQuest. It does teach some few basics for scripting, and their paid courses are very good thanks to their inbuilt practices and encouragement for experimentation. It does cost quite a bit and is still in Beta however.

    If understanding the logic of programming is a struggle, then Scratch is a great tool for understanding it.




  • What makes it worse is that, as far as I know, the players trying it actually like the gameplay, but found the game itself to still be dull. The entire gameplay apparently was made solely on market analysis, with very little individual development taking place.

    I think this highlights an interesting phenomenon also seen in “The most wanted song” and “the most unwanted song”, two songs made by scientific research of people’s preferences of music, where “the most wanted song” sounds nice, but is rather bland whereas “the most unwanted song” sticks out much more, a trainwreck you can’t look away from, and is a good song in the same way “The Room” is a good movie.

    It seems it’s the flaws, the impurities, are what make games more interesting, more fun.



  • He actually considered abandoning the projects multiple times, mainly by hoping for a sign of God. However considering that none of his customers ever questioned the behemoth of a vehicle under a tarp and nobody told authorities about his strange behaviour, he saw it as God giving him the OK, as in his eyes, God would’ve acted upon his risky maneuvers to get caught.

    Dude really tried his best to convince himself to stop, yet Lady Luck seemed to have wanted otherwise.

    It’s also a miracle that he didn’t hurt a single soul, other than himself.