Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

For testing and seeing how things look on the site.
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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Thu May 28, 2020 2:57 pm

illirica wrote:
Thu May 28, 2020 2:56 pm
Option 1 is at the bottom below options 2-3-4. You have no idea how much this infuriates me.
i know but it was the easiest way to get extra items :(

doesnt matter anyway. im gonna try make something GOOD

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by HighVoltage » Sat May 30, 2020 12:10 pm

Damn, I wonder how well this could combine with your terminal code

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Sat May 30, 2020 2:14 pm

pretty well, probably! I was thinking of using a combination for machina, but it would require some Contortion and Effort. and grids. and probably a complete rewrite.

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by HighVoltage » Sat May 30, 2020 2:20 pm

I've got almost nothing to do today, maybe I'll remake Scrapheap with a combination of this shit, see how badly it makes me want to die.

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Sat May 30, 2020 2:27 pm

hit me up on discord if it breaks extremely bad for you. good luck!

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Mon Jun 15, 2020 12:36 pm

HRHHGGH JFGDK GOOD LORD THIS IS TAKING LONGER THAN I THOT ive only done demense so far oopsie

do you want some mood music lmao

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Deus Ex.

The Database.
A soulless machine in a soulless world should strive for no more than soulless perfection. She—it—has no want or need for contingency- and that much, it seems, is best exemplified in the silent machine that replaces her conscious mind.

Perhaps calling the Database a true Demense would be somewhat hyperbolic. There is a case to be made there: in this world, a Demense is something forbidden, something dangerous, something undiscovered- or, perhaps, a Demense is a film set, rigged with lights and pyrotechnics that flare up at precise intervals as a backdrop to whatever scene must be viewed that day. It is true that the Database does not fit any of these criteria. The Database is accessible, it is safe, and the project documentation is preserved and available to any relevant party.

Such safety stems from structure.

It matters not what arbitrary category the Database slots into. It matters not what contingent eyes may see through their own conflicting views. It matters not what words come from maws of fallible flesh, what armchair physicists posit in their studies as the offspring of their equations tear each other limb from limb on national television. They are too far to understand. Too far from the divine.

The human mind is limited, not only by biological faults, but by its size. The same is true for lesser machines, for the artificial, for anything bound to physical extension. The Database is exempt. The Database is limitless. The Database, though comparatively small and primitive in its current state, surpasses these constrained networks in the area where it matters most: possibility.

The environment is abstract in its structure- difficult for subjective eyes to process, but instantaneous for a machine.


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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Mon Jun 15, 2020 12:41 pm

still dont like the formatting why cant my eyes give me one (1) break

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Tue Jun 16, 2020 3:30 pm

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Tue Jun 16, 2020 3:33 pm

oh cool

dont use align with flashing cursor text code

this is like finding out you have a really specific allergy

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Re: Reyn's Big Test House of Fun

Post by Reyn » Sun Jun 21, 2020 8:24 pm

It only took a few seconds for Cody Redd to realise that something wasn't right.

He had come to in his office, the same place he had fallen asleep- only it wasn't really the same place, was it? It couldn't be. It couldn't be the same place because something wasn't right, and his office was usually fine. How strange, Cody thought. Maybe if he looked around for that one wrong thing, then his mind would be put at ease.

And so, he looked. He looked inside cabinets, inside shelves, he looked under the desk and under the chair, behind the stacks of paper he had yet to file, only for his search to come up unnervingly short. Everything was exactly as he had left it- right down to the ballpoint pen that had fallen from his desk when he himself had fallen against it. He picked up the pen, scrutinising its detail under the dying light of the sun through the window. It was his pen, alright. It was his pen, exactly as he had left it... but it seemed as though he had left it for an awfully long time.

He dropped it on the floor. That was what was wrong, wasn't it? Now, in spite of the resources he was given, Cody didn't make a habit of counting every second he spent asleep. That kind of thing was a pointless waste of dying time, he thought, and not an activity a man as busy as him should be fixating on in times of crisis. Even so, this was quite the long nap. Things didn't usually change this much after a few hours of shut-eye, did they?

Cody's eyes began to wander, drifting from setpiece to setpiece, taking note of the thick cloak of dust draped over each and every one of them. That was strange. How did he not notice that before? How did he let time slip away from him so easily? How could someone even survive a slumber that long without any sort of medical or technological assistance? Maybe he was anomalous. Oh, he could just picture it now- being locked away in a box with a bed for the rest of his life, his name and title stripped from him like a falconer clipping his wings. 'The Long Rest', they could call him. 'The Sleepwalker'. 'The Man Who Never Wakes'. Far less grandiose than 'Leviathan', don't you think?

My, what a miserable existence that would be.

He dragged himself towards the door, pulling it open with a grating creak. It required quite a bit of persuasion to open fully, far more than he was used to. Perhaps time had finally gotten to the hinges. Perhaps time had finally gotten to him. He would have to study this later, he thought. If there even was a 'later' to speak of.

The hallway was a lot longer than he remembered. A lot longer and a lot darker. Even when the main lights were off, Cody was used to seeing the faint glow coming from each individual office, but this time there was nothing there at all. It was a miracle that he was even able to see in such conditions, but that was by far the least strange thing about this whole situation.

There was a light at the end of the hallway, and Cody decided to follow it.

Where was everyone? How long had he been asleep for? What on Earth was going on here? Cody tried his best to answer as he walked down the corridor, his mind running over every wild possibility that could explain all of this. Had they moved to a new location? No, that couldn't be it- they wouldn't just leave him to sleep in his office for that long. Was this some sort of anomalous prank? No, none of them had a sense of humour like that (anomalies, he thought, were nothing to joke about). Was he an anomaly himself? Maybe his eternal rest had gone on so long that the rest of the foundation had to turn their old offices into some sort of massive containment unit just for him...

Oh, come on, Redd. Surely you must've come across Occam's Razor at some point in your studies- and, sometimes, the simplest answer is hiding right under your nose.

Cody looked down. The amulet- oh, of course it was the amulet, that bloody thing was the source of almost all of his recent temporal troubles, it had to be the reason why everything was so bizarre. In fact, it was precisely this sort of thing that gave it the honour of being a documented anomaly in the first place. He smiled, somewhat relieved to have solved this little mystery, but that relief did not last long.

He really was alone. As he passed by the offices, peering through the dust-coated glass into the scenes that lay within, he saw not a single set of eyes peering back. Everything was exactly how everyone had left it, and it seemed that everyone had left it. Eventually, he stopped checking every door he walked past and just headed straight forward. He wasn't going to find answers in empty rooms, was he now? He had to look for one that was occupied.

The hallway was definitely a lot longer than he remembered.

Still, it was finite, as most things were- and, before he knew it, Cody had reached his destination. He sighed, steeling himself for what lay beyond the rusted door, and pushed his way into the office.

The office was strange, but that went without saying at this point. What was particularly strange about it was its familiarity- the room had the exact same layout as his own office did, right down to the placement of the desk and the view out of the window. It was as if, somewhere along the walk, he had turned around and doubled back on himself, but he couldn't remember that happening. How odd. This was all very odd.

He took a few cautious steps into the room, peering over the shelves and cabinets to catch sight of a strange figure at a desk by the back wall, hunched over in his chair and typing away intently at a flickering computer screen.

"Hello?" Cody called out.

No response.

"Um, hello?"

Again, no response. He let out an exasperated sigh. Whatever the stranger was doing, it seemed to be more important than talking to him. Perhaps he should walk over and check what was going on- maybe he would get a better response if he could actually catch the attention of the man he was trying to talk to. Somewhat hesitantly, Cody walked all the way to the back of the room, reaching a hand out to touch the man's shoulder before he caught sight of what exactly was on the screen...
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He turned around to face his subject, smiling wryly as he did so.

The facade of the office around them began to collapse. Bookshelves caved under their own weight, cabinets collapsed into themselves, even the desk he was sitting at began to crack and buckle until it was nothing more than a pile of wood splinters and paper. In no time at all, there was nothing left at all, save for the two occupants and the chair that one was sitting on.

And then, even that was gone.

They were alone. They were nowhere. Even the walls of the office had disappeared by now, leaving nothing but endless black in their place. It was a miracle that they were even able to see each other... but, by this point, Redd was likey quite used to miracles. The Clockmaker picked his cane up off the ground, using it to support his walk across nothingness to the man stood centre stage. He had come a long way to visit him, after all. It was only polite that he show his companion some hospitality.

"Welcome back, Redd."


He raised a hand, summoning the amulet to his grasp.

"I trust you remember who I am."
He turned around to face his subject, smiling wryly as he did so.

The facade of the office around them began to collapse. Bookshelves caved under their own weight, cabinets collapsed into themselves, even the desk he was sitting at began to crack and buckle until it was nothing more than a pile of wood splinters and paper. In no time at all, there was nothing left at all, save for the two occupants and the chair that one was sitting on.

And then, even that was gone.

They were alone. They were nowhere. Even the walls of the office had disappeared by now, leaving nothing but endless black in their place. It was a miracle that they were even able to see each other... but, by this point, Redd was likey quite used to miracles. The Clockmaker picked his cane up off the ground, using it to support his walk across nothingness to the man stood centre stage. He had come a long way to visit him, after all. It was only polite that he show his companion some hospitality.

"Welcome back, Redd."


He raised a hand, summoning the amulet to his grasp.

"I trust you remember who I am."

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