Boston Bombers: The Dreadful Lesson for Terrorists

I was wondering too much about some topic, first I was: "nah, forget it".
But damn. It was consuming my mind. So yeah, blogging to spit it out.

In this Boston Bombing all the conspiracy stuff came back with strength. In this information era, people are so full of fragments and TV series that they are full of half but absolute opinion. Is kinda like a friend told me about Kant. YEAH... I have a fragment information about Kant, but anyways: he is a guy that never get out his hometown, so he live in the world of ideas. Uh, ok. I can live with that.
That is no problem at all, but as Mark Twain state:

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”

Maybe Kant don't need it at all. But you and me dude, maybe we need shake our asses from internet.
In my opinion, Internet is a whole village of vegetating people. I imagine kinda like medieval villages where people were afraid of everything, and they was stupid enough to think a simple flu was something cast by god hate or stuff. Ok, with this picture in mind and comparing with some of the world reaction it frighten me one thing: the lesson that can be learnt.

I will not state who is wrong or right. Who is the victim or the culprit. On this case I will only say: yeah, strange! Two brothers, young guys, simple expression on the face, types that can be anywhere. As flu. A brother is killed while on a car chase throwing grenades around streets. Another one hurt the throat and cannot speak. Locked in a hospital room. Signed a confession. Pretty smooth, uh?

Some people say: not enough proofs. USA said: signed confession. So, now what?

In facebook people were like: "no, way" "lies" "look his face, he looks virgin". A lot of picture of the bombers smiles and casual life.
Meanwhile in the internet, they got some pictures of guys with large backpacks and serious expression: the perfect terrorists: ready to blow people with awfully disguises. But, yeah. Suspicious. Let the old friend fear take our hopes.

You are walking on your kitchen, at night. Some dark spot in the wall. Holy crap! If you are afraid of cockroaches, you will see a fat roach looking at you. If you are afraid of geckos, you gonna see a gecko. If you turn on the lights you may see a spot that always been there, but you never notice it at night yet. So, after a bombing, you see two serious guys with large backpacks?



They can be the bombers. Why not? They can even be bombers that were kinda of late. And some another group exploded first, and they were like "Oh, fuck". Holding the devices and calling it a day. Or they can even be something worse: guys with huge backpacks. Only.

Now there is a lot of guys saying USA is lying about it. Hiding the true bombers. That they exploded themselves to have a reason to invade Korea (?). Bla, bla, bla. Fuck Mc Donalds. Donald Trump sucks.
Yeah. If I were a terrorist I would have learnt a dreadful lesson on this episode.

Bearded man with angry face is no good. Yeah, they can explode things all right. But this will only raise a rage against the evil bearded and ugly man and official reprisals. So, no good. It should get young boys, with cute baby face. The maternal/paternal feeling will urge in peoples hearths around the world. The bomb effect per se is quite minimum than the mistrustfulness feeling it would cause in my victim neighbours. Pretty neat for a terror act, uh?

So, the problem is not the true guilty at all, but on how the fuck we are still thinking? We live in a moment where people are fighting for freedom. To be. To choose. Christian, Buddhist, Atheist, Homosexual, Tattooed, Indian, Retired Pope. _o_

In the end we fear what we do not know. Conspiracies. Dark spots on wall. Bearded man. So, a baby face may threat us not. And here lies the danger. You can spit on the bible, dude, but Lucifer is described as a beauty angel of Light. Ok, no religion, so...ok: the beauty queen transforms herself on a harmless (not the ugly witch disney version, for the sake of example) old woman to poison Snow White. ...yeah. ¬¬ You got the message.

The disney version with an ugly witch is just to teach (wrongly) children the notion of danger.
Do we still act like children nowadays? 

I worked on a store that was robbed by a sympathetic old woman and her down syndrome grandson. The security camera show it. No one would suspect. I not saying Dzhokhar Tsarneav "is guilty and period". But he can be! Why not? Since when human face is a determinant factor?

People have opinions on internet. Ok, no biggy. But these opinions are getting stronger and full of hate.  Discussions with friends and known people with tone as: ignorants fools!! Why? What is happening? Fear? Ostracism? Guys, chill up! Fuck.

IMHO, USA should forgive this boy. Hate is not cured by death. But love. Yeah, kinda hipster. But think about it. I know it is hard. You lost your children, your leg, your foot. But tomorrow it can be your city. Your country. Your world. All good medicine has bad taste and are hard to take. As Jamiroquai would say: Don't give hate a chance!



We can do this guys. Without opinions or fear.
Just put in mind that everything is fine. Lest move on. Together.

Portuguese Version extracted from my facebook:

Nessa história de Boston não sei exatamente quem possa ser culpado ou inocente. Realmente muita coisa estranha, mas ainda assim... o ponto que dá medo nisso tudo é outro: a lição aprendida. 

Na TV rola uma informação que o suspeito seria um guri x e ao olhar a imagem a reação rápida foi: "jamais! olhem para ele, moh virgem". ...

Na internet pegaram uma imagem duns caras com umas mochilas "aparentemente" uniformizados e a internet achou os suspeitos perfeitos. Tá, poderiam até ser os culpados mesmo, não tenho nada com isso. Ou poderiam até ser uma outra galera que tb queria explodir alguma coisa (com um péssimo disfarce por sinal), mas veio outro grupo que explodiu antes. Ou até simplemente caras com mochilas grandes.

O desconhecido é o melhor dos medos. É noite, vc vê um ponto escuro na cozinha. Pra quem tem medo de barata, é uma barata. Quem tem medo de lagartixa, vê lagartixa. Vc liga a luz e percebe que era uma mancha que sempre esteve lá, mas nunca reparou nela a noite.
No caso das mochilas e pose séria dos rapazes: terroristas com bombas. Ponto.

E uma galera pesou na visão contra os EUA e apoio aos "suspeitos"
http://g1.globo.com/mundo/noticia/2013/04/suspeito-de-atentado-em-boston-ganha-grupos-de-apoio-na-internet.html

A tal da lição aprendida: marketing pessoal terrorista.
Se eu fosse um terrorista "random" teria aprendido uma lição mto boa. Homens barbados e adultos não vingam. Tá. Podem até explodir um canto ou outro com sucesso. Mas o efeito seria apenas ódio contra o agressor barbado e feio.

O esquema é pegar guris novinhos com carinhas de inocente. Nomes complexos tipo Al-Qaeda? Nah: Backstreet Bombers!! O efeito da bomba seria pequeno perto do número de inimigos que um rostinho limpo causa na galera. Efeito "paterno" "materno"...sei lá. Seria rápido a desconfiança contra a própria "vítima". E sem essa de AMERICA CONSPIRACAOUNNN, SEM PROVAS, CHUPA MCDONALDS. Tô falando da lição aprendida e não do que "seria ou não" verdade no caso de Boston.

Pq nesse caso eu tb faço parte da galera que acha isso bizarro: dois guris suspeitos, um morre jogando granada numa perseguição, outro, que havia ido para uma festa, machuca a garganta e não pode falar. Internado fechado num hospital. "Confessa" tudo com uma caneta. Uau. O.o Ae aqui falam da falta de provas, ali falam de confissão assinada. Bah! Muito ativismo do mundo por um problema alheio na minha humilde opinião.

O problema que me grilou mesmo é o tanto que imagem ainda é um fator determinante num mundo onde as pessoas brigam por direito de ser o que bem quiser: exu, cristão, tatuado, barbado, homosexual, índio, john diaz.

No final todos nós temos medo do feio/estranho/que não podemos compreender.

Dá até para entender pq antigamente galera queimava um ao outro na fogueira. Ah, se na internet o fogo ardesse.... Isso me lembra esse vídeo:

Tape Collection

My house is a piece of flashback. If in castlevania you can find a roast in walls corner, in my house you can find the past. You don't even need to blow an ocarina or something. Nope. Just came here in Brazil gimme a hug.

I was searching for color pencils - probably the ones I used back in 90s - and I found some tape collection. It was pretty mixed with tags with the name of my aunt, my mom and my dad. The styles were between brazilian soap opera themes to classical stuff.

All mixtape. And it was pretty cool to see the design of it. There is one also showing like "CD Master Quality". Wow, that was awesome. Some mixtapes were from 1970s. How cool is that.

So I grab a digital camera, yup, not something antique this time... but the camera was not giving a cool result, so I grab an iPad. Yeah, a shot in the past lol.

So with this duality I used my iPad 3 and instagram to register this awesome collection. Sorry dad, I broke one of your tapes. :~

I will put here some unedited photos. but you can visit my instagram to see the whole photo session there.

[warchild14]

The Three Girls

And then I am grabbed again by moments of total ignorance and camouflaged self pity by my total inefficiency of self known. You see, a human can pass through a lot of shit and indeed can learn and upgrade itself to another situation total “be ready” for another new mistake.

When you are afflicted by relationships for a long row, I mean, every time a lady get out your side seat, you keep it warm with another lady butt. And you keep the dance of butts an seats extending your real agony while you forget what passes inside your upper head to shove down some damp hole your downer head.

That’s the middle man situation. And this is what I try to run from most part of my life. My lonely walk towards the world of me showed me that I act like a social tool of summarized thoughts. I overthink and I’m “overlazy” to talk out every stuff my brain spit out. So I smile. And hug people. In the end I just want to drink some water and give empty smiles or even leave. You may read empty as something bad, but why do I have to give a full smile in a world of middle mans.

We are all living, loving and acting like if we were gods blessed with something unique. And in the end we got nothing more or even less that a middle man can get: middle achievements.

So life is a twisted knife. And when you “sell your car” and buy a motorcycle to get rid of the side seat of hell, the twisted life presents you the croup.

Yes, lady’s and gentlemen’s. Maybe I’m cursed with love again. I would not call it love, I would call it twisted passion. It is the mirror of soul kind of love. You see in someone else what you want on yourself. Let me tell you my sad story of stupidity and “middleness”:

The three girls

In later years I met a lot of trouble for my life. But as twisted life can be, with poison it gives also the antidote. And I saw another lovely lady that “platonically“ jumps on my croup. It all happened in a party. With ugly people and dearest friends. I was dancing drunk as someone might be in company with dear friends. And that was a fatty unknown lady trying to seduce every single piece of male in the dance floor. With my rotted mind I called the fatty sweat lady to a breakdown dancing moment. When I finished my magic steps of pure Latino Travolta B, the lights brightened my body and I noticed, straight in front of me, being watched by the most beautiful lady I could ever contemplate in this motherfucker city. She was gazing my shameful moment of stupidity. Which I used as my tool for approximation and short chat. Nothing gallant at all, but pulled a smile on her face. While the fatty lady was almost dead somewhere. I was blessed. And a mutual friend talked to me secretly: she is single.

But as twisted life can be, she was not. She was into some kind of love relationship with deals that just the couple understands at all. But every one assured me: she moved to the city for the guy, you lose, warchild.

I would not give a damn for people blabbers. But I was not in a situation where I could simple try anything. And, “human energy” speaking, the girl was important to me as the days was passing by. From her, I receive only sincere vibrations. And I made a strong bond with her. So that is why she is platonically seated in the croup. That way was the safer and fair I could act with myself.  Please, understand. By the time being there was still no one at my croup, but if it was intended to be someone there, this someone have to be ranked as that platonically girl. Or above. So this is the first girl.

So I was happy again. Smiling for life. Troubles and troubles beating on my door answered with empty smiles and bottles of water. I could not be more happier.  Until I met another awesome girl. She makes me smiles inside. I just feel like watching her all day, quietly. But she is gone. She is not dead or something. But she acts like it. What really bothers me in the start was that I was the will explosion worked in sincere long messages. And she was there. Online. On side. And do not read it. Pretending to not see it or something like that. Until she finally read it and answer with weighted long messages with a pinch of consideration and affection. My next messages, as you can imagine, was more weighted while my negative mind was: it is over man, let’s drink. This was the second girl. A fast and explosive passion with nothing really happening.

And then I met another girl. Yeah, I’m a love machine, uh? But this one kind kills me.  She is alright. A bit mad and underground for my taste. But I never felt so drained in my entire life. While I was with her I just wanted to leave. And that is kind of sad because the girl, apparently, was happy. And, apparently, is a good person. When I left her at her home I died. Slept all day. Walked 12km to sweat the bad vibes out of me. I stand three days cursed. I really believed that I would never make sex again in my life. As cultural known people may say: you get what you gives. I have to disagree a bit. It is kind like eye for an eye, but unconscious.

As twisted life can be, she makes you feel the taste of what you suffer, but in the other side. It is like justice, but no. Lets exemplify it. A lady got her son killed. The killer was arrested. And she claimed justice and the killer got death penalty. With the assistance of the state, the lady turned out to be a killer herself. But common, laws bla bla. Ok. And the killer, in the end, got what he gives.  Ok, this was a terrible example. But just got the feeling of the lady and we are good. Ok, proceding.

The second girl was there. Pretending not to see the messages. And I was there doing kind of the same thing with third girl. Got it? Yeah. Twisted, uh? I can not even protest. So I used the “second girl shoes” and maybe I was a burden for her. Maybe I killed her energies. Maybe she does not want to see me nevermore. And ok, it is fine. But it kind hurts the way my mind stayed attached to this situation. I mean. Why I cannot act like myself with people I like? Why do I have to explode and give myself in a tray? And why things that make me bad somehow endures?

I think that I want to people get what I feel in a sincere way and overdo it trying being closer. And repels every single one with it. The hedgehog dilemma.

When I was a kid –there it goes…- I really loved a girl. I sent her flowers almost every week. But I do not ever said a single word for her. My friends at the time warned me: “don’t say that you love her, she will tear your heart up. She is a monster with lovers”

And that’s how the trick was done. I was in love with my lil monster. I would not bother her. Just love the way she was in my innocent view.

I grew up and things started get complicated inside my mind. And I started writing things for her. The same way I do with this blog. Kind stupid, but I was a kid. C’mon. There was no experts in life at my age, even if the kids at that time think they were. In a matter of fact, every one that thinks that are expert in something relative (as life) are not – maybe just Einstein.

When I felt insecure writing things for her. I stopped. And learned that the best thing to be said to someone, maybe, is something you don’t ever say.

Now with my 27.9 years I finally understand what was my innocent love. Nowadays she is kind of dating, and this finally breaks the spell. Yeah, stupid again, but works. I do not love her, I loved the way people tell me about her. The way I want to be myself. Here in my city I am the naked hug man. Celebrating everyone with great party hellos. But inside of me I am the kind of guy of “beware, he bites”. The fact that I ever wanted to be more  discrete make me love the girl. This love also teach me a lot about “emulation” and “comparison” along the years. And I am really glad I “loved” this girl for so much time. It transform me into a –somehow- smarter person, but unfortunately, an overthinking person…

The second girl dilemma, again. In the end it was even more drastic. I really though that she was into something bad in her life. Some love disappointment… or something like that. She was avoiding people cause she was not so good with herself. So I was ok with anything. She was in the city for one more week. She said that maybe would leave in a specific day. And maybe would call to hangout for a last farewell. I tried to give all the space for her to call me with free will (sincere). I don’t even secretly organize anything with mutual friends or stuff. Inside I really feel that I would never saw her again. And in this time not a single message was traded between ourselves. It was ok.

Even when her friend said me that the second girl stayed in the city for almost a week more than she told me before.  It is kind sad when you want to see someone for a last smile and this doesn’t happens. But it was ok. I respect her will.

And with the first girl on the croup it was almost impossible for the twisted life and my subconscious try to sabotage me.

Hah.. But exactly in this moment twisted life acts again. Suddenly appears the third girl. And it also appeared the fourth and fifth girl. Yeah! Hell what. The fourth girl is kind the same energy as the third. And the fifth girl is married. Yes. Married. So, after I met the second girl I was overflowed with dark energies, putting my body and mind on the ground. I was empty. There was still a flashing point of good energy on me. The second girl? Yes, she was my last  remembrance of good energy. And she was gone. I put my project on the side. And was at life trying to emulate her energy with other girls. Life was toying with me. And I was falling. But after the third girl, I regrouped myself. I don’t even start anything with fourth or fifth girl. I just run! Haha

One day I saw something that reminds of the second girl, she was already in her city. Bu I sent her anyways; she answered. I replied, asking how things are up. And nothing. Later on she answer something like: “in the busyness of life. Kisses” And then I overthink. A delayed message, polite in the content. With a dot. Dot means the end of a phrase. Kisses means a social farewell goodbye. Dot and kisses are the ultimate final dot. So it was the ultimate final tip for myself that she was ok with her life, but I was really a burden for her. And that’s make me bad. I never wanted to be a burden for anyone. In fact everyone is a burden for me. And I am right there stood with a stupid smile. Hanging with people I don’t want to be.

I was completely empty. Trying to figure what made me so disgusting for her. Maybe some mutual friends talk some shit. Or maybe I am really a shit of energy sucker. Or probably I said something dumb (the most usual). I don’t know. But the feeling that girls think I want to marry them, just kills me. I don’t even remember the fucking kiss so fast that was. But still have her energy on me. It is weird. I miss her.

In a rampage of stupidity I get out my virtual life. And I notice that I was blasting against society something that was my fault. And I finally understand what attached me in this girl. Is the ability of being gone. Right now I’m really attached to a project I’m doing. And the ability of being gone socially was happening with me for the sake of this project. This was my ultimate weapon against twisted life. And life used it against me. Life takes my weapon from my hands and make me desire for her. And used a yo-yo of energy… bang! Worked like a charm.

The tremendous fear of losing the second girl and the last drop of good energy drives me mad. In my mind I was being a fool for every single one. A toy for the first girl. A tool for the friends of the second girl. A burden to the second girl. An evil motherfucker for the third girl… an so on. I take myself out of reach of anyone. I was gone. And I finally could see that things are ok.

The first girl is nice. She is a younger happy person that makes me happy.

I miss the second girl. She was the first mature person that appeared in my life since the disastrous 2012. And she makes me fine. Unfortunately I may be a burden for her trying being closer. So it is a sad and cold farewell. And the third girl… she does not make me bad. But the fact that I can act like a bad person with anyone did.

In the end, the answer for everything is me. And how strong and disciplined my focus for the project is. Energy comes later. 

TOP 4: Most Viewed on warchildPost 2012

Woo! 2013 already? Dang! Thanks everyone for the 38.583 visits mark on 2012.

We kicked 2011 30k with a new record.
And what I have done to 2013 be even better?
Nothing yet! yayyy \o/

So, meanwhile I act like a lazy blogger, check it out the most viewed posts from 2012. Thanks again.

TOP 4: Most Viewed on warchildPost 2012
(It is top 4 cause top 5's are boring...so... yeah)



4- The Killer Fungi: Cordyceps
http://warchildpost.blogspot.com/2012/01/stunning-cordyceps-killer-fungi.html

that's not my hat

3- The Real Life Barbie Girl
http://warchildpost.blogspot.com/2012/11/valeria-lukyanova-real-barbie-got.html


2- Green Day: I'm not fucking Justin Bieber
http://warchildpost.blogspot.com/2012/09/green-day-im-not-fucking-justin-bieber.html



1- The Real Life Manga Girl
http://warchildpost.blogspot.com/2012/10/anastasiya-shpahyna-aka-fukkacumi-manga.html

Manga Girl and Barbie Girl. Oh! the fear!!

Wow! Top 4 and no naked Ladies? Just crazy ladies, ok. But still an evolution! :~~~
Why no No. 3 image? I would not put some Justin Bieber here. Ya know... I'm not fucking Justin Bieber.

Turns On [New Layout]

Somebody turned on the lights? Hell yeah! We got a new template. Some major changes in comment system. Default sharing mechanics. I lose all the old comments, likes/tweets status but I'm cool with that. And the people who might have commented somewhere in time must be dead or stuff. Or if you aren't cool with that, well... deal with it.

This is warchildPost, not your bestpalPost. At all. ... Who cares? I can post huge tits or some juvenile anime. Nobody should care! Life is just meaningless like that. And hell yeah: that's warchildPost. And the pic is the sum of all the meaning of the universe.

Also I cleaned a little the code, killed some widgets and take it off my shirt. Speed up!

To Understand

To understand somebody, is not coming up with formulas.
It is not to come up with magical solution or 5 steps about how they gonna act for now on.
Can you imagine to live inside the mind of someone for about every each fucking second of an entire - let's be generous - DAY.

A day has about 86400 seconds. Count till 33. Yeah, it sucks! If you hear someone saying something, and open your mouth  -about what, 10 seconds later?... - do you really think you have a magical word that gonna make anything?

10 seconds? Can you solve YOUR life in 10 seconds? It is easier to you screw up stuff in 10 seconds. To fuck yourself with shit so much more than cast spells of Ways of Happiness to someone next to you.

To understand is not to say what the other wanna hear. It is just to be there. To hear. Know the other/not using this factor to judge. Respect the possible inner power he might have. And try to avoid dangers situations if you know the one does not have confidence enough to snap out of shit.

And be happy above all things - just to be close. You are there. You understand. You believe. It is okay! Dot.

Your life probably sucks at the very moment the one is by your side. With you.
Just say what the other might do if you were asked literally: "WHAT SHOULD I DO?". Do your best to really try to get all single aspect of everything. Give the value for the things he give. Try to see if the one is stuck in an illusion. And about this illusion, even fake, what was the benefit? What the other should have learned or be aware of? But only if asked.

If you think you really should talk. It is something you think might help... ask to talk. "Can I speak with ya for a sec. Well... I notice that this shit is overflowing your mind. Everything ok?" Easy enough!
And listen. Open doors. Dont kick it around.

Do not judge scenarios and puke a sentence. You can do shit, and you probably will hope to the other to be there. So... Fuck! At least TRY, or show some trace of trying...  that it matters. If doesn't matter at all, you are a shit friend, uh? Get a life.

You might be the ones that probably say: "I'm just saying the truth, if you can't get it...cry!". Really. Imagine anyone saying this to you. Truth? Reality? Is so subjective. Get a life.

But hey! Don't need epic poems. Don't need say: everything gonna be fine and feces. Just breath. A hug. A touch in the arm. A sad digital smile on SMS :(

Questions: "what do you think you have to do?". Try to get the best of the other one. Show that you are speaking with someone you trust. You believe. You are the streng he needs. And not puking orders to a misguided donkey.

Don't point where the other should go. Every one knows where they might go. So... smile. It is okay. If it is not. Fuck, in the end every one might have choices. You may not like it, but, hey, your life is calling!

What is the point? To judge EVERY single aspect of the situation and trowing away any effort or value that the one might have feel on the subject. Or judging about seconds what you - inside your very brain- think that the other "wanna" hear. Can you say the number he is thinking? than... you don't know shit.

You cannot figure out your own life, why you can figure out the life of someone else?
Do you ever figure that your own demise about choices, suffering, indecisions, is the same stuff that is passing through the other mind during 86400 seconds/day, every single week?

And why the fucking hell you gonna point your finger? Have opinions. Write in stone... in SECONDS. why?

It is so hard to hear? To receive some energy, to transform all anguish in a fucking single smile?



Just smile. Let the words flow... if someone is talking with you, maybe they have no one else to talk. They might just want to talk it out. See your eyes. Feel your smell. You are there.
Cause maybe (do you ever consider this? "maybe") the person feels good to be with you.
And any motherfucker fast opinion about how someone else lead the life may make things worse.

It is a sentence of disbelief, disapproval. "Dis-talk". All the bullets the one managed to escape trough the day, the one that you put out your mouth make it fatal.

If someone say: man, what a harsh day. I'm tired as shit. Fuck. Only bad news.

Why you gonna answer like: you just cry! change your life. Your jobs sucks. The band you hear is so negative. The girl that makes you ok is a bitch. What the hell? If you dont do as I say...so live in this shit life of yours.

Fuck! You might hate the one, uh?

What about?
Let's drink a beer. Let's smile. Do you like potatos with bacon? Dude, fuck our life, let's EAT! =D
Life sucks, sometimes I want to explode. You are doing nice after all, being a bitch about everything, but it is cool. ;)

What really matters in the end is: to be with you. Not hear from you. Think about that.

But why? Why you have to "dis-talk"? Does anyone ask your opinion? Your fellow way may be hard. He have a reason. Maybe he is suffering. But he is fighting? Why? You cannot respect? You cannot buy his fight? Or support. Or drink a beer in the meantime?

Today may not be a good day. But he gives it up? shit, no! He is with you... and damn. Congratz. You are awesome. ¬¬

It is ok to just be sad about stuff. This doesn't mean to not deal with it. To share some tough is an act of confidence. If you think it is your way to speak out anything that come trough you head, so, fine. Respect that. That may work for you. But if this whole shit was for me, I would smile at your magic tricks of how to be happy, and get along on my way alone. Far from your perfect life.

Maybe I was frozen for some seconds. Lost in toughs. Alone in my mind.
You appears. Make me smile. I commented about my day and BAM! Opinions! Dis-talk!
Heck! That is the moment when you see some people you really care and like... maybe are just worthless.

Maybe it is too hard for someone to be there. And have to "mirrorly" speak their soul.
Or maybe it is just I that can not understand tolerate such thing...

image: [Ali of the Dolls]

[Life isn't beautiful] Suicide Letter for The Still Living Mind of The Only Awesome One warChild

People screw it up. I'm tired. Press play. This is what I have to say:





Make things do things, and things happens.

Opinions is not rules.

If you NEED to do something, and don't do. Nobody will do for you. If you CAN do something, and don't do it. Another one will, and you'll be left behind.

Don't think positive. Do positive.

If you are doing something, there is an invisible machine trying to sabote you. It may be hidden inside your head or even at the side seat. But if you gonna fight a lion, be prepare to kill ten dragons at the first round. Again: don't think positive, be ready to WIN, flawlessly.

If people wants to play shit, flush them out of your life.

If your life are stuck on shit, give up of it. Are you afraid? Remember the "suicide jump" of the bird is what makes it fly away.

Be smart.

You only screw when you take everything literally. You have two lives right now. Physical and mental. If you kill your physical life you can strongly screw everything up for you. If you jump of the cliff with your mind, then you might have a chance. And watch out: you can also physically damage your mental life. Drugs and bad ideas isn't the answer for anything.

Talk about ideas with everyone. Don't let anyone down your mood. But listen and try to figure things out. The right paths is always hidden.

Don't talk about people. You are probably right about someones mistake. As you'll be probably wrong at someones "right mouth". Forget it. Just do stuff. Create something awesome. Make people talk about the awesome stuff you DO. Not about your character or choices. Individual concerns is a matter of one. Respect that.

Don't think everything is about you. Just open your mind, but do not receive free punches. Be aware to life. Not guilty.

If nobody wants to "listen" or "care about" you, "listen" and "care about" yourself.

Life is forward. If you get it, you may walk forward, and remember to not backtrack and stuck at somebody, convincing them about where they should go. Everybody chooses their own paths. Forget about it. Even if you care about them and you think they are doing the ultimate shit. It is their shit. Deal with it.

Don't care about "forever" things. You gonna sure die, so your living time is limited. Do not take things as friendship, love or opinions as a "forever" status. Don't act for tags that yourself attach to your life. Feel life. Permit yourself to change, experiment new things, and go forward. If the friendship, love or anything could pass trough changes and upgrade within, then maybe it may walk with you some more time. But WHATEVER. Keep walking.

If someone say how they live and how they feel about anything, and you really like that person and think that is really cool. Remember what I said above. Nothing is forever. And I would say more. Somethings may even do not exist at all. Maybe people are just looking for the absolute inverse what they live as or talk about. It is sad. But it may happens.

About people: don't wait. Don't create expectatives. Don't wish for.

If you can deal with life alone, maybe you will find someone who can deal with it aswel, and divide some experiences together.

Treat everyone nice. You may despise the human race, but nobody should care about that, not even you.

Smile.

If someone is really an asshole and your balls are in pain about just hearing their voice, and you get the opportunity (or are too drunk to think better), do it. Puke it all out: be an asshole and say what you think about this person. It is better to really be a sincere asshole, than swallow the shit persons personal adjetives your throat down. And remember you can be totally wrong, so, if needed, apologie when your mind got easier on the subject and move on - if you offended the person in public, be a man, and apologies in "public" - don't make a show of it, just say when you feel.

If you are right, you are dead. Permit yourself to be wrong. Live, discover. Don't take yourself too seriously. You do shit also.

Don't read this. Life is yours. Fuck what I'm saying. Just open your mind for possibilities. And...
WALK.
DO.
FEEL.

and most important: forget about me.

[Life isn't beauty] You lose when you give

Darth Vader and his dog

It is something quite strange in human behavior. You see, you can notice how people like to share poems, pretty images and stuff. In a matter of fact they may share only some lines of the poem, and not the poem itself. Sure, who have time to read some shit? uh? It is more important to show that you are adept of pretty things.

So, yeah! Moving forward. You probably heard about "You gain when you give".
It is a wonderful catch phrase that can be added in happy google image's picture to share in Facebook or Powerpoint stuff... but the Reality is harsh bro! If you give they take! And thats it. Just like that.

People always wants something, and when they have it don't have importance at all. Like, an iPhone 3GS. We have iPhone 4 now! And so it is with feelings. "Oh, how I want attention and some care, it is ask too much?". Ok! You give it, the asker takes it, and it is game over bro. You give something warm of you and it just goes away with it.

So be aware. Protect what it is important and warm with you. Inside you. When you find someone really AWESOME, this person will not take it from you... this person will desire to be near of you to feel this warm with you. And not run away with it like "ok, achievement unlocked". How awesome am I?
So awesome that you take something you can't care less, congratz, sucker!

Anyways...fuck this shit. Need to study, but just can't. Someone take my patience. Need another one......
[Posting this to justify my lack of focus, just great warkiddo....]

Sex day? Nah, need a table

This table!


happy sex day or whatever... congratz hands!

Nintendo Walking in Circles

I've made a post about the actual viewpoint of industry by Big N in my Game Design Blog. Nintendo have the right instinct on their view but professionally they are losing an opportunity on their mission. They are a game company, not a judge of trends.

In this post I analyse the past, the present, other markets and what can be done to own the best professionals without being a "We are already good, try to be good far away and come back later".

Check it out the full post [here].




Remember Nintendo: the highest place isn't where you looks all the others below, is the place that is still above your head. Look up!

Invasão Zumbi

Invasão Zumbi "Zombie Invasion" (click to play)

Another Brazilian game that my eyes were pleased to watch and my fingers happy to play. The mechanics is pretty basics. The game follows the “Tower defence” premise. You have to put some high technologic weapons against goddamn zombies. The art is pretty coherent and the flow is ok – only in the beginning.

1-      Let’s see the elements:

 

You got a map to place the weapons near the path where the zombies gonna walk. You have a menu with:

Money:  to buy weapons and stuff:

1. Basic Weapon

2. A Launcher

3. Something I don’t get it

4. An expensive missile button that explode all zombies on the screen

5. I think this is a paralysis gas

6. Repair tool

7. Upgrade Tool

8. Sell Tool

9. Pause game

10. Stop sound

3 maps with a path and a space for your weapons: City, desert and beach.

Enemies Zombies:

Man: Basic walking and easy to die

Woman: A little more faster but easy to die

Fat Woman: Medium to Die.

Clown car: faster and medium to die.

Crawler: Harder to die.

The enemies attack in groups. Apparently they follow some order of appearance, but I’m not so sure about it. I just feel that somehow they got faster with time.

The game is pretty ok, not fantastic creatively or revolutionary. It is modest and honest. There are some problems with it.

 2-      Main problems:

The game is unbalanced. Only in the beginning you gonna face some challenge. After this you have only to manage your weapons and wait a lot of time to the map changes. In fact I really don’t get if you have some certain amount of money to get, if you have to wait till the enemies sequence is over – long story short – I really don’t get the objective. You know, protect the fort till…??

Another thing is the weapons you have. I put some basics at the beginning. When I got some money I tried something that blast a blue wave of nothing. The problem here is that you have to guess what you are buying. It is just a button with a draw and you have to figure it out by yourself. There is no name appearing if you pass the mouse over it… nothing, any clues. You have to try. I put it there, so it blast it waves, but my basic weapons do the service. So I use the sell button and get rid of it.

So I tried the launcher. It’s godamn motherfucker. It is powerful, but slow. When the missile hits the ground the zombies are dancing in my fort. So I sold it. Then I tried the cloud icon. And it appears an animation of a green smoke and I don’t get at first, at second I guess it paralysis the zombies for a while. After that I tried the nuke button and do what you might think it would. Explode everything.

The real deal of the game is to buy the basic weapon and upgrade it once (you can upgrade it once at all). A little strategy and BANG! You will build an insurmountable path of death for the undead – what? And well, you have only to manage and wait the moment it will teleports you to another map.
And dude, it take a huuuuge while to this happens. With time the enemies get boring and repeated. Maybe they get faster or maybe I was getting mad and have this impression. But the fact is, you can manage all the hordes with a simple strategy you did in the beginning. You don’t need even to use special weapons or stuff.

Another problem happens when you place the weapons in the bottom line at the map. The status of your weapon appears out of screen  ~so~ you can’t see the status gauge of your own weapon. It is pretty easy to fix this although. Just slightly raise the map - and it is done. ;)

But this also happens when you place a weapon behind another one as you can see in the image below.

Tips for the future?

The buttons have some similarities with facebook way of gaming. And the game could be awesome for facebook with a few modifications. You could arm your own map and wait for friends to try to invade it. But this is for another time. ;)

The game was developed by David de Siqueira and Diego Cordeiro Barboza. Great works dudes. Just a little balance and some fix and it will be great. =)

Rise of theTitans: Preview-review

There is a cool dude that I know at Twitter, he did a game for GGJ2011 too. The name is Rise of Titans. The game is pretty simple and it uses the mechanism of shooting trying to block the enemies from passing certain point. The art is pretty stunning, and the enemies shooting the ice wall and the light of the shoots give a cool "ambient".

What I will do here is a Preview-Review; "what is this?" you ask. Well, a preview is something you can see while the game still in development. A Review is something you do after the game is launched. A preview-review is something you write of how the game will look if some features are added.

Ok, the game was made for GGJ’11 but I have long fingers and all of them it’s shacking here to write about improvements. Also: this is a game that can be ported easily to iPhone with some design changes.

This twitter dude said “I really can’t understand what this crazy Game designers talk about”, well dude, I hope you got what this designer here has to say. xD

First: Meet the elements

We have enemies that vary between fast and slow.
We have the Titan: the player.
We have a HUD of the player’s life.
We have the (mental) line (end of screen) to be crossed.
We have the ice wall protecting the line.
We have the ice bolt to attack enemies.





 
Second: Interface

The enemies come from the top marching down trying to reach the “line”. The player is in the top of an ice mountain or something like that. And now we have the first problem: the HUD. Ok, the player has some amount of life to resist the enemies, but the HUD has to be up there? There is the space where I see the enemies coming: foots approaching. It is the space to think about what to do.

Behind the player we have a useless space of nothing, and there is a good place to put the HUD. It is a good rest place for the eyes and for the HUD.

This was the critical design thing to say about the game.

Now the cool thing:

Third: iPhone port

The iPhone screen is a different resolution, but this also creates a huge opportunity of FUN. See, you have a greater enemy space.

Things that could be: the player-character can walk right-left like the original, but it would be interesting also if he stays in the center of the “mountain” using his power. And not the straight line power. But let’s assume the power have some density. So the player can touch anywhere in the screen and the power goes there in a curve. The character doesn’t cast a spell, but throw the ice power. So the player can hit some enemy behind another enemy.

Why this is cool? Cause it can give a strategy feeling to the game. You touch some place and the power goes. Imagine the fast enemy, you touch him, but when the power goes there, the enemy is in another place. So the player will have to think where to touch to hit the guy.

Like the Ice Wall, why just put it protecting the line? Maybe some “shinning” appears in the screen and if you throw – for example - 5 ice powers there, a wall appears (Yup! random places).

Another thing is to put a MP HUD. In the original game the player can cast how many ice power he wants. But for this iPhone port would be great if a MP gauge decrease when some power is used. So if the player attacks like a maniac the MP gauge reaches zero. And to come back he will have to wait like 5 seconds (for example).

Also could be trucks that spill enemies from the middle of the screen. Oh, god. There is so many things it could be. Hehehe

Great job, dudes. Hope you guys could make something for iStore or Live soon. =)

Edit:
OOOOooops! I forgot to put the link for the game. \o> dooh!
Play the game [here]