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General Discussion / 3 Wishes
« on: February 04, 2011, 07:01:33 pm »

General Discussion / Ironclad
« on: January 23, 2011, 07:36:32 pm »

« on: January 18, 2011, 05:43:54 pm »
This topic has been moved to Contests.

Official Contest / [BULLETIN] Cage Match Help
« on: January 18, 2011, 05:38:30 pm »
If you need help on something calculator-wise and you're in a Cage Match, post here.

TI-BASIC / Text sprite finder
« on: January 16, 2011, 05:07:42 pm »
I need someone to email me one at ([email protected]).

Official Contest / Cage Match #4: Puzzle with a Plot
« on: January 06, 2011, 10:49:05 pm »
Let the judging begin.

General Discussion / Joburg Jam
« on: January 05, 2011, 12:19:25 pm »

General Calculator Help / Game Design Documents
« on: January 02, 2011, 10:16:27 pm »
As of recently, I can no longer program calculator games.
No time.

However, on occasion, I will upload some design documents of the ideas I have in my head.
Maybe someone can program the games in my stead...

Who knows?

Just gimme credit where credit is due when you use them.

I'll upload one soonish.

Miscellaneous / Why do you like Phantom Sanctuary?
« on: December 31, 2010, 08:07:52 pm »
Topic title.

Miscellaneous / The List
« on: December 28, 2010, 04:18:12 pm »
If you are on this list, you have made an impact on my life this past year.

*KermMartian - Your endeavors in the calculator world are very, VERY commendable. Your brainchild, DCS 7, is easily your mark on that world.

*DJ Omnimaga - Now, you lose The Game for a change. Annnd, you survived through some pretty tough stuff.

*Hot_Dog - Straight up respect.

*Builderboy - Because you are a god of programming. Simple enough.

*BrandonW - One word: OMGYOUNEEDTOSTOPMAKINGCRAZYTHINGSOUTOFCALCULATORS. (jk, but srsly, you have knowledge of old calculator magicks, man. Teach me the ways of the Force please. kthxbye.) :)

*Weregoose - A mathemagician amongst men.

*merthsoft - Kerm's kitty. Guy with a heart of gold and stronger opinions.

*Quigibo - Axe Parser. Berkeley student. End of line.

*Iambian - He's a cherry flavored dragon!

*tr1p1ea (wherever the hell you are) - xLIB.

*SirCmpwn - Goddamn. I mean, the amount of respect I have for you is in the ridiculous amounts.

*Qwerty.55 - Respect.

*FinaleTI - Big ups to you, man. Flashbooking my stories and what not. Also, Nostalgia.

*meishe91 - Tis my brother from another mother. (srs) (but not really)

*Geekboy & tanner (I forgot the numbers at the end of your username) - Phantom Sanctuary fans #1 and #2. And I get you guys confused... a lot. But, you guys are awesome. Compounded awesome perhaps?

*Deep Thought & calc84maniac - Calc is ASM crazy and Deep Thought is... well... "The answer is 42."

Thank you all.

EDIT: Special thanks to nemo, for being nemo.

Miscellaneous / Trolley
« on: December 26, 2010, 07:22:11 pm »
That trolley is our soul.

Even in the dead of winter, that trolley still functions. You can hear it for miles... The bell. It makes one crisp sound and then hits a resounding note that shakes the soul. It's quite a beautiful sound. The trolley is also our technological wonder. Gardenia's contribution to the world. So, why in the world would someone steal a trolley. That trolley is our soul.

As I arrive at the scene of the crime, the question immediately begin to race through my brain. How did someone manage to steal an entire trolley from its tracks? It can't run without a rail to guide it; the trolley is too heavy to be lifted and it would have made some sort of noise if it was forced off. But, it needed to be found soon. That trolley is our soul.

As I investigate the scene further, I realized a truth. There are no other police officers on the scene. No private eyes, no detectives or anything. I follow the rails until I see a set of lines cut out of the earth. They deviated from the normal set of tracks and felt an uneasy excitement. I was going to find the trolley sooner than I thought. That trolley is our soul.

But, as I came upon the end of those lines, I see all the police officers and detectives and such. I wander around them to see what they were looking at and then it hit me like a brick wall. The lines ended where the sea began and no amount of dredging would bring that trolley back. I let out a defeated sigh and so did the town in the years to come. Something about the town was dead inside. And I knew what it was...

After all, that trolley was our soul.

Miscellaneous / Cryptography Challenge
« on: December 24, 2010, 05:03:34 pm »

Heh. Solve please.
I'll give the answer a little later. :)

Official Contest / Cage Match #3: One-Button Game
« on: December 22, 2010, 01:02:01 am »
Let the judging begin.

(Note: The "BoostEntry" in this post is outdated - Look below for more details...)

Miscellaneous / Another November Night
« on: December 17, 2010, 04:38:56 pm »
Spoiler For Spoiler:
November 3rd, 2043

Morning. Will you be my friend, Reader? I hope so. I'm going to talk to you during this little story. It's much better that way.

Sunlight poured into my room and filled it with a feeling. You know about it. It's that warm fuzzy feeling that people usually feel on sunny winter days. Excuse me, let me correct myself. MOST people usually feel. For me, I lost that feeling around Iteration 17. (I'll tell you what that is later.) My eyes creaked open. Slowly. Painfully. And, so began the process of waking my body up in sections. Wasn't the best feeling in the world.

Once I had accomplished the feat of getting out of my very comfy bed, I grabbed my coat and walked out the house. I know what you're thinking. "What a slob. Didn't clean up at all." And, I'd do something about that... if I cared. But, I stopped caring about my hygenic needs around Iteration 34.

I walked out into the Gardinia Plaza. Instantly, bad memories from Iteration 42 came flooding back. The blood filled the cobblestone streets and dyed them a light crimson. But, this was another hallucination. Focus, Daniel, focus.

I needed to be careful.

I needed to make sure that I could still pass as normal. Even though I was anything but. I lost my sanity during Iteration 2. If you saw a duplicate of yourself, you'd go mad too. Especially when you can't tell anyone about it. (This society - my society - throws any abnormal people into psych bins.)

But, I can tell you, Reader. Yes, my one true friend... I can tell you. You must understand... today is November 3rd. And, it always has been November 3rd. Every night at 11:59:59 pm, I've stepped backwards in time. To the beginning of the day. Specifically, 12:00:00 am, November 3rd.

I can't stop. I've tried. Multiple times. I've chained myself down, put myself into a coma, even killed myself... Nothing. I wake up in my room again. Like nothing ever happened. Except something did happen. Because I remember. I remember every iteration of November 3rd. To me, that is how I count my days. Iterations.

This time, I had a plan. The last Iteration, I talked to an old gypsy who knew of this. It was some sort of curse (Curse of the Timewalker, she said?) and that it was a very powerful one at that. She also said that old magic like this wouldn't be broken easily and that I would have to seek out panacrea, a miracle herb that could cure all ailments and when administered properly, can break all enchantments. So, this Iteration, I set out to find this magic herb.

I had talked to another source that Iteration and word of mouth was that the herb was on the top of the Spindle, a steep and treacherous mountain north of Gardinia that punished anyone that made the mistake of climbing it. At least that what the lore was. But, the mountain didn't scare me.


My biggest fear were the afterimages. Those damn afterimages. The afterimages of myself left behind when I stepped through time. Each one of these images want to kill me (the gypsy said something about my insanity manifesting as them or that my insanity was them... I didn't remember). And, they were as tangible as the stone I stepped on, each armed with the last thing I was holding. One from Iteration 13 has a knife (fittingly), Iteration 57 has a book, Iteration 62 has a cardboard tube... but, there's one that I fear. Iteration 42. He has my father's gun from when I went on a killing spree that day. If I ran into him...

I couldn't imagine it. I ran faster.

I came to a point on the mountain where the walkway ended and it became a straight vertical climb on porcupine-quilled rock formations. Mustering all of my strength, I began to climb the spire.

Each step could have been my last. Each handhold could be an unstable one. If I lost control now, I'd have another dead afterimage after me. That's the last thing I need. Another afterimage keeping me from this cure. My hand scrambles to a ledge above me and I pull myself up.

This was it. I could see the panacrea from here. But, I saw something else too.

Just as my head peeks over the ledge, I see 42.

Fuckin' Iteration 42... holding my father's gun. And, as I look into the barrel of the gun, my hopes vanish into oblivion. There wasn't a point anymore. 42 would end me. Fast. And then, it would be...

Morning. Will you be my friend, Reader? I hope so. I'm going to talk to you during this little story. It's much better that way.

Another story I wrote two hours ago.

Miscellaneous / How many people liked Phantom Sanctuary?
« on: December 15, 2010, 11:19:37 am »
Counting my fan base. :)

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