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LOOKING FOR A GAME MAKING GROUP/PARTNER
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DakuRaita
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CloseHey, m'name's Daku and I'm a story writer, and also an artist, but I just draw manga-like people. I'm looking for someone who knows how to program games cause I've tried, and I'm still befuddled by all complexity to it (I'm not the most teksavvy person).
I'm quite creative and can make an interesting story with any topic. I work as hard as people that work with me. I enjoy any kind of game, as long as they're interesting.
Well, I think that's the gist of what I can give, unless there's other bits and pieces of info that need to be said; in which case, just ask me about it, I'm happy to reply.
Here's an older picture I drew of a Touhou character:
And here's a more recent one, freehand drawing:
I'm quite creative and can make an interesting story with any topic. I work as hard as people that work with me. I enjoy any kind of game, as long as they're interesting.
Well, I think that's the gist of what I can give, unless there's other bits and pieces of info that need to be said; in which case, just ask me about it, I'm happy to reply.
Here's an older picture I drew of a Touhou character:
And here's a more recent one, freehand drawing:
author=Neok
Post your art!
http://dakuraita.deviantart.com/ the pics are a little old, but i can post up some new stuff if needed
TheNecromancer
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author=DakuRaitaauthor=Neokhttp://dakuraita.deviantart.com/ the pics are a little old, but i can post up some new stuff if needed
Post your art!
You're gonna need to post them here. Just use the img tags.
Can use hide tags for large ones
This one is really nice.
I'll make your game if you make mine!
Sarcasm/kidding aside, what have you tried to do, programming-wise? I mean, I'm half-assuming you're trying to use one of the RPG Maker engines (though this isn't nessessarily the case), and those make the process of gam mak insanely easier than going in with nothing!
Sarcasm/kidding aside, what have you tried to do, programming-wise? I mean, I'm half-assuming you're trying to use one of the RPG Maker engines (though this isn't nessessarily the case), and those make the process of gam mak insanely easier than going in with nothing!
author=Marrend
I'll make your game if you make mine!
Sarcasm/kidding aside, what have you tried to do, programming-wise? I mean, I'm half-assuming you're trying to use one of the RPG Maker engines (though this isn't nessessarily the case), and those make the process of gam mak insanely easier than going in with nothing!
I've tried to use a bunch of methods, and there are only some engines I can use, cause of some personal stuff. If I had the proper equipment, I'd probably be able to make games easier, but since I don't then there's no other option to really go. I've tried to learn how to do coding, but my brain can't process that >sad face<.
author=Link_2112author=DakuRaitaYou're gonna need to post them here. Just use the img tags.author=Neokhttp://dakuraita.deviantart.com/ the pics are a little old, but i can post up some new stuff if needed
Post your art!
Can use hide tags for large ones
This one is really nice.
haha, thanks. I didn't really know how to do that, even after reading the rules board so I'll do that next time :3
Are you looking for specifically a programmer to work with? What are your opinions on RPG Maker projects? And what kind of stories do you like to write?
TheNecromancer
3160
author=DakuRaita
haha, thanks. I didn't really know how to do that, even after reading the rules board so I'll do that next time :3
Np :) You really should go back to your first post and edit it now, to put in some of your art. It's actually a requirement and your topic could be locked if you don't. Also, double posting like that is discouraged. Hit quote, reply, then hit quote on the next persons post to have it added to your reply.
Don't worry, you'll get the hang of things eventually. There are a lot of people who post these kinds of threads and generally they are not met with open arms. I recommend sticking around, getting involved, get to know people, and you will have a much better chance of finding someone to work with. The biggest thing is to clearly show what you have to offer, rather than saying you can do things and waiting for people to ask you.
author=Link_2112
yeah, thanks,this is my first time actually posting on a forum,so i'll try my best x3
author=unityI'm mainly looking for a programmer, but if they can do other stuff like draw and make stories, that's awesome as well. I think that's a plus cause creative collaboration is great in terms of making a project and the like. I've been attempting to make games for a while, and it reminds me of knitting sweaters. It's hard but fun, and the end result is often worth the work. I like to write any kind of genre, but I excel at writing stories using five words as the basis. Like this story I wrote which was a story that someone asked me to write using orange, scent, memory, freedom and flute. The type of story changes depending on the words that are given, but the people that read my stuff tend to love it. In other words, my skills is very jack-of-trades-like.
Are you looking for specifically a programmer to work with? What are your opinions on RPG Maker projects? And what kind of stories do you like to write?
When I was only five, I would always go to the forest with my grandparents. Before, I would go with my mamma and papa, but I had lost my mama and papa in a car accident when I was only two. Ever since then, I had my grandpa and my grandma take care of me. We would always have a picnic in this special clearing surrounded by orange trees. The air always smelled sweet and, well, like oranges. I’ve had so many happy memories there playing with my grandparents and listening to my grandfather play the flute as I drifted off to sleep in my grandmother’s lap. I felt so happy and free there since my grandparents let me run around and climb the trees. Just as long as I was careful. One day, when I was ten, we moved away. It saddened me that we had to leave, and even though I begged them millions of times, we didn’t move back.
“The place that we are moving to has a lot of kids your age that you can play with. You’ll like it there. You won’t be as lonely there,” grandmother said.
“But I wasn’t lonely there,” I replied.
“But you’ll know so many more friends when we move there.” They didn’t know how wrong they were. At first, the kids seemed nice, all laughing and playing together, but when I tried to join in, they’d throw rocks and sticks.... anything they could get their hands on. What was wrong with them? What was wrong with ME?
“Grandma, I want to go back home,” I told her one day.
“But we ARE home, sweetie.” She patted my head.
“It’s only a house. This isn’t home,” I said softly. At school, the rule there between all the kids was to beat up or be beaten up. I was a pacifist, so it was hard to not be an easy target. I would get tied up and kicked around. They always made sure to hit where my skin didn’t show. I always cried at night, wishing I could go back to the clearing with the orange trees when I felt truly happy.
You know the saying ‘If you can’t beat them, join them’? Well, that’s what I did. Even though I pretended to enjoy it, I was disgusted inside. I hurt others and laughed at them. I became the most feared and the most respected person at school. I had friends, but I always made sure to keep a wall between us. A large brick wall reinforced with metal supports and spikes to keep others away. I cried inside when I laughed at others. I kept setting up more and more layers onto myself. It was so heavy that it suffocated me, but I kept covering myself, layer after layer. Wall after wall. Mask upon mask. I was killing myself and turning my heart to stone. I kept myself distant from my grandparents and everyone else around me. And as I saw my grandparents look at me sadly every time, it would stab a knife into my heart further and further through.
One night, I snapped. I couldn’t live like this any longer. I quietly got out of bed and left the house as I put my sneakers on. I wanted to go back. I wanted to see the orange trees once more. I ran as fast as I could away from my charade and back to who I really was. Tears stung my eyes and streamed down my face as I ran back home. Even when my legs were on fire and turning into lead, I still kept going. I wanted to be free once more.
The forest was sealed off by a metal gate when I got there. Desperate, I climbed over the fence. I had to get there, I wanted to be home. As I dropped to the ground, an alarm went off nearby and I ran. The clearing was so close, I could smell the scent of oranges drifting through the air. Then, there it was. I was standing in the middle of the ring of trees and I dropped to the ground. Even when security came and pinned me to the ground, I was happy. Happy that I found myself once again. Happy that I was home.
“I’m home,” I said as someone held a gun barrel to my forehead. “Mamma, papa... I’m home...”
“The place that we are moving to has a lot of kids your age that you can play with. You’ll like it there. You won’t be as lonely there,” grandmother said.
“But I wasn’t lonely there,” I replied.
“But you’ll know so many more friends when we move there.” They didn’t know how wrong they were. At first, the kids seemed nice, all laughing and playing together, but when I tried to join in, they’d throw rocks and sticks.... anything they could get their hands on. What was wrong with them? What was wrong with ME?
“Grandma, I want to go back home,” I told her one day.
“But we ARE home, sweetie.” She patted my head.
“It’s only a house. This isn’t home,” I said softly. At school, the rule there between all the kids was to beat up or be beaten up. I was a pacifist, so it was hard to not be an easy target. I would get tied up and kicked around. They always made sure to hit where my skin didn’t show. I always cried at night, wishing I could go back to the clearing with the orange trees when I felt truly happy.
You know the saying ‘If you can’t beat them, join them’? Well, that’s what I did. Even though I pretended to enjoy it, I was disgusted inside. I hurt others and laughed at them. I became the most feared and the most respected person at school. I had friends, but I always made sure to keep a wall between us. A large brick wall reinforced with metal supports and spikes to keep others away. I cried inside when I laughed at others. I kept setting up more and more layers onto myself. It was so heavy that it suffocated me, but I kept covering myself, layer after layer. Wall after wall. Mask upon mask. I was killing myself and turning my heart to stone. I kept myself distant from my grandparents and everyone else around me. And as I saw my grandparents look at me sadly every time, it would stab a knife into my heart further and further through.
One night, I snapped. I couldn’t live like this any longer. I quietly got out of bed and left the house as I put my sneakers on. I wanted to go back. I wanted to see the orange trees once more. I ran as fast as I could away from my charade and back to who I really was. Tears stung my eyes and streamed down my face as I ran back home. Even when my legs were on fire and turning into lead, I still kept going. I wanted to be free once more.
The forest was sealed off by a metal gate when I got there. Desperate, I climbed over the fence. I had to get there, I wanted to be home. As I dropped to the ground, an alarm went off nearby and I ran. The clearing was so close, I could smell the scent of oranges drifting through the air. Then, there it was. I was standing in the middle of the ring of trees and I dropped to the ground. Even when security came and pinned me to the ground, I was happy. Happy that I found myself once again. Happy that I was home.
“I’m home,” I said as someone held a gun barrel to my forehead. “Mamma, papa... I’m home...”
TheNecromancer
3160
Aaaand you immediately double post again. Nice.
Your images in the first post didn't work. You need to use a link that has the file name at the end of it. img tag is better than thumb tag.
Your images in the first post didn't work. You need to use a link that has the file name at the end of it. img tag is better than thumb tag.
author=Link_2112
Aaaand you immediately double post again. Nice.
Your images in the first post didn't work. You need to use a link that has the file name at the end of it. img tag is better than thumb tag.
sorry, i didn't realise, and when i tried the img thing, i couldn't see the pic myself, so i worried that nobody else could see it :I plus I was referring to two people, so yeah
flapbat
1053
RMN... everyone here sure is strangely freaking critical of double-posts and newbie foibles. So very inviting to newcomers. Do we want to grow or is this some silly enclave?
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TheNecromancer
3160
Newcomers should want to learn the rules. I don't think that's strange. I was pretty calm about what I said.
But no, let's just say that we're mean to newcomers when we point out things they do wrong.
But no, let's just say that we're mean to newcomers when we point out things they do wrong.
author=flapbatWell, I guess it's annoying to see the same person post over and over again, like a person having the only say in a conversation :I
RMN... everyone here sure is strangely freaking critical of double-posts and newbie foibles. So very inviting to newcomers. Do we want to grow or is this some silly enclave?
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suzy_cheesedreams
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You can address more than one person in the one post, just name the user you're responding to.
flapbat
1053
Yes, yes, I'm well aware of editing posts and addressing different people. And yes, newcomers should (and typically do) want to learn the rules. What I'm saying is that although the way Link_2112 presented his complaint wasn't that severe, it wasn't very welcoming either. I doubt anyone has ever left a forum because of a double post. Plenty of people have left because they feel unwelcome.
@Link: No need to turn my argument on its head. Stuff like this is something I really do see a lot of, and I'm trying to point out the generally negative way that people here "correct" newcomers. I left for years after signing up on RMN because of precisely that: site negativity. It's nothing personal against you. It's just part of the site culture that I hope people become aware of and try to change.
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@Link: No need to turn my argument on its head. Stuff like this is something I really do see a lot of, and I'm trying to point out the generally negative way that people here "correct" newcomers. I left for years after signing up on RMN because of precisely that: site negativity. It's nothing personal against you. It's just part of the site culture that I hope people become aware of and try to change.
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