GARREN'S PROFILE

The game looks fine. I am rather bummed that I can't play it because I can't read/speak Spanish very well, but you certainly put effort into it.

By the way, did you get the PM I sent you?

Thank you, LaValle. This was very helpful.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that that beginning part came out of the top of my head, right when I wrote that. I now have no intention of actually using that. I currently am brainstorming (thanks to Chaos Productions) on what I realy want my game to be. I'll post the main problem.

Thousands of yers ago, in a world where chaos reigned and old demons walked the earth, humans were treated as mere dogs by dark forces greater than they were. These beings were called the Old Ones, and they were lead by a great demon, Cthulu. The humans were afraid, afraid of the Old Ones, afraid of Cthulu, even afraid of each other. Generation after generation hoped and prayed for a holy warrior to cast down these terrifying rulers, and to end the carnage of the impending chaos which had plagued the world since the Old Ones.
Finnaly, a great, winged warrior came from the sky, clothed in garbs of pure light. He called for the three poorest and lowly souls to come before him, and to kneel before his feet. When they kneeled, they became gifted with strength, and the Great Liborator called them Sky Knights. Wielding his great sword Excalibur, he lead the warriors to battle against Cthulu, and sealed him in Hades. Cthulu will remain in Hades as long as at least one of the Sky Knights, or their kin, in still on Earth. The other Old Ones fled, leaving only the destructive aftermath of their reign in their place. The Sky Knights then gained control of the Earth, and lead Mankind into a time of peace and knowledge, soon leaving the Old Ones as distant, faint memories...

Now, two thousand years after the Old Ones left the Earth, Cthulu begins to stir. After two thousand years in Hades, Cthulu wants out. He shakes the Earth with his fury, and bellows so loud mountains erupt and clouds fall from the sky. He creates minions, earthly minions, to go out and seek the Sky Knights, and to bring them to him so he can leave his forsaken hole...

Trinton was fifteen when Cthulu's minions attacked his hometown. The King of their village was a decendant of a Sky Knight, Lucifur, and it was their town which Cthulu's creeps decided to demolish first. Poor Trinton was forced to hide and watch as everyone he knew and loved was massacred. When he came out of his hiding place, nearly everyone was gone. every building had been ruined in some way, and often were decorated with the limp bodies of their residents.
Expiriencing such a thing was traumatizing for Trinton, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before the next kingdom was devoured by Cthulu's ambitions. Trinton vows to protect mankind from Cthulu, and sets out on a journey to warn neighboring kingdoms of Cthulu's coming, and to find a way to destroy the terrible Cthulu.

Well? This one was a bit more planned, and this is only the very beginning of the game. As I type I am planning various characters and plot twists, but I need feedback. Thanks for listening!

Haha! A GameMaker game! I use GameMaker, too!

Dude...

author=Feldschlacht IV link=topic=1013.msg32587#msg32587 date=1221769620
I just want you to understand that you are a pathetic human-being, you are fucking trash, that is all you will ever be. I literally mean this from the bottom of my heart, you will never be anything in life. You will sleep around now, catch an STD, have a couple of illegitimate children, float around as a waitress to support your children until you meet some guy who you will use as a meal ticket. You will eventually put on 200 lbs and have a chronic cough from all the chain smoking. Your children will grow up resenting you and what a waste of a human being you are. Your children will join a messageboard as well and constantly make topics about how a dumb, useless bitch their mother is.

Seriously, look at you, what are you good at? You can't even italicize a message you are quoting, your brain is that simple. Seriously, tell me, what are you good at? I haven't even met you and I can already tell that you'll never be anything in life but a strain on the welfare system. Probably become some sort of coke fiend if you aren't already. How do you wake up in the morning knowing that you are below average in every sense of the word? How do you live with yourself knowing that the only talent you have in this life is opening your legs and taking whatever dick will get you a meal that day? You're on the fast track to being a truck stop prostitute, giving head for rides on your "journey" to find some sort of meaning in your worthless fucking life. Maybe you can do porno, but there are already millions of bitches better looking than you doing that. You are fucking trash, you are sub-human, and the only bit of happiness you get in life is having a bunch of fucking losers giving you attention over the internet. Just go to the closest mirror and take a good, hard, look at yourself and realize that you will never be happy, that you will always be sub-par, and that you will die unaccomplished. Please realize that some people simply were born to be complete failures in life. It's the bell curve, and you are the lowest denominator.

This is gonna be my signiture.