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Fraps, rm2k3 and windows 8: Sound but no video~!
Facesforce here. I am trying to record on my new laptop using fraps, but a funny problem keeps coming up: I cannot get fraps to record the video, only the sound. I am trying to continue playing hellion, btw.
So, if anyone can figure out the setting to get it to record rm2k3 games, please tell me.
It works on other games, so... Any help will be appreciated!
So, if anyone can figure out the setting to get it to record rm2k3 games, please tell me.
It works on other games, so... Any help will be appreciated!
What are you thinking about right now?
The Screenshot Topic Returns
@meisam: The only thing I can think of is the map is lacking depth (iow. It's a bit square). Other then that, it seems fine too me.
What are you thinking about right now?
*sigh* I've returned! Bwahahaha, damn you japan, getting me fired and making me live there for 70 days as a hostel/homeless wanderer due to my last payment check taking forever to go through! Now my conquest of the US, and RMN may resume!
Help with modern algerbra's ATS 3.0 RMVX: Choice crashes project
Well, this is a farshot, mostly because I don't have a way to contact Modern Algerbra, and more so, however:
In my newest project, I am creating a text rpg in RMVX, using Modern Algerbra's ATS 3.0c
http://rmrk.net/index.php/topic,25348.0.html
However, I have run into a strange and slight problem...
The last choice of the first choice box crashes the game. Well, it does something strange anyways:
The third choice that is highlighted is the last of the choices, before it runs onto the next two choices in a seperate choice action. Upon selecting it:
I am given this monster. Please note that this is a empty choice, with only a comment in it(To make larger choices). This happens no matter what the case is, empty choice or not. It shows the last two choices behind what I am guessing to be the help box? If you select it, it goes back to the autorun event, but if you hit an arrow key:
It crashes, leading to this line in the script.
Ah, for thouse whom are familiar with this script, here are the overall settings I used in the code section before it:
ats_all (:message_width, 540)
ats_all (:message_height, 415)
ats_all (:max_lines, 16)
ats_all (:append_choice, true)
This is at the very begining of the game, setting up the large text window to flow perfectly. I only added the "append_choice" because I thought it would fix this, like it did in Modern's demo.
Any help would be greatly appreciates, and I am willing to post the actual demo to show what I mean.
In my newest project, I am creating a text rpg in RMVX, using Modern Algerbra's ATS 3.0c
http://rmrk.net/index.php/topic,25348.0.html
However, I have run into a strange and slight problem...
The last choice of the first choice box crashes the game. Well, it does something strange anyways:
The third choice that is highlighted is the last of the choices, before it runs onto the next two choices in a seperate choice action. Upon selecting it:
I am given this monster. Please note that this is a empty choice, with only a comment in it(To make larger choices). This happens no matter what the case is, empty choice or not. It shows the last two choices behind what I am guessing to be the help box? If you select it, it goes back to the autorun event, but if you hit an arrow key:
It crashes, leading to this line in the script.
Ah, for thouse whom are familiar with this script, here are the overall settings I used in the code section before it:
ats_all (:message_width, 540)
ats_all (:message_height, 415)
ats_all (:max_lines, 16)
ats_all (:append_choice, true)
This is at the very begining of the game, setting up the large text window to flow perfectly. I only added the "append_choice" because I thought it would fix this, like it did in Modern's demo.
Any help would be greatly appreciates, and I am willing to post the actual demo to show what I mean.
What are you thinking about right now?
*poof* Nenenene~
Why are there road signs to turn right here, although everyone drives on the left hand side of the road...? That, and I hate to say this but east europe is lousy. Just same place after anouther... Can't wait to make it home.
Why are there road signs to turn right here, although everyone drives on the left hand side of the road...? That, and I hate to say this but east europe is lousy. Just same place after anouther... Can't wait to make it home.
[Poll] Death Note - was Light Yagami right?
Perfection is accordance to the oberver's taste and reality. For example, the world that I think of a perfect world (Complete oppression and Resistance in a constant cycle) is not what most people call a perfect world for themselves, for their reality and tastes are exclusive to them personally.
I enjoyed Death Note in a way where I thought the idea of a perfect world was interesting, but I also saw Light Yagami as a bit childish to assume that just simple fear could create a perfect world; You need something a little more to knock people in line then just a unseen force killing people that do not fit his description of a fellow citizen. Still, it was a good read and at the end he was a complete villain, even if I was on his side for majority of the story.
I enjoyed Death Note in a way where I thought the idea of a perfect world was interesting, but I also saw Light Yagami as a bit childish to assume that just simple fear could create a perfect world; You need something a little more to knock people in line then just a unseen force killing people that do not fit his description of a fellow citizen. Still, it was a good read and at the end he was a complete villain, even if I was on his side for majority of the story.
Facesforce's Collected Writtings
I wrote a rough draft of a short story for the hell of it. Probably needs some editing and revisions made, but the concept was about a old mountain man trying to save people from being brainwashed in his own way, and get them away from the followers of the state government to the hideout of the people fleeing. Feel free to critique, and give suggestions to what needs to be edited. Not all of the grammar is correct, but normally not all thoughts are clear cut and I always has have perfered more of a "image" type of storytelling anyways. Not much dialouge in this one, mostly just his thoughts. Action scene felt a bit strange, but I'll fix it up in the editing later.
Returner "The Departured" Wind Charter
Moments become hours and hours streched on and on without no end. Make no mistake, you are not the one whom understands but rather it is that small sinking sensation in your chest that is the thing that is winning this battle, no doubt. Truth is you will never understand as long as you hold onto that fragile mentality. not even for a second.
Taro Shi woke to the sound of the campfire tinkling, it burning in its waste. It had been day nine since he had taken refuge from "The departure", a event that the others foolishly embraced as a wonderful pass of omen, of that the future was close at hand. Once again not a soul listened. Once again nobody understood his reasoning. If one man could know his own future, then that man surely is immortal and following such a path is rightous, correct?
Rising to his feet, he scanned the area about him. "...I see. Yon ain't comin after all", he joked in a cloused manner as it fell upon deaf ears. Alwqays did. Strolling towards the forest, he grabbed his things and kicked dirt onto the fire. Best not let the city dwellers be able to track him, he whom had defyied thier ways and left without hesitation. Thouse damn machines that they trust will ruin them. It echoed in the bones after all.
With this, he vanished into the early morning mist. Wetness embraced him with its cold shake, but he passed right through it. Cold ain't no enemy of his. Marching into the void, nothing would stop his march through the mountains. Never did.
Finally, after a few hours he came to a hollow, wherin a sound did reach his ears.
"A cry...?" he whispered anxiously. Yes, pain was no stranger to Taro, but did that matter after they sold thier souls in "the departure"? After all, even the Red mistress teaches you can't have pain without pleasure, but they went off and sold thier pain for pleasure alone. Once again he grit his teeth in anger, and even the desire to continue on and ignore the plead surfaced within him. No... Gotta go see he thought. The saved ones don't cry any more.
Out of the woods, at the beggining of the hollow was anouther small camp, mixed with soldiers and citizens alike, with a young girl in a steel cage flaking last of its trusty life away no doubt. She cried and cried but the two soldier's laughed at her and continued to play cards in front of there gate. Not a soul seemed to mind. Peering from the undergrowth, a spark of curiosity sprung in his chest. The others, the citizens and the soldiers in thier equally drab uniform's of gray and blue walked back and fro following thier way of normal life it seemed with that always present content smile on thier faces. "Departured" they're called, vile scum that went and willingly let themselves go to the Black king and accept old Grustek's "gift" of pleasure. Sure it does what he said, but was your soul worth it...? And more then that, what about the countless others that were forced to accept it? Harsh as it may be, once you get on that mental train, it never goes away. That smile will go and go on forever as they indulge in thier curroupt acts of madness without realizing it. But that girl... That girl ain't one of them. Nay, probably some poor soul about to get given to grustek, to join the "departured" long before a trip to the sky, 'cause departured never cry.
Taro Shi moved swiftly and grew closer to the encampment, thier azure tents all marked with that same two headed raven. Looking closely, he noticed that none of the garuds carried anything beyond a Silver Repeater. Still, a repeater's beam is enough to kill a man in less then three shots, so don't make matters much better. The others, people with fair complexitions and dark hair were cooking over Ritol Burners, with thier black needle radios buzzing in thier ears, listening to things beyond the encampments that they don't even realize that they are there. Just mindless drones really, a sea of false people. Readying up his throwing axes, Taro shi ran in, his long ragged black hair following creating a stream of confused smiles in his direction as the people looked towards him. Cling. One axe sunk into the head of one of the gaurds of the gate, the other happiliy not minding the death of his friend he was playing cards with as he turnned towards Taro with Repeaters in hand. A zap from the repeater singed the arm of Taro, but only one shot made it before Taro beheaded him without hesitation. The girl stopped crying to stare in shock and awe of the stranger whom cut down both soldiers, her red curls slightly shaking from her head swaying backword in confusion. Thunk. With out fail, Taro cut the lock and grabbed the girl, can't be more then twelve, out of the cage with him.
"Hurry. They'll be replaced soon" he grunted. Her eyes lit up with fear and confusion, but she nodded her small head. Good girl, least she's got common sense he thought in a hurry. Slowly, the ocean of "Departured" began to open as smiling maniac after smiling maniac dressed in thier perfect navy blue uniform's appeared, each unlocking the holster of the Silver repeater humming in its wake. Grabbing her, he pulled her into the undergrowth as they began to persue. Shouts of "With pleasure sir!" came from behind the two as they ran, stumbling and tripping over roots, looking for a way out. Finally, they came to a vertical rock face, hewn by the hand of god and Taro spun arround and grabbed her and hoisted her up the cliff, scrambling up the face himself right after her. Finally, the sounds of persuit died down as they started to make some tracks in between the soldiers of the black king's court.
Night had already fallen, but they set camp nonetheless. So far, she had not said a word to Taro, and personally it was starting to bother him, the fear of her being mute eating away at his burned mind. So far all she had replied with were confused nod's and a hint of a smile after he told her a old story about him while he was young. The sparks of the flint rock struck and lit, the fire burned bright and the heat beating the cold. Well, either way they would have to head towards Crim Bastion where he could drop her off with old mother Thressa. She took care of thouse whom needed hiding from the endless madness of the dark king, ole Grustek himself. He readed her a bed, and gave her the only blanket.
"I don't need it, these rags can keep me warm enough. You're dress there will be cold come morn." he explained. Shyly, she accepted and finally went to lie down underneath the tarp, but before she did she looked Taro dead in the eye and a tinkle of a voice slipped fourth:
"...Thank you..." and the silence resume like it was illusion as she covered up.
Hell, looks like she can speak after all, the humor staining his cracked lips as he rest against his new sleeping tree. Well, We'll get there in a moon from now, he reckoned as old man duke slowly forced his eyes shut bit by bit. Wonder what she'll tell me on the way there... After all, Taro was just a old returner, a person whom tries to save thouse whom are'nt the departured. Soon... They'll be back to yon Crim Bastion, and some rest could come at last. Finally his eyes closed with the last push from old man duke, making sure that when a soul is tired and weary they get rest for what lies ahead. Soon, they'll be there soon...
Returner "The Departured" Wind Charter
Moments become hours and hours streched on and on without no end. Make no mistake, you are not the one whom understands but rather it is that small sinking sensation in your chest that is the thing that is winning this battle, no doubt. Truth is you will never understand as long as you hold onto that fragile mentality. not even for a second.
Taro Shi woke to the sound of the campfire tinkling, it burning in its waste. It had been day nine since he had taken refuge from "The departure", a event that the others foolishly embraced as a wonderful pass of omen, of that the future was close at hand. Once again not a soul listened. Once again nobody understood his reasoning. If one man could know his own future, then that man surely is immortal and following such a path is rightous, correct?
Rising to his feet, he scanned the area about him. "...I see. Yon ain't comin after all", he joked in a cloused manner as it fell upon deaf ears. Alwqays did. Strolling towards the forest, he grabbed his things and kicked dirt onto the fire. Best not let the city dwellers be able to track him, he whom had defyied thier ways and left without hesitation. Thouse damn machines that they trust will ruin them. It echoed in the bones after all.
With this, he vanished into the early morning mist. Wetness embraced him with its cold shake, but he passed right through it. Cold ain't no enemy of his. Marching into the void, nothing would stop his march through the mountains. Never did.
Finally, after a few hours he came to a hollow, wherin a sound did reach his ears.
"A cry...?" he whispered anxiously. Yes, pain was no stranger to Taro, but did that matter after they sold thier souls in "the departure"? After all, even the Red mistress teaches you can't have pain without pleasure, but they went off and sold thier pain for pleasure alone. Once again he grit his teeth in anger, and even the desire to continue on and ignore the plead surfaced within him. No... Gotta go see he thought. The saved ones don't cry any more.
Out of the woods, at the beggining of the hollow was anouther small camp, mixed with soldiers and citizens alike, with a young girl in a steel cage flaking last of its trusty life away no doubt. She cried and cried but the two soldier's laughed at her and continued to play cards in front of there gate. Not a soul seemed to mind. Peering from the undergrowth, a spark of curiosity sprung in his chest. The others, the citizens and the soldiers in thier equally drab uniform's of gray and blue walked back and fro following thier way of normal life it seemed with that always present content smile on thier faces. "Departured" they're called, vile scum that went and willingly let themselves go to the Black king and accept old Grustek's "gift" of pleasure. Sure it does what he said, but was your soul worth it...? And more then that, what about the countless others that were forced to accept it? Harsh as it may be, once you get on that mental train, it never goes away. That smile will go and go on forever as they indulge in thier curroupt acts of madness without realizing it. But that girl... That girl ain't one of them. Nay, probably some poor soul about to get given to grustek, to join the "departured" long before a trip to the sky, 'cause departured never cry.
Taro Shi moved swiftly and grew closer to the encampment, thier azure tents all marked with that same two headed raven. Looking closely, he noticed that none of the garuds carried anything beyond a Silver Repeater. Still, a repeater's beam is enough to kill a man in less then three shots, so don't make matters much better. The others, people with fair complexitions and dark hair were cooking over Ritol Burners, with thier black needle radios buzzing in thier ears, listening to things beyond the encampments that they don't even realize that they are there. Just mindless drones really, a sea of false people. Readying up his throwing axes, Taro shi ran in, his long ragged black hair following creating a stream of confused smiles in his direction as the people looked towards him. Cling. One axe sunk into the head of one of the gaurds of the gate, the other happiliy not minding the death of his friend he was playing cards with as he turnned towards Taro with Repeaters in hand. A zap from the repeater singed the arm of Taro, but only one shot made it before Taro beheaded him without hesitation. The girl stopped crying to stare in shock and awe of the stranger whom cut down both soldiers, her red curls slightly shaking from her head swaying backword in confusion. Thunk. With out fail, Taro cut the lock and grabbed the girl, can't be more then twelve, out of the cage with him.
"Hurry. They'll be replaced soon" he grunted. Her eyes lit up with fear and confusion, but she nodded her small head. Good girl, least she's got common sense he thought in a hurry. Slowly, the ocean of "Departured" began to open as smiling maniac after smiling maniac dressed in thier perfect navy blue uniform's appeared, each unlocking the holster of the Silver repeater humming in its wake. Grabbing her, he pulled her into the undergrowth as they began to persue. Shouts of "With pleasure sir!" came from behind the two as they ran, stumbling and tripping over roots, looking for a way out. Finally, they came to a vertical rock face, hewn by the hand of god and Taro spun arround and grabbed her and hoisted her up the cliff, scrambling up the face himself right after her. Finally, the sounds of persuit died down as they started to make some tracks in between the soldiers of the black king's court.
Night had already fallen, but they set camp nonetheless. So far, she had not said a word to Taro, and personally it was starting to bother him, the fear of her being mute eating away at his burned mind. So far all she had replied with were confused nod's and a hint of a smile after he told her a old story about him while he was young. The sparks of the flint rock struck and lit, the fire burned bright and the heat beating the cold. Well, either way they would have to head towards Crim Bastion where he could drop her off with old mother Thressa. She took care of thouse whom needed hiding from the endless madness of the dark king, ole Grustek himself. He readed her a bed, and gave her the only blanket.
"I don't need it, these rags can keep me warm enough. You're dress there will be cold come morn." he explained. Shyly, she accepted and finally went to lie down underneath the tarp, but before she did she looked Taro dead in the eye and a tinkle of a voice slipped fourth:
"...Thank you..." and the silence resume like it was illusion as she covered up.
Hell, looks like she can speak after all, the humor staining his cracked lips as he rest against his new sleeping tree. Well, We'll get there in a moon from now, he reckoned as old man duke slowly forced his eyes shut bit by bit. Wonder what she'll tell me on the way there... After all, Taro was just a old returner, a person whom tries to save thouse whom are'nt the departured. Soon... They'll be back to yon Crim Bastion, and some rest could come at last. Finally his eyes closed with the last push from old man duke, making sure that when a soul is tired and weary they get rest for what lies ahead. Soon, they'll be there soon...
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