Still working on this one. I’m pretty concerned at this point that I’ve tripped into the audio equivalent of slathering a picture in lens flares. I have no idea what I’m doing
Hello everyone. The Amya Kickstarter is now half way towards its funding deadline. With our tracking sitting at 49% funded, we are still in need of great assistance!
Amya tells the story of Faye, a mute spell-touched who lives a sheltered life as the youngest daughter to a great lord. She is burdened with dark dreams of an apocalypse, and it isn’t long until her tranquil life changes when a fateful encounter with a young man sends her on a spiraling journey of self-discovery.
As Faye and her unlikely companions pursue an adventure that is greater than any of them could have anticipated, she discovers how heavy the burden she carries truly is. She is to be the pinnacle of the world’s survival or destruction, and must decide if she wishes to sacrifice her own humanity for the world — or the world for her humanity.
Please consider supporting the campaign by either spreading the word or donating. It would mean so much to us! Amya is our dream as well as our passion. We need your help to take it further!
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All my thanks,
I live near a bunch of charity shops now, which is awesome mainly for buying books. The memory of breaking my back moving my current collection is already fading, and I’m ready to acquire more!
Not that finding old copies of National Geographic magazine is a real achievement, but I’m pretty chuffed about this basically pristine April 1972 copy I got for 50p. It has a huge article about the “Polish People’s Republic”, and the ads inside are incredible.
It’s mostly for fancy watches, cassette tapes, and some sort of “Programmed Individual Presentation” which brags that “for a typical half-hour programme, it only uses 50 feet of tape”. Awww yeah.
Hey, I’m Dirk Grundy, I make an internet comic titled String Theory. It’s About villainy and no-goodniks, responsibility shirking, and feeling lost. I think. Mostly it’s the product of me just loving the creepy buttholes in movies and comics and suchlike. Anyway.
If there’s anything I hear…
Also, John Barrowman seriously needs to shut the fuck up
Heather doesn’t rhyme with umbrella, man
I just arrived in Glasgow, and I guess it goes to show how out of the loop I am since I had forgotten the Commonwealth Games were happening here, and actually kicking off today. It’s sunnier than I’ve ever seen Glasgow, which seems unfair since I lived here through 18 years of rain, only for it to roll out the good weather when company comes round to visit.
Also, when my mum pointed out the wee statue of the Commonwealth mascot in Buchanan Bus Station I managed to make my own contribution to the Games by too-loudly declaring “it’s hideous" and then having to make a quick exit.