As we are finishing work on the copyedit of White Hot, we thought we’d thank all of our long suffering betas. Thank you so much for your help and patience.
Archives for July 2016
Today I bring you cute news: Starbound, the computer game that’s been in development for way too long, is finally out. And it’s so adorable. You make your character, selecting from six different species, and end up on a planet with nothing but your trusty matter manipulator tool, a broken sword, and whatever pet you have in your ship. My pet turned out to be a spotted cat, who likes to eat steak I get after killing alien monsters with a bow. Now you are forced to survive: you must cut down trees, make a house, learn to feed yourself, and mine ore to fix your ship so you can travel to the multitude of planets. If you are waiting for No Man’s Sky, this the pretty, PG 13 version. You do get to kill things. With giant hammers, if that’s your preference.
I stole some cute screenshots and launch trailer for you because I am too lazy to post my own.
Look at the cute farm animals.
The game gives you complete freedom. You can mire ore, or you can get through surface dungeons and find it in boxes. You can explore or settle down, or both. You can build a colony, which will be populated by colonists, or live in your ship.
I followed this game since it’s early development and I have to say I really enjoyed the finished 1.0 build. They pretty much overhauled everything. There are quests, and missions, and fluffalo. So my $15 was well spent. Of course, you mileage may vary. The game is available on Steam and GOG and other places.
Unfortunately, I can’t play Starbound right now. I have to go through a stack of White Hot copyedits. Dear Houston PD, you will be relieved to know that we consulted an actual homicide detective this time, so our Glocks only have internal safeties now. Three internal safeties.
Working on Innkeeper now. Will be up, hopefully, later in the day. I was having a hard time with it last night, so the plan was to get up early and work this morning. The plan failed.
I told you that Kid 1 moved back home. Well, when she had moved out, she had taken Batty, a tortoise shell cat we rescued, with her. Batty is a gorgeous cat, giant green eyes. But she was very timid and she had conflicts with all of our cats. Actually, she beat up on them when they were kittens. Well, Kid 1 is back and Batty is back with her. Batty is no longer timid. She is now really sweet and well behaved. All she wants to do is lay with you on the bed and cuddle. And if she thinks you are not paying enough attention, she gently hugs you with her paw.
Munchikin cats hate her. Long memories, I guess. They attack her any chance they get. So now Batty lives in our bedroom, behind a closed door. One small problem: Tulip thinks that our bed belongs to her and Tulip knows that there is an evil cat in our bedroom. Last night I took Zzzquil – I’ve been drugging myself for the last week, because the week before I had a stretch where I slept very badly and then not at all – and so last night Tulip sat by the bedroom door and cried and cried and cried. And wailed. And in my drug-induced haze, I got up and let her in. She immediately sat on me, which is something she normally avoids. Apparently, this was for my protection, because the moment Batty tried to get on the bed, Tulip attacked her.
You’d think it would be a cat fight with posturing and staring. Nope. She charged across the bed like a small rhino and rammed Batty. And then they continued mortal combat all around the bedroom, under the bed, on the shelves… It was like a ninja movie. Meanwhile I am laying in bed and moaning, “I just want to go to sleep, you assholes.”
At some point Gordon got up and threw Tulip out, I think, because I fell asleep.
We have to adopt Batty out. For her own safety and our sanity. I always wanted a sweet cat like her, but now I can’t keep her. Oh the irony.
For the commenters who asked for a glimpse of Rogan. Here you go:
The elevator doors opened. Twelfth floor. Rogan pushed the button, forcing the doors to close, and peered at Cornelius. “Is this my replacement?”
What? “I didn’t replace you!”
“Of course not. I’m irreplaceable.”