u/Left-Wishbone-1971

Do yoyo games will add multithreading or advanced graphical apis to gms2? Or for less upgrading extensions

Extension are kinda not so good at this because they have some severe issues like just accepting doubles and string as return and a total paralerism from the gms code

And gamemaker is stuck with a limited glsl es 1.0

And one of the worst 3d support ever

I am stuck in sky inslands because the sacevengers dont stop hunting me, i dont have make anything to change my reputation and every time some scavenger go straigh to kill me, and they go inside my shelter and try to kill me softlocking me sometimes and making me reset the whole save, do anyone know how to solve this?

its not realy my first time writing something like this, but definitely the first time im writing if you count rushed low quality historys on wattpad, and is kinda hard to write in english not being my native lenguage, so feel safe to give any feedback from the first chapter:

“The essential condition for happiness is to be human and dedicated to work.”

-Liev Tolstoi

Ural Mountains – 345 – after Kinsar

Chapter 1 – Container

Snow falls over a tundra forest,with a jagged edge the mountains tear the grey,denses clouds apart,dazzling any opportunity for the light to pass, equally, the blizzard smothers any sound of being possible to hear, the taste in the mouth of ice, and a smell of humity.

Step by step, a mysterious feminine figure forces her way by thick layers of snow. Ligth cyan hairs and eyes, young woman face, a white cloak that camouflage her in the tundra hiding almost all of her body, black gloves, and a rifle M24 with no scope,worn out by the time but in a great state.

She looks the sky, with a emotionless face, a black spot takes over half of her left side neck.

looking back to the rifle, lying down in the snow, she aims for the nothing, with the stillness of a monk, heavy and cold, the gun is fired. The bullet cuts the air dissapering in the liminal white, she starts to get up with a little of snow stuck on the cloak, that she cleans shaking it in the borders, with the cloak partially cleaned,she begins to walk towards the shot, disappering in the blizzard.

The figure walks by the florest, nimbly and silent, like a hunter looking for his prey.

Deeply in the woods she finds a bear,a death body, the corpse still alive collapsing in the dirt,acumulating snow over the top with a gushing blood hole in the neck.The deer antlers stands out of this strange creature, quickly, she stabs the creature with the bayonet of her gun in the middle of the head, a scream emanated — not strong enough to break the silence of the snow, but audible —convulsing before the corpse stopped reacting.

She calmly walks towards the dead corpse — no reaction or facial expressions — just a acute sound of a special skinning dagger being desheathed behind the thick cloak.

Kneeling around the deer-bear body the dagger is professionally helded with one hand, while the another one is pressed against the cadaver. Focused, she dont take much time, to skin appart all the important materials of him. First, the skin, fresh and new,folded like a carpet, second the meat, the greasy meat inside of this anomaly of creature, and it was finished, no extra parts needed, maybe for sparing some weigth.

Grabbing the folded skin, she looks closely — making a disgusting face for a fraction of seconds — she throws it back in the snow, like the piece of garbage that poor quality leather was.