I want to create a new game but unsure of what language to use. Right off the bat I think we can cross out python (i just don't think it'll work as well imo), and also unity because I'm a bit uncomfortable in coding that involes some visual aspects (yes, even unity), but what is a pretty decent language to use? I'm going to use vs code for it. I was thinking of javascript, but tell me if there's any better ones.
Hello, a pretty new dev. I've been having a difficult time thinking of ideas that *stick*. Most feel boring or too complex or too simple. Can someone help with techniques or methods that would make this easier?
Can't find one that doesn't require a capo.
I do wsdc style debate, and I'm a deputy speaker. I've recently transitioned from doing a third argument to doing extensions, and it's been pretty difficult to adjust. One thing that's been hard is the fact that I basically can't do anything in prep time. I can't tell my prime minister to do less of a specific part since that's not good for the team, and I have to write my extensions while writing the rebuttals. I feel like that's not very effective as the second speaker.
So, I decided on this because each video seems pretty short. Can someone who has watched it tell me how scary it is (out of 10), and if it only makes sense to watch from the start or if I can watch from any episode?
The rules are 1) must be available on youtube 2) sub 10 mins 3) not THAT scary, just moderately scary
I'm an intermediate debater doing WSDC type debate. Need help coming up with good arguments - as I only feel at ease with three arguments. Yes, 2 is 'enough', but I am not satisfied with that - and I'm also a second speaker who needs a third argument.
Right now my sub is
-6 inch
-flatbread
-chicken slice
-lettuce, tomato
-shredded cheese
what do you guys think of it
To achieve this, are minecarts the only method, or is there a faster/different method?
After what time and before what time? I live in an apartment
EDIT: to clarify, i have a classic guitar and i cannot buy a new one
Like it was a pug with a spinny childish hat and like a lolipop
So, basically thinking of a dual pov story. so far, ive made ideas: girl loses parents and raises her little sister in poverty, her little sister dies of su*cide years later, oh and she was like psychotic or smth and goes into sudden bursts that she cant control/remember, she killed their parents and doesnt know
OKAY OKAY uhmm what should i make. like a sane person would call the police but if the police is called it ends way too early for it to be a twist, give me ideas
I have about 3~5 hours screentime (combined from all devices), and yea I want to detox because that's a pretty big number. Can someone recommend me wallpapers that will guilt me for opening my phone/laptop
TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD AND DEATH AND MURDER
April 5th, 2016
I cannot explain my horror. My despair. I am gripping my pen with all the strength my right hand holds as an inhuman chill runs down my spine. Tears fall down on the paper, making it close to impossible to write. I have to repeat stopping every few seconds because of the uncontrollable sobs. I refuse to believe what I have seen is real. It isn’t.
I came downstairs a few minutes ago. I had taken a nap upstairs in my room, and I was hungry. I headed to the pantry, but I stopped about 10 steps away from it.
I want to bleach my eyes. I want to throw up. I want to cry. I don’t want to live. I’m only 19. How did I lose my parents. My loving parents.
They laid dead on the sterile wooden floor. The walls felt as if they were cramming to me and they spun all around me. A hole was in each of their chests, as it spewed out hot, red blood. Their clothes, the same ones I hugged into every day since I was a little girl, were stained in their own fluid. A knife, covered in their own blood that was supposed to be flowing in their veins, not on the floor.
Someone had purposely stabbed them. Came into our house. Made sure to kill every human part that was left. I was in disbelief. Enraged at the madman who had murdered the people I loved most. In shock that someone would have despised them to this level.
It was horrific. It took me twenty minutes of staring at their cold, motionless bodies to realize what had happened. That they were really gone. That was when I started to bawl my eyes out on top of them. My tears mixed with the blood, and my face was covered in it. I kept staring at them. At the blood in my hands. They were gone. They were gone. They were gone.