Looks Like Tumblr Compressed The Hell Out Of This Image For Mobile, But This Is One Of The Last Bits

“I wanna ask you…”

Heres my 8 page love letter to the otasune dialogue ever that made me crazy over this series, please enjoy!

I'm in my local bakery, and one of the policemen is there talking with a colleague. I overhear him say, 'Now I know you're not very excited about this, but how do you feel about cardboard boxes?'

I made an art/anatomy tutorial about birds! I hope people will find it helpful!

Aaahhh they made another one! My day just improved.

Cursed cats!

Our game Unstable Scientific is coming along slowly but surely!

Screenshot (Sunday)!  Working on new levels - Basalt Bluffs and Silver Craters!  We’ve got new enemies - shield drones and giant damselflies - as well as manifold fruit that sucks in everything toward it in a vortex! 

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

I made this cutscene for Unstable Scientific! It's a bit sketchy in some places, but mostly finished!

This is a WIP opening cutscene for Unstable Scientific!  I got a bit too ambitious and made FMV animation for some of it, but other parts are still just in sketch mode.  But you can see the characters and the backstory exposition dump! Original music by the Supermarcato Brothers! Funny story, I needed to make the wireframe physics diagrams but for the life of me couldn’t figure out Blender.  I ended up just screenshotting the wireframe model view and sticking that back into Photoshop!  

Zoozve, my beloved

Today I made some of the animations for Snake holding a pistol for our Peace Day retro-game fanfic. The pistol sprites could be changed out.  Fun and tricky!

Reblogging because it’s an amazing guide and I live in rural food desert.