Another stage of testing, an energy pulse against the glass. It doesn't look perfect, but I'm excited, the quality will come later, mechanics and gameplay first
Today my dealing with the Unreal Engine 5 - a prototype of an ultrasonic energy weapon with control of the power of a directed energy beam. I'm not an effects master, so it doesn't matter at this stage. The stronger the impact of the projectile, the more energy it needs
Though mostly light-hearted, #Monsterdon has been known to delve into true horror. This Sunday, your weekly monster movie watch party will be featuring just such a film.
SON OF GODZILLA (1967), featuring perhaps the single most terrifying creature ever put to foam rubber; Minilla.
Interesting choice. I can think of a few other people who have some Trek experience that might be able to produce a Star Trek film, but ok.
I'm sure up at the top there's totally different chiefs in charge of TV versus film and they don't interact with each other at all and don't want to. It's a bummer.
@virtualbri I am not a fan of prequels. Why does the Star Trek franchise continue to make prequels for an audience that is interested in futurism and exploration?? #StarTrek#prequel#scifi
In Our Stars (The Doomed Earth, Book 1) is Jack Campbell's new series, separate from his Lost Fleet novels (which are a staple of my summer reading list). #SciFi
My biggest question about the #Babylon5 universe is do professional sports test for psychic abilities since you know you might be able to tell what route the opposing receiver is gonna run.
For all the wonderful writers contributing to this shared-world anthology, it really reads like so many extra yards of the Jerry Cornelius novels. The best writing is by Hilary Bailey, who turned a lovely sentence.
There was a man who seemingly couldn’t die. He had survived numerous accidents, each with odds of one in ten thousand, including a ride down Niagara Falls, four plane crashes, a gas explosion at the factory where he worked, and several minor disasters with more than one survivor. After the explosion, he was fired and lived on a small compensation from his company.
When two mysterious devices landed in the middle of nowhere, inspecting them seemed impossible. Satellite images and long-range shots from planes appeared pixelated or out of focus. Several helicopters that approached the devices crash-landed, and every drone that came near disappeared from the screens. Clearly, this was a job for “Niagara Steve,” as the media had called him years ago. The army equipped him with a handgun, a camera, a radio (not expecting any of these to work within a two-mile radius of the devices), and a jeep, which he gratefully accepted.
At a distance of a hundred yards, he stopped the engine and turned off the radio to silence the static. He got out of the jeep, leaving camera and gun on the passenger seat. He slowly went to the the devices. A ramp descended, and he stepped up and entered. Seconds later, the devices vanished in the sky.
“WELCOME ABOARD. HOW DO YOU FEEL?” said a voice in his head.
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
“HOW DID YOU LIKE IT DOWN THERE? DID YOU MAKE CONTACT WITH THE DWELLERS?”
“They’re nice, but a little boring. Quite good at statistics, but lacking in imagination. Most of them, anyway.”