Weekly Wisby 5: Space Wars Chronicles Volume 2x7.5 Fated Legends

“TOM, GET THAT ENGINE WORKING!” The damaged shields can barely keep the lasers from penetrating the hull. Fiery inferno is raging through the cockpit still, making evasive maneuvers out of the question. As fire spreads towards the broken med bay, a bleak situation turns dire. “WATCH OUT!” Boarders from the Federal mothership aim at your head as you barely avoid their shots finding cover behind the oxygen generator. “FEDERAL SC-” SCHPLATH! Tom’s dead. Looking out across the deck, you have a clear view of the enemy’s star cruiser: both its wings ripped off, floating aimlessly in space, and its exterior smashed. How it’s still fighting hardly matters now. “GIVE UP, WE’VE GOT YOU SURROUNDED”. The panic you felt first is replaced by hopelessness… but then a grin forms on your face. You look at the ship’s condensed oxygen generator. “Heh…”, you smile, as you take out your matchbox. “Guess you do…”
So yeah, ah
pretty uneventful weekend once you realize all I did was play a sci-fi game.
There’s
some relevance to the above: when I hermit in my home I apparently become
really unproductive (I couldn’t even stop the federation). That’s why I’ve
started to do my work in the G building instead! It has really nice and calm
kitchen where you’re usually not on your own, so it’s nice to break up the
stillness of secluded-living.
G building
is the same place I go to play board games, as I did this Wednesday as well.
Apparently, Wednesday in Swedish means little Saturday. Kind of how coffee
means ‘little’ break, or religious means ‘little’ stupid. They’re not hunting
for ghosts… but you have to agree it’s all a bit silly isn’t it?
Far as work
is concerned, Tim and I have been at it fleshing out Butter Burgh. I made
slides for the decorating of the house and also offered up to add a bulletin
board which can be used to invite people over! Houses would then be little
chatrooms where you can listen to music / play jackbox together!
"The Welcome Page."
“The Home
Page.”
“Your
Place…”
“That you can
decorate!”
“Invite
people to your house!”
“How many
times do I need to tell you fools to work at Max?!”
“Guild
stands for Forum.”
The rest of it… WAS GRUELING! We had to write down our business model, fill out our value proposition canvas, couple it to market research: bla bla bla and a lot more bla! If it’s not obvious I’m not good at this stuff. We did however find some ways to actually earn money from our online platform. First of all is that it would be free for everyone, but we show ads (who cares, everyone uses ad block these days anyway). You can then pay for a monthly subscription that removes the ads and gives you a little extra exp and gold each month, plus an exclusive monthly item! Since we’ll be having a lot of decorative items you can put in your home, it is also a ripe market for microtransactions, which we want to do, but we still want to figure out how to not be evil about it.
Exp and gold btw is what you earn if you participate on the Butter Burgh forums. If you increase your level you’ll be able to get some extra abilities (like voting and creating your own forums) and with gold you can purchase new decorative items.
The last
part was to write a script, create a presentation, and present! …which we
unfortunately had to do during our weekend since we spent so much time fleshing
out the town. Ah well: it will give me some time to relax on Tuesday and
Wednesday, when others be objected to that same fate for the Thursday
presentations.
Julius had
invited me to this “Jazz bar” on Friday, which sounded fun! But it wasn’t a
jazz bar… it was a jazz concert. All fine and good, but I had invited 4 people
to join us for drinks, leaving me pretty PO’d. My worries faded away as they
started playing though as these guys were the top brass, the main event. Now
I’m not the biggest fan of jazz and listening to it on YouTube is sometime I do
not do. However, when you’re there, in the midst of the lights and atmosphere,
surrounded by sounds and friends; jazz comes to live.
And we went to a bar afterwards so all’s well that ends well.
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