Played by the Banjo

I’ve adopted a dog – unless the owners show up, but with the way this dog’s fur was matted, she’s been neglected and so the previous owners don’t deserve her. Mom decided to call her Banjo.

When I first got Banjo to her temporary home, she acted like the classic traumatized animal. She’s a tiny terrier breed and so she’s easy enough to pick up and hold like a toddler. She demanded comforting while I was around.

After going inside the house and returning, she acted happy until she saw me. Then the scared demeanor returned and it was back to comforting and petting. I held her like a toddler while Chris was cutting grass until she wanted down. And, when we left with promises to return the next day, her whimpering made my heart break.

Yet, Chris’s grandfather reported that, when we were gone and when no one else is around, Banjo doesn’t make any noise. As Chris put it, she found her sucker.

I’ve been played by Banjo, darnit.

The function of music while writing

I have four articles to write today for the Banner, and likely will have to to write tomorrow. Last week, when faced with a similar workload, I discovered that listening to music, in and of itself, won’t necessarily help. When Spotify popped up with a cover of Anna ni Issho Datta no ni, a song I knew from ages ago when Gundam Seed first premiered in Japan, I decided a short writing break was in order. I headed to YouTube and found the original version.

I spent the next blissful hours typing happily away as nostalgia filled my core. Even when I finished my articles, I sat for another half an hour doing nothing but listening to the songs that YouTube pulled up from my childhood. No, not Backstreet Boys or N’sync. I’m talking about anime OSTs.

My first Japanese song ever was Just Communication by TWO-MIX, a song I hunted out because of Gundam Wing. This was back before YouTube even became a thing, so I searched fancies until I found the songs I sought. I was blown away and haven’t looked back since. Where others would be listening to MTV or the radio, I was burning CDs full of Digimon soundtracks.

Today, I’m trying the same thing. I pulled up the Digimon Adventure Tri version of Butter-fly (RIP Wada Kouji, you will be missed) and letting the auto-play take care of itself. I’ve heard Brave Heart and Biggest Dreamer, with Fire! from Digimon Frontier now playing.

I may have to make a Wada Kouji playlist, since he apparently was the voice of my childhood.

The Apathy of Laziness

Huh, that sounds like a book title.

Anyway, I’m trying to think of something to write for these things (like really, I’m not interesting, why) and I got to thinking about my life. Which is entirely uninteresting. But, it does contain one fact: I’m lazy.

Sometimes, it’s due to me forgetting to take my Adderall. I don’t get that kick-start of motivation, or I don’t take the second dose and kind of wither away into nonfocused tiredness. I just sit and do mindless things – playing games on my phone, mostly – for hours. I know that I need to get up and go do something, but I look at the clock, mentally shrug, and think, “I’ve got time.”

Other times, it’s caused by procrastination. Even medicated, I look at a clock and think the same thing. I fully intend to do the thing, but time goes by and suddenly it’s too late to do the thing. That’s how laundry piles up, dishes sit, and cats go unfed. Though I make sure to take care of my cats! And, if I don’t, I have a wonderful other half to watch out for them. It does make me question how good of a human baby parent I’d be, though. Ack.

The rest of the time, it’s just because I simply do not want to do the thing. I don’t want to wash the dishes that have piled up and wouldn’t have been so bad if only I’d done it before. The cat litter boxes are so bad that I really don’t want to dig out the chunks – if I owned the property I lived in, I’d just dump them out back and start fresh. Logically, I know that I NEED to do the thing. I try to work up the motivation to do the thing. Most of the time, I fail because of the other part of the title of this article: apathy.

When I’m in the depths of my laziness, I’m simply too lazy to care. It could be exhaustion, or it could be childhood defenses come to rise (you can’t be hurt if you don’t allow yourself to feel!). Whatever the case, at my worse, I simply don’t care enough to do anything, even eat or drink. Did that cause my dehydration that made me go to the hospital? Or was is overwork that caused me to forget to eat and drink? Whatever the case, I’ll have to remind myself, “Hey, you haven’t eaten since nine this morning and it’s four in the afternoon. You might wanna get a nibble.”

I don’t know what the end goal here is. Maybe I’m just trying to sum up my own feelings so they make sense to me. I’m certainly not going to use this as an excuse – as my favorite fanfic author says, “There are reasons, but no excuses.” I don’t want this to excuse my laziness and let it continue. I want this to serve as a reminder so that maybe I can get a kick up the ass and actually do stuff.

Maybe I’ll go play tennis – well, hit the ball at said other half and watch it go out of bounds, or get the swing-and-a-miss treatment, and then wait for it to come back. Then I miss it, and the cycle continues. Lack of exercise can cause lethargy, right? Right?

Ah, who am I kidding.


Looks like my previous blog was a bit too soon. It turns out that there’s only so long a person can be yelled at for doing their job before they snap. My breaking point was last Friday, June 9, when I got called back to my department and yelled at for leaving it unattended to do a pick up order. Keep in mind this is common practice, as there’s not really anyone I can call to watch if there’s no one scheduled for the surrounding departments.

I got fed up and, when asked if I worked Saturday, informed them I wouldn’t be. I left my vest and turned in the keys, cleaned out my locker, and walked out. Yes, I was upset and incredulous with myself, and yes, it will be more difficult to pay our bills.

However. The peace of mind I have now – no more working seven days each week! No more stress from a company that doesn’t care about me! – has more than made up for the lack of finances. I know that, with careful budgeting and spending, we’ll be able to manage. It will take self-control and discipline, but we will succeed. I won’t let Walmart have the last laugh.

And… well, how satisfying does it feel to know that I can get my revenge from beyond the grave, so to speak? 11 years with a company gives people a certain… shall we say, repertoire of knowledge concerning practices that are against company policy or downright illegal. To answer the first question, it feels quite satisfying to know that I can get people fired.

Yes, I know it’s petty, but I’m angry. Livid. Infuriated that I felt like I had to quit to get some respite. Before, I feared retaliation. I have no such concerns now.

On the plus side, I have a lot more time on my hands now! I can work on Corinne and Robbie’s story. I can work on Trust’s sequel. Maybe I can do more around the house, even. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Belated updates, whoo

It’s been ages, I know, but I have a good excuse this time.

In addition to being an overworked and underpaid Walmart Associate, I am now a reporter! The Pointe Coupee Banner thinks my writing is good enough to write articles for them, and I’ve been doing it for the past nine or ten months.

Let me tell you, though, writing nonfiction articles is a much different beast from writing fiction. With fiction, if I don’t know the exact circumstances behind something, I can fudge the details under the guise of creative license.

With a newspaper, and especially the official journal of the parish, the details matter. If you’re not sure of the truth, it can’t be printed, it’s that simple. The attention to detail – who, what, where – can mean the difference between an article and an opinion piece. I can’t speculate to make the story more interesting. I can only work with the facts, no matter how bare or uninteresting they are.

All I can do to make my articles interesting is to have a good writing style. Hopefully, the positive responses I’ve received from the articles I’ve written are an indication that my style is good enough to keep people reading. I now have people requesting me, specifically, to write their articles. How strange is that?

Decades from now, people may look into the archives and see what I’ve written. People may clip my articles for keepsakes. It’s… daunting and terrifying. Every author wants to have their writing read in the years to come. Before, it was an abstract concept. Now I have that reality in front of me and I wonder if I’m good enough to deserve that.

There’s no point in wondering, or having doubts. All I can do is keep writing.

Chilling and chatting

Once a month is better than every three, right? Things are still so hectic that I’m still trying to settle into a schedule. I haven’t been playing many games, though, so I don’t think I’ll do a game review every week. I would have to delve pretty far back into my gaming past for that! I’m trying to think of other topics – comment below with your suggestions, please!

This post, I’ll forgo a game review as well. I don’t have anything really to say about my recent games. I want to play them a bit more before I write a review. So, I suppose I’ll do something that I don’t really do often: talk about myself.

It’s difficult to talk about myself, really. I don’t find myself very interesting. That’s why I talk about more interesting things like games and movies and everything else. However, I suppose I’ll make an effort.

As I sit here writing this, I’m munching on a hamburger and eating homemade fried potato disks. My desk, newly set up in my and my fiance’s apartment, has already started to accumulate clutter. I’ll have to clean it off soon, I expect, or else try to write in a pigsty. That can wait until after the nummy food is eaten yet.

My plans for the night are pretty simple. After I eat, I’m going to sit with my love and play a game with him. It’ll be a good night, one where I’ll likely beat him again. I beat him last night at Mass Effect Risk (his game!) and he wants revenge.

Hm, this seems like a nice place to end it. Good food, good company, board games. There’s something to be said for board games in this digital age. After that, it’ll be to bed for another day at work.

I look forward to the board games, at least. Night, folks!

Town of Salem review

Hey guys! Sorry for the extended absence. Things got hectic in my life, in between FINALLY moving out (at 27 years old, yeesh!) and getting to set up a whole new writing space. My desk is awesome! It’s got a little L on the side so I can set up some organizational tools. All I need now is a bookcase to put research materials and I’ll be golden!

Since I haven’t done anything in a while, I decided to do another game review. People seem to like them and, hey, I like writing them. I haven’t played much besides Final Fantasy XIV recently, so here’s a free browser-based one. You can find it here – it’s called Town of Salem.

Town of Salem is an interesting game. It has a simplified presentation and minimal interactions. When you enter a game, you’re presented with a graphical representation of you and your up to 14 fellow players. These are real people, so of course, your interactions will be based on how well you get along with them. On the top-left of the screen you’re presented with two windows: the graveyard, where dead players and their roles appear, and the role list. The role list is important in most games, as it provides a hint as to which roles are left in the game once people start dying. On the top-right you have your role. In case you’re not familiar with your role, it gives you a summary of what your goals are and how to go about it. If you mouse over the bottom of the window, it will show you who you win with. For example, the Town must kill the mafia, witches, werewolves, serial killers, and arsonists. Executioners, Jesters, and Survivors can live through the game. On the bottom right of the screen is the player list. Players who are still alive will show up here, and this is where most roles will interact with other players.

The most important part of Town of Salem is the in-game chat. During the day, players will share information with each other. Information gained during this chat will provide clues to investigative roles – two players claiming survivor, for example, will tip the investigators on who to check out. If the role list says only one survivor can be in the game, then one claimed survivor is lying. The chat window can be expanded with a button at the top so players can look back through the log and see what was said. They can also see who died on what night and from what, if need be.

Now on to the actual gameplay and the roles. There are a variety of roles in the game, categorized as investigative, killing, protective, and support. The mafia can see who other mafia members are, so their investigators will focus on finding important town members to kill at night. Town investigators will check out anyone suspicious, but their investigators are split into three roles. Lookouts can camp outside houses and see who visits a given person. Spies can hear the mafia and see who the mafia visit at night. Sheriffs can detect every mafia member except the godfather. Investigators will get a general summary of a person’s goal – “Your target seeks justice.” Then they are given up to three possible roles for that player.

As you can see, it’s important for investigative roles to report their findings. Separate, they can be virtually useless. When combined, mafia members and neutral killing roles can be identified quickly. They are the most important roles in the game, second perhaps to only the Jailor. The Jailor, as implied, can jail one person at night. If the person is suspicious, they can be executed. However, if the Jailor refuses to execute, they can be killed by an imprisoned serial killer or werewolf.

The protective roles are exclusive to the town. They are the bodyguard and doctor. The bodyguard chooses a target at night and, if that target is attacked, they will kill the attacker while dying in the process. The doctor will heal one person at night. They will protect known town roles, with priority given to the jailor and mayor. If they work in tandem, they can render a player impossible to kill at night.

Support roles seem boring at first, but they can help! The mayor may not be strictly a support role, but his weight is not to be trifled with. When the mayor reveals, his votes towards lynching count for three. However, once revealed, the doctor can’t heal him. In most games, once the mayor reveals, he’ll ask for the town’s roles in whispers. This is called a mayor game, and I personally don’t like them. It’s an easy win for the town and is honestly kind of cheap, in my humble opinion.

However, the other support roles are much more exciting. Escorts and Consorts distract a player for the night, preventing them from using their night ability. The mafia has blackmailers, janitors, disguisers, and framers. Those roles muddle the waters for the town investigators and can make innocent people seem guilty. The town has the Transporters, which swap the places of two players. On the one hand, it can muddle up investigators who don’t realize they investigated the wrong person. On the other hand, Transporters can cause a mafia member to kill other mafia or run into a night killing role.

The Medium and Retributionist roles are special roles. The medium will chat with any dead players at night – useful for getting information from dead investigators. If they die, they can talk to one living person to pass on their information. Retributionists have only one purpose: revive a dead town member. They can’t revive people who leave the game, but they can bring back important roles, such as jailor or mayor. Once they’ve used that ability, they have no purpose save as a vote for the town.

The killing roles are, in my opinion, the most fun. The mafia has Godfather and Mafioso, town has Veterans and Vigilantes, and the neutrals have arsonists, serial killers, and werewolves. The mafia can kill every night – the mafioso does the killing for the godfather, however. Veterans can kill anyone who visits them when they decide to go on alert. Vigilantes can kill up to three people at night, at the cost of suicide the next night if they kill a town member. Arsonists don’t kill immediately. They douse one person at night, but ignite all doused targets at once when they choose to. Werewolves only kill on nights of the full moon, but they kill anyone at the house of their choice. Serial Killers can kill every night, but just one person at a time.

The last few roles are the last neutral ones – witch, jester, executioner, survivor, and amnesiac. The first three are categorized as evil, in that they just want to wreak havoc. The witch controls one person at night, while the jester kills one person who lynches him. The executioner wants to lynch an innocent town member, but becomes a jester if his target dies at night. The survivor and amnesiac are neutral benign roles. The survivor just wants to live and can win with anyone. The amnesiac can remember one role from the graveyard and assume its abilities.

Whew, that was a lot of explanation! Now on to how the game actually plays. When the game starts, you don’t know your role until you enter the town. There are two phases, day and night. During the day, everyone chats with each other and shares information. They can vote one person to be lynched. Only the jailor, medium, and mayor can use their abilities during the day – the jailor decides who to lock up, the dead medium decides who to talk to, and the mayor chooses to reveal. The real fun comes at night.

Most roles can use their abilities at night – this is when investigators snoop around and the killings happen. The medium chats with the dead while the escorts role block suspected mafia members. When you choose your target, you wait for the timer to run down to see if you succeeded. Most roles only get results during the transition between night and day. The jailor is the exception, as he jails his target at the beginning of the night. If he executes, however, it’s at the end of the night. This is also when most people find out that they’ve died.

It’s a simple game with many layers. If you like chaos and the idea of it, this game is for you. If you’re not happy with simple sprite graphics or players who might annoy you, steer clear. I happen to enjoy the game. I just recently got a cool achievement – 100 wins! Now, if only I can get that elusive executioner win.