Good evening friends and strangers, ladies and gentlemen. Didge here with another delicious digest into the goings-on of his life.
Okay, so maybe that last part won't be entirely true, as I don't feel I'm one to gossip about anyone else, but I'm more than happy to share details into where I've been and what I've been doing since last time. On this particular agenda, I wish to talk about me and my feedback situation, expand upon my current adventures in Terraria, talk about poetry and finally, talk about university on what will be my second-last (hopefully) semester at La Trobe.
Now, I don't believe this entry should be as enormous as the previous one, but I still make no promises on brevity, so as always, please get yourself comfortable, grab yourselves some refreshments and kick back, as I spin you this new tale from my whimsical world to yours. I can only hope I keep you entertained, in the end.
Now, first on the discussion board, I have to come clean with regards to my feedback situation. About a few days after my holidays got started, I made a promise to the people whose artworks I favourited that I would send my thoughts over the course of my holidays... Ultimately I feel I failed to live up to that promise; laziness, new discoveries with games and other things has left each waking hour of mine devoted to their causes, rather than yours.
I'm not going to pretend otherwise. Since I started this feedback journey about a year ago, give or take, I've aimed to be timely with my thoughts, and for a while I was, but holidays are probably my own worst enemy when it comes to productivity. However, I aim to turn it around with the creation of a new Excel document, called "Feedback Tracker". For each week starting August 1st, I will comment on my favourites as often as I can each day, fully-fledged and fleshed-out feedback, as I've provided before.
This will tie in with my new schedule, as I'll allude to in a moment, but just know that every one of you will be seen to in due time.
Now, onto to the second item, my evolving adventures in Terraria. I'm not going to lie, at first I thought I had seen it all; explored the network of caverns and jungle, crafted some of THE BEST equipment to use, and killed more monsters than necessary to paint the world a bloody red.
I learned new tricks that monsters played to make my journey tougher than it already was, for better or worse, and died even more times in my desperate bid to grab equipment I'd lost already. I destroyed the evil Plantera, using an abandoned minecart track and tenacity.
In short, I thought Terraria had run its course... Oh, dear readers, but little did I know I would come face-to-face with... THE DUNGEON. No, scratch that, the post-Plantera DUNGEON.
After reading about it on the Terraria Wikia, I put two and two together and deduced that if the Ocean was on the far right side, the Dungeon would be on the far left, and so I travelled there. I met an old man, cursed with evil, that only I could purge, and after quickly dispatching Skeletron (I beat the Prime version before, this guy was nothing) I was set for a whole new adventure...
Plunging deeper and deeper into this dungeon, I found a slew of badass monsters to combat, including some that could slay my max-health character in just 3 shots. To name but a few...
- Heavy Paladins roaming the depths tossing deadly hammers at me.
- Skeleton Snipers laid in wait, ready to shoot a .50 cal bullet -through my armoured skull.
- A Bruce Lee skeleton with speed and fierce attacks, combined into a lethal monster.
- Necromancers and Casters who blacked out my sight, leaving me completely in the dark, to further add to my problems.
Needless to say, there were several times where I was literally seconds from death, and were it not for my beautiful Ice Mirror, I'd have probably looked at losing everything. While I did have decent equipment and mobility to fight on my terms, I knew that one slip-up meant certain death. Then I remembered I held some keys in storage to open up Dungeon chests... Grabbing them, I ventured back down, and the first thing I came across was a Corruption chest, and the first piece of loot in what would be a smorgasbord of legendary goodies... An Unpleasant Scourge of the Corruptor.
It was a javelin-like weapon that shot out tiny Eaters of Souls that homed in on my enemies, dealing some wicked damage from anywhere possible. Needless to say, it soon replaced a magical weapon I carried for ages.
Then as I killed more monsters I discovered the Kraken and Eye of Cthulhu, two pristine yo-yos that dealt extreme damage, and even more so with my Lucky Yoyo Bag. Open up a Hallowed chest and discover a Rainbow Gun, an infinitely-piercing weapon that could deal massive damage over time and control crowds more easily. The more I persisted, the more I was rewarded, and finally, I ended up with a destructive Sniper Rifle, which could fire explosive bullets... Soon, just about everything was fair-game.
The immense growth in power, naturally, led me to getting a little cocky and careless, and I nearly paid for it, believe me. But my extraordinary luck almost ran out when I came face-to-face with a Medusa, a creature I thought long beneath me. Come on, one shot with the Rifle and it'd be stone-dead! Get it, get it?
Ugh, maybe you don't acknowledge that for a reason...that WAS terrible. Anyway, speaking of stone, it petrified me as I flew just over a small part of land. Now, being a stone statue and completely vulnerable was one thing, but when you add gravity into the mix, you're gonna have a bad time. Even with a fall that lasted less than half a second, I lost about 270 health then and there... From invincible to on the ropes in one well-timed sting.
In fact, it was exactly how I died not too long back while I tried to escape a slew of monsters in the Ice Caverns. Turned out that being Petrified caused you to lose your "Slow Fall" status and heavily amplified fall damage, meaning a lethal hit was likely. Makes sense I guess, but boy it still pissed me off then.
But I escaped, and soon I wanted to test my newfound power. Having already set up an "arena" and made a whole bunch of Mech Worms, I took one whole day to slay as many Destroyers as I could, 80,000 health bosses that were insanely large and, with the probes as backup, deadly.
I took care of EIGHT of them, in one single night. With my insanely powered equipment, I bulldozed through each of them in mere minutes, sometimes even seconds. Needless to say, I truly felt like a King then and there.
And to think, with the amount of events I still have left, aside from the Solar Eclipse, it's hardly even over. My word... will it ever end?
On a side note, for me at least it does feel awfully weird to just talk about Terraria at length, especially given I've spent more time on games like Borderlands 2, Dungeon Defenders, Skyrim (with MODS even) and everything else, but I honestly can't help it because it has been such a gratifying, amazing journey of a game. I'm really sorry if I sound like a shill at this point, but did I mention that all of that cost me a meagre $10 on Steam?
There's just no argument you can make any more... If you are/were a fan of Minecraft, then Terraria will make you feel like a fat kid at a Cadburys' convention. Or perhaps, for you American readers, er... Hershey's I guess? Yeah, someone please give me a better example, Hershey's are just plain garbage with regards to chocolate, and if my portly self knows anything, it's chocolate.
Phew, with that enormous section drilled through (Terraria puns, God help me. ) I can now move onto my poetry! About a day after my previous entry, I wrote for the five-year anniversary since my dogs' death (hard to believe it's been so long), and since then, I've been busy at home with a rare project of mine; the second of a series and probably 7th of its kind in the 3 years I've been on this site. It took me a couple of weeks of research, writing, punching up, and more, but in a matter of hours, my latest "Exhibit of the Exalted" will be going live on my profile.
It's been nearly eight months since I shared one, right on New Year's Day in fact, and hopefully, with my study of the "universal linguists" of the world, or as you might call them, musicians, I can give you an in-depth look at just a small sample of bands and artists from different genres, generations and styles the world over.
Finally, there's only the matter of university. Only recently I took a trip with my mum to grab my books for the new semester and pick out some new threads. Not exactly brand-name, expensive threads, just comfy, casual clothes I could change into. Jeans, plain shirts, whatever else that came into mind.
First of all I grabbed my books at the local campus store, and paid a rather low amount of $240 on two books, at least compared to previous years. One book I got second-hand, in good condition, for $40 cheaper, and last copy on shelf. Of course I'd snatch that up, now if it were $5 or $10 cheaper for example, I'd probably be indifferent about it.
It's perhaps a wonderful thing that, in relation to my feedback struggles posted earlier, I only have two days on and five days off with regards to my schedule. One would imagine that should mean plenty of time to give my thoughts, at any rate.
Then cameth the clothes shopping, and that was when my mum's constant advising, nagging and sometimes snapping started to grate on me. Don't get me wrong, I love her for the values she has instilled in me and for everything she has done and continues to do for me on a daily basis, but as she pointed this out, that out and the other thing, and I grew more tired and annoyed, I couldn't help but get a bit short with her. She replied in kind (Trust me, she takes shit from NO-ONE), and things got heated. Not to anything serious mind you, but certainly to a degree.
That said, I grabbed plenty of jeans and shirts from the cheap stores (Target, Big W, Best n' Less etc.) for maybe under a hundred bucks, and then finally, we were heading home. Of course, not before some nice lunch and not until after a delicious dessert.
While it motivated me to perhaps consider shopping on my own (Perhaps out of spite since Mum thought I never would), I did have to hand it to her in some respects; she is without a doubt the savviest shopper in the family, and without her second pair of eyes, I probably never would've noticed those bargains.
And if you may think after all this I'm just some ridiculous hipster, then maybe you might be right, but I'd also like you to consider this... Regardless of which store you shop at, whether you'd pay $10 or $100 for a pair of jeans, whether you're after the annual upgrade to the iPhone or just happy with a low-end flip phone, I'm absolutely certain that we're all funding the literal blood, sweat and tears of each and every worker in sweatshops around the world.
Any business will want to make money and save on costs, and they'll spit on human rights to improve their bottom line. Even Apple and some of their foreign factories had been caught out installing safety protection nets to prevent suicide RATHER than improve work conditions, but that's perhaps the ruthless unwritten rule about business, especially if it hasn't been made illegal.
And honestly, why should it? I know, it'd seem amazingly hypocritical and cruel of me to defend these practices, but imagine yourself, for just a moment, living in the poorest regions of the country, as a Chinese, Indian or foreign citizen.
In that scenario, you're likely given one of two choices, just to survive on well below the bare minimum... Either take up a job at these shops where you might make a dollar an hour, get no breaks AT ALL, insane hours and strict bosses, or say, being forced to sell yourself into prostitution to make some money, if not tend to the fields and perform chores just so your family DOESN'T starve to death.
In the briefest of ways to put it, yes, sweatshops could be considered utterly awful, a truly loathsome violation of decent human rights... But to a desperate, starving member of a family, compared to what? I could make a safe bet that for each starving college student living on Ramen noodles and getting crushed by the pressures of student loan debt, there are at least 100 of these young kids who'd do anything to be in that position.
Good grief, I've turned this journal from a happy experience to some rambling and ranting about the injustices, and their justifications, of the world. AND to top it all off, it's just as bloody long as my previous entry! Apologies to all who expected a snack entry and got a friggin' three-course meal instead, but I didn't think I'd be writing this much. 2 and a half hours worth, in fact...
Perhaps once again, if you have stuck out here for this long, I personally commend you for the patience, grit and determination you must have to read this entire mountain of text. I thought I'd be a lot briefer this time around, but clearly, that wasn't the case.
Well regardless of all that, and of this entry's fate, I'd like to thank all of you who have stuck it out here for all this time. I do appreciate each one of you who come out here to check my works, be it poetry or otherwise, but for right now, my bed calls me. Peace and prosperity to all!