In game maker I made a total of ten games that consisted of a mazes, running away a classic side scoller and overall some simple games. I have also done some animations that include the use of blender. Some of them I made into gifs and took an overall hour to ten minutes depending on the complexity.
In recent times I have been writing a story with a friend which we hope to finished by the end of the year. hear is a the first chapter. I have also programmed some webpages along with learning other programming languages like java and c++ where I have made things like a blackjack game, a magic eight ball, and a game shop.
I have also done some video editting and making during my time. I had also started my own youtube channel called Hoffman Versus. here is the link to it. I know that I cannot show all of this to you. Which I am sorry to say is hard to do since my files of these projects got corrupted and not be visible or use so I am salvaging as much as I can by trying to describe it to you. Most of these projects have been taking a couple of hours, days or months yet I am glad to have done them.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClmNb9QAt0nGT6lRgFQqAUg
Have you ever set out to do something you thought you wouldn’t? Would you have a huge dream, a dream that changes the world, but never see it actually come true? Have you laid yourself under the stars and glance up, as if to ask fate about those thoughts? Have you ever sacrificed anything to get the end result? Your enemies, your friends, even yourself just to make the world go around? Heh, you’re not alone. There were two things that I believed were nearly impossible: peace without violence and having a pack when they weren’t born with you as cubs. With this, I’ll start from the beginning, as is custom so you don’t get lost.
It was an evening like any other. Darkness was a concept that I practically own. If I have seen a path before thoroughly, I’ll be able to concentrate on the details despite the lack of light. The path I went on this particular night was one traveled too many a time for me to have any trouble. Even the smallest pebbles that relocated sometime in the day would catch my eye. Over the rushing creek to Kitten’s Isle. For this, I needed to both jump and cling myself onto its land. What I mean by that is that the tiny cliff, no more than five feet off the ground, is not made of dirt. I’m not even sure I should call this ‘land’. I say this not because the area is not so vast but the island is composed of a fusion of yarn and scratching posts. Those weaker than myself could not manage their weight and would either tangle themselves and remain hanging in their own ridicule if one of the people found them, or would fall in the milky liquid awaiting below. According to myth, you have an estimated hour to not drown. Those native here will last longer but will not need to since they were born with the ability to climb their way up. However, if you are lactose intolerant...I suggest you get a ladder, especially if you are uncoordinated.
Back to the night, I made my way to the tip and hurled myself over onto the Isle. Despite covering my trail each time I visit, I still sense each step I would take along a particular path. Three bushes: left, right, left. There were four trees on the left and three on the right, both made of thread. The straps hang down and sway freely in the wind. Bush by bush, tree by tree, I take my survey of the area. I’m not alone here. “She’s there, behind that one.” I thought as I snuck up on her. She was also looking for any pursuers that could’ve possibly followed her. While her head went left, I sat beside her right side and seized her arm. In that millisecond, her fur shot up before she struggled for her limb’s freedom. “You gotta look harder if you want to find me, heh.” I smirked. Her reaction’s the same, which is scream in my face and try to back off to get her arm back in her possession while I laugh. “You got to do this every time?! Don’t scare me like that.” The banter between Laura and myself remains similar each time. Same question, same response. “Yes, otherwise it wouldn’t be fun.” As I let go, I added, “you got to keep your guard up someday.” She instantly rose at the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Shaking my head, I countered, “Heh, what do you think it means?”
I stood back up, looked around once more and glanced back at her. She ignored the question and impatiently climbed a tree. Even though her claws were made for such surfaces, her coordination was off, making her struggle up the trunk. I glared up, not at her, but at the sky. I felt like this space was more than just a few patches of grass. With the winds blowing around me, I felt like the world was centered in this spot. All you would have to do is be quiet and you’ll lose yourself in the universe all around you. This phenomenon was telling me that starting tonight, life would change. Although the idea was vague, I knew that change would affect me more than I could possibly bring myself to realize. Something compelled me to ask aloud, “So Laura, what do you want to do in life?” Her head lowered and was a little crooked, showing me that she was quizzical about the question. “You really want to know?” I took a step closer. ‘’If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked now would I?”
This time she was the one who lost herself in a daze-like state. Her sights returned to the stars above. “Well, I want to make Mantra a better place. You know, a world filled with peace.. not this stupid war stuff. That way we do not need to meet in secret anymore.” I considered shaking my head again. “You think it’s possible, huh?” She always found hope for something, not matter how improbable. I’m not saying I don’t have faith in some things but I have to know enough about those things to be sure. “Yeah. We could be friends, not rivals and-” I tried to contain my laughter but I couldn’t hold it in and it wound up interrupting her. “Us, rivals? Really kitty?” She cut off a piece of string and threw it at my face. I caught it and let it fall past my paw. “Let me finish! It’s because of our tribes. They’re the ones who see us as rivals, and it’s only because of this ‘great’ war. War is war and nothing good comes from it. So if it’s not good, it needs to stop. There’s no reason for us to ever fight and we don’t. I want to think of us as friends..”
Buzz. Buzz buzz, again and again in insignificant, rhythmic hums. That sound sent her jumping out of the tree. I caught the fallen girl and laid her down. She shook a little. “Also.. I don’t like the dark.” I motioned for her to get back on her feet. “Ah, quit being such a baby.” I mean I want her safe but this is ridiculous. It’s difficult for her to realize that I would fend off anything coming near her. I noted to her, “You know, this might keep happening: us meeting and hiding. I’m sure it happens with all the other tribes. They seem to want everything for themselves anyway.” “Ha! It sounds like CERTAIN WOLF I know.” She thinks of me as selfish. I may take food but I’m at least classy enough to pay back. “Hey, let me finish. I could pick you back up and simply drop you. Now where was I? Oh yeah, the conflict. You know, it’s funny. I’m surprised we’re not enemies in the first place. I guess it’s cause we don’t lose sight of how things should be..for the most part.”
She didn’t listen to a word I was saying. “So Travis, what do you want to do in life? Gonna live life as a ‘Mutt’ and a thief?” Sometimes I swear she doesn’t even know me. But I ignored the ignorance of my character so I could actually answer the question. “What am I going to do, eh? I’m gonna tell you. Honestly, I never thought about it too much. I’m someone who lives in the now. But if I were to take a pick in how things go, I wouldn’t mind living it big.” A burst of laughter came from my somewhat-companion. She held her sides, trying to regain herself. She had to remember how to breathe between her parts of speech. That’s how hysterical she was. “How-how, in the world, are you, of all people, going to accomplish such a thing?” Shaking my head, I gazed back up to recall what I was going to say. “No one knows. But I know one thing.” I pointed up at the stars. They were spread out in the darkness like paint splashing over a blank canvas. “Yeah, they’re shiny. So what?” I shook my head once more before I continued further. “I do know that staying here isn’t how it’s going to happen. I think I’ve been here for too long. I need to venture out, see the world, you know what I’m talking about?” She quizzically asked, “So you want to go to the moon or the stars or something?” Sigh. “Not there, but almost anywhere. I haven’t done much here so what’s the purpose of just watching days go by when I can make every day something that counts?”
In wonder, she asked, “Hmm..but you want money right?” “Eh...maybe, why?” “Well if we went by my goal of achieving peace, you might be able to get money that way.” I pretended to sleep it off but I wasn’t really interested. “Uhh..what? I’m sorry, I dozed off. What kind of ambition are you getting at?” My arm was clawed at. “You never listen to me, do you?!” and let out a little screech. I held my ears and submitted myself to the ground. That’s the one power Laura actually has over me. “I heard that!” She crossed her paws. “Hmph. Anyway, what I really wanted was for our tribes to get along peacefully. To end the ongoing feud that seems to last for what feels like an eternity-” I was getting back up, cutting her off. “Yeah yeah, I heard this speech of yours before. But tell me this,” I looked straight at her to make sure she was listening. Her free mind probably factored this question out.
“How exactly are you going to go through with this?”
Laura froze, paws shaking along with the rest of her fragile body. I backed off a little to give her the space she wanted. Those few feet between us were either to let her think or for her to freak out over it. Of course it was the lather. “I..I..I don’t know, okay?!” She turned her back towards me, about to pounce back up in the tree again. I put my paw on her shoulder to stop her. “Your intention is pure, you know this. But not everything can be done just because it’s right.” She peered down. “But..but..it should happen though..why can’t it-?” I hate telling people this, “That’s how the world works. Everywhere you go, no matter what tribe or society, that concept will still exist. But it’s what we do that changes it all. Maybe...maybe you should go out there too. But that’s your choice.”
With a pause, I assumed my words had hit Laura. Shifting her front side towards me, I noticed that her head was at gravity’s will. I lifted her heavy head up a little. “You know you can be that medic you’ve always wanted to be..” Tilting up more, I saw her face again. “I..I can’t leave here though. I am my father’s apprentice.” She’s in training for the medical magics, like her dad. Unlike her dad, she was a little, shall we say, off. “There are plenty of other ways you can become a medical mage. And your father won’t be around forever...” She stepped back in fighting stance. Knees bent slightly. I remember when I tried to train her about this position. She would complain to no end until she felt free of it. Only when she’s challenged will she ever make this position. I’m not sure if she only does this around me. Of course it’s because we get into these kind of talks on occasion. “What do you know about fathers?” I should’ve expected this reaction but didn’t feel like fighting her. “Let’s call it a night..how about you at least think it over and tell me by tomorrow night?” She looked around, trying to figure out where the sun was in correlation to the shadows. However, this is nighttime and there was no sun to trace. “Fine but don’t expect a different response.” She turned and hopped the trees to her home. Or at least she tried to. She attempted going from one tree to another three times before quitting and walking back.
As for me, I turned and went back the way I came back to my cave. The walls were curved and the floor was flattened and darkened, just as a cave should appear. There was nothing else to notice. Now you might be wondering, where is the food? The answer is simple: it is gone. Personally, I follow a simple principle: if you got it, you use it. If you store things for too long you will gather the attraction of thieves. So yes, my home is practically bare but it has no robbers scurrying around it. However, I do have but one possession: a small bag. Inside that bag is only a book. My feline companion knows full well that I do not engage in reading. She probably mistakes me for being illiterate. She does not know of the existence of my book. Inside the pages I write of any adventure that appeals to me. If you call it a diary, do not flinch if I am to punch you.
After gathering some sticks, I reignited the fire so I could slumber. When I had reawakened the fire was no more. If there were any remains of it, it was the little burnt circle, which would have been the origin of the fire, and blackened twigs scattered around. For some reason, I was inclined to go to the stream nearby. Almost like a movie scene, I faced myself in the running waters. In my self-analysis, I still see the cub I once was. My fur brown, darker towards the ears and lighter to the nose. The line of this color difference cuts through my eyes curving downward. Below my head and the neck that was connected was the red jacket with a grey hood. Around my neck was a ruby diamond pendant that I wore since birth. On the left upper part of the jacket was a pocket. Inside the pocket was a swiss army knife. The sleeves have cuts, making my elbows bare. Descending in my person, I carry with me a belt holding up blue shorts. I’m not sure as to why but my legs never get cold. Maybe because I’ve used them in so many ways. But what I saw in the water was a wolf who wasn’t sure of their identity. I mean really, I have nothing planned out. Nowhere to go and nothing to do but survive.
Just then, I heard someone rushing towards my direction. Though they were not stealthy, I still hid myself behind a bush. As the noise got closer, the runner was crying my name. I recognized the voice and when I saw her, I pulled her back with me. Since she was running as fast as she could, she felt rather unpleasant about being yanked over here. Temporarily, I covered her mouth. “Shh, calm down. You want the people here to hear you? Just tell me what happened?” She tried jerking her head away but I wouldn’t let her until I finished. Then I released her mouth so she may talk. “You’ll never believe this..” Ears open, I listened to her story.
Laura was with her master, you know the one. Her father is one of the most experienced healers in all of Mantra. If that wasn’t enough fame, she reiterates about his work numerous times, despite the fact that she herself does not know everything she repeats. Anyway, she was practicing her spells to improve her ability. With all respect, it needed some work. Today was different: a tragedy, out of her control, would soon come about.
“Cura nadra ultra healios das us maxina Ibuprofen-ia!” Laura exclaimed at the test dummy her dad created. If she performs a spell correctly, the dummy will not blow up. However, its scarecrow-like head went to pieces in mid-air once again. It’s a sight she was far too familiar with. At the corner of her eye, he lifted his hand. He was sitting in his chair as he always was. But he was about to do something more unusual than he’s ever done. His finger went in an upward direction and stuttered for a second. Then back down. Up and down. She started to realized that he was motioning her over. “My girl, try it again. But this time, use your knowledge on your old man.” She looked him over to check if his logic was still in place. Or did he just not see her slip up this time? Maybe he just trusts her is all. She performed the action again and my father flew out of the chair and against the wall. “Cease!” He coughed out.
Inching to his side, she feared the worse. The worst to her was that she got it wrong and that she may have brought about her father’s own demise. “Come, come.” He wasn’t growing impatient but he knew this was important. She kneeled at his side. His face was starting to turn blue and green and blue again. “My daughter, I accept my fate. I have yet to tell you but one of my most rarest cases was the contagious Blowfish-Face disease.” For those of you unaware, it is a rare condition where the head inflates outwards. You feel your eye seeping into your brain and out of their sockets at the same time. If the sensation lasts long enough, the person will die. To stay calm in this phenomenon takes true strength.
Laura took her father’s hand. “So you say you think you have it?” He slapped her hand away. “I know I have it!” She gasped, then starting tearing up. Her father realized he lost sight of himself. But who could blame him? He was on the brink of death after all. “My apologizes. All I desire, at this moment, is that my only child will be safe. You must leave here with everything you have before the illness spreads to you as well.” Her hand went out to him again, then backed away because she remembered what her father just told her. There was something on the kitten’s mind. Her father could sense it. He expected it. “I must know...who will teach me to carry on your legacy?” With every other word in that sentence, her breath did not want her to say those words. “Alas, I do not know for sure. But there is something I do see.” She looked into her father’s eyes. “What? What do you see? Tell me, time is short..” Squinting his eyes, which were slowly popping out as we speak, he concentrated his best on what he could visualize. “Yes, yes. I see..they are from dreams I’ve had before and they may be the last thing I see..it is you and another, venturing out into this world. The two of you begin a quest. Along the way, you will have others accompany you. All I can say for now is the first person..the banished one.”
That word repeated in the feline’s head, “Banished.” Her wolf friend has heard that word so many times, often as a threat. However, thieving for sustenance was certainly not enough to make Travis public enemy number one. So her question formed. “Why should I go to this man? He was banished, right? So why should I go with someone like that? You, father, taught me yourself not to trust those types.” A chuckle came from the dying man’s lips. “Oh no, I have not taught you everything. Besides, you won’t know from the looks of him that he’s the banished one.” With a pause, he added, “The reason why he was banished was because he was dabbling in the dark arts.” His girl nodded. “That forbidden type of magic..you said it was often used for combat, usually for nefarious activities..” Then, the magical medic felt himself curl up for a pain in his right side. It was side effect for Blowfish-Face disease. “That is correct. But his intentions are as true and pure as your own. Darling, I don’t want you to be here right now. It’s starting to happen. I can feel it too much...all I ask of you is to remember everything you learned from me. And most of all, complete your adventure and have a sense of pride when it’s all over. From a father to a daughter, I say this one last time: I love you, my little kitten.”
Laura felt frozen. She could not tear herself away, but her dad knew it was for the best if she were to leave. “I..I love you Daddy..” Breathing heavier now, the man came up with one last idea. He decided to take his child’s hand but only for a moment. A pink glow flowed through the elder. Marks were expanding along with the ray of rose-lit lights within the magician. She’s never seen anything like this before. Her arm felt pressure flowing into it. This sensation did not squeeze too little or too much, but enough to be felt as a powerful presence. There was wind surrounding them and them alone. It’s the essence of magic that to binded the two together. The markings on her father’s arm were starting to disintegrate, yet they instantly reappear on her own arm. He closed his eyes. That ritual took a tiny bit more than he thought he had in him. “That is my power. It is in you. It knows everything I know but you must learn on your own to use it. I believe I have fulfilled my purpose. Goodbye, my child. I’ll always be with you.” She remembered the disease could transfer to her, and that it was more likely to be caught in its grip the longer she stayed with him. Standing back up and packing her things, she wasted no time. One last look, that was it before she headed out the door, for good.
Or, if you would like, here’s the abridged version she told me: “My daddy caught an illness, won’t get up, tells me to meet this ‘banished’ stranger and now I have tattoos and I don’t even know how they got there!” In either case, I still felt bad. With a slight sigh, I spread my arms. I was used to this position, but not in this way. “If you want, I can hold you...” Without any hesitation, she held onto my jacket, pulling it down with her. The weight was coming down on the back of my neck. I reminded myself to breathe out of my nose. After soaking my clothes, she looked up at me. “You never let anyone get this close to you. Why? Why now?” I shushed her. “It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?” She shook her head, not in disagreement with my statement but she couldn’t believe I would go through with this. A hug.
I didn’t realize until now that her paw was going down my chest along the chain holding my most prized possession. “Merow? What’s this?” Then I figured it out. “Oh, that? It’s nothing.” She wouldn’t take that as a proper answer. She unzipped my jacket to reveal my pendant. “What is it? What is it from?” She asked as she was toying with it, swaying it back and forth as if to try to hypnotize herself. I held it in mid-swing. With a glare directed at my eyes, she asked, “Who did you steal this from?” I let a small laugh out. “Ha! No, no no. Not this time. This really is mine and mine alone.” She stroked her chin in doubts of my story. At first, I considered taking back my amulet. Then I remembered how sad she was so I let my hands slip through the shining silver chain and let it descend into my friend’s paws. “If you want it, you got to promise me to keep it with you, always. During the day, showering, sleeping..” “Ew!” She yelled in disgust. “Alright, alright. Just keep it on your person, okay? I don’t want to lose it. It’s mine and mine alone, but you can borrow it. Deal?” She nodded. “Great. So, what do you want to do now, besides stare at that all day long?” As I was asking, she was still staring at the gem. “Don’t make me take it again.” She quickly enclosed it in her paws, as if the jewel was her child. “Good, then answer my question.” She started glancing down.
“What question?”
“You listening?”
“Hm?”
“Ugh.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“What was the question?”
“What are we going to do now?”
With a pause, she tilted her head back up at me. “I don’t know.” Such a simple answer, and yet it gets us nowhere. Then it occurred to me.
“Remember last night?”
“What about it?”
“You have nowhere to go, right?”
“Right, the house is quarantined, with all my old possessions in there. Why?”
“No doubt they’ll burn it down.”
She looked back and yelled “What?!” I had a tight grip on her arm as she tried to go back.
“I’m sorry, it’s too late now.”
“But, but...but..” She ran out of reasons to protest. Once she breathes in the air of her old home, she’ll meet the same fate as her father. Despite her medical knowledge, she felt that she could save that place.
“I know it’s difficult for you to cope with the reality of the situation but that’s how life is. You have my amulet for a reason. Remember that, alright?”
She sat back down with a sigh and agreed, “alright.”
“Alright, so from last night, remember how we talked about what we wanted to do?”
“Right.”
“Yeah, why don’t we just do that?”
“Don’t you have a clan you’re going to leave be-oh wait.”
I let her arm out of my grasp as I veered my view back to the cave.
“See that? That’s my home. There isn’t anything there for the most part. I don’t got swat to leave behind. Now,” As I turned around, I tapped her shoulder. “We can’t start something unless we get up and get going, right?” She nodded.
We emerged from the bush. With the coast clear, we walked in some woods that I’ve never been to before. Although it appeared to be a clear-cut run, there was a ways to go before any city or town could be spotted. My companion ran out of breath just over halfway through. Her panting was nearly contagious. When I thought we had given up hope, there was a white speck in the distance. The feline found a tree stump and planted herself upon it. I inquired her. She said she was taking a catnap. “But there’s someplace nearby.” Her head rose to survey the area. “Where? I see no hotels.” I pointed to the white object in the distance. “That’s so far though.” I decided to give her a choice. “Either sleep out here or take the extra mile and have a bed at your disposal. That stump still looking good?” At first, she jumped at the remark, but she agreed and we continued towards the speck.
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