Koshu Farsight

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Koshu Farsight

I think the Death System needs a bit of polishing.
 
Currently it is boring, purposeless and the opposite of an interesting mode people would like to see it as. No, it should not be fun, but it should have a clear purpose and greater meaning than being used as a punishment/amusement in regards to the killer. For most people, death in MD has no more meaning than a bit of extra time needed to be spent for the revival, which I think is sad because it has the potential to be much more than that.
 
Anyone else thinks the same way? Please post your thoughts!
 
 
Personally I've received a few suggestions:
 
~ possible movement via heat veins
~ different graveyards for each land
~ dead-only content
~ ?

Being afraid of sounding too eloquent, I would like to add that we may be all going into a new beginning.
Between this, and the "legacy" documentation, we are setting new bases (and perhaps an increase in numbers) for the MD playerbase.

The situation is like this...
over the years, the companies that built browser-based games invested insane amounts of money into advertising certain types of games. Also, development focused on fine-tuning those games for maximum addiction. Games are in general a money making factory, literally nobody ares about any other aspect other than the business aspect.
I started and plan to continue MD totally disregarding the business aspect of it.
 
Sadly, nowadays, players are used to think less and just fit within predefined gameplay patterns, they are all, regardless of their IQ level, unconsciously trained consumers that fit well planned behaviour patters. You don't even realize it..but nowadays it is "natural" for anyone to look for resources to build stuff, and attack other monsters for "near to lose" fights that you win anyhow, just to get a level up, that will make you do the same repetitive stuff just with an other zero added to the same stats. It is so natural that you can't even imagine it might be possible any other way...lol.
 
Creativity in game play is basically extinct..or almost extinct ..you can still find it hidden in the variations..but core concepts are all the same everywhere. Just a single core concept if it changes, people need to start thinking more, and need to go outside their safety zone ..this is exciting but not relaxing. MD is BASED on entirely new concepts...so its target audience is increasingly low.
 
There is no way i can change that, the world as we know it goes that direction entirely...not just games...everything tends to be trained to be a much easier to control consuming mechanism, with predictable people. Americans where at some point legendary for being the most predictable and controllable consumers in existance, but this happens now to everyone almost.
 
examples:
Place a contact phone in the upper right corner of a shop, and USA sales will increase by a clear percentage, because they where trained to like that.
Make psychological prices like 1,99 and will sell better than 2.00
Use happy colors to mark things that cost real money
Use more or less than 3 resource types in a RTS game, and you will lose important number of players, because they are all used to manage 3 resource types, believe it or not.
Ask a player to be creative, and you will make his brain consume a lot more power, causing a better experience but more effort, and you will lose a significant number of less creative players..that is bad for economy but good for community.
Money in game is best asked when you already won something single-player related, or when you lose something in multiplayer related gameplay.
I could go on and on with examples....these things i know...they are however not applied in MD because md is my baby not my business.
 
To survive, MD needs to disguise itself into a more friendly and relaxing casual game, where everything is clear and fun to do, at first. Initial addiction levels will increase, old time personality filters will vanish from sight (just from sight)..and MD will start to seem a lot more commercial to the first comers.
 
Because of its current depth/size md can sacrifice a large ammount of the assets it has (locations, concepts, artworks, features) , to become friendlier ..but its current depth will ensure that it will still remain insanely deep and will respect certain concepts.
 
Some marketing concepts will never be integrated, and this will deprive md of more than 50% of its potential growth. However we are not struggling here to grow, we are fighting to survive with minimum damage.
 
You might wonder how i decide what concepts i change in favor of growth and what concepts i keep and why.
Its complicated, yet simple :)
 
The one thing i want to respect most is to give the chance to anyone regardless of age or financial possibilities to become part of this community with equal influence potential like anyone else. As long a 13y old can become king of a land without paying anything ever (for example), then md is in my view fine in keeping this balance between paying and non paying members.
 
My target is and always was, to bring together people of various cultures, ages, talents and habbits, and to offer them a place where a well defined fragment of who they are (their player/character), can evolve and confront other real people... and through that it can learn, change and evolve. My benefit is very selfish,..i do it just for myself :P ..just so i can learn more about myself, same as you do. Learning about you helps me discover myself. I offer you something , you give me back pieces of who i am, thats my trade...
I find joy in learning and experimenting with such things, my life has a purpose when i confront issues in md that require my skills to be solved. I learned to write and to draw, so i could be of more use in md development... i have fun doing this, same as you have playing it.
 
This is something of far more value than any money or fame.
That is why i fight to keep the playerbase of md as "honest" and clean as possible and not taint it with outside powers such as money. This doesn't mean i do not need money to survive, or that i do not enjoy it if i have it. I am actually hoping, and consider it one of the "business" targets of A25 changes, to make md profitable so i can focus my time just on it, because now i need to work for others to pay my bills, and this is a terrible waste of time, instead of finishing my second book and to make md better, i lose precious time fixing bugs and coding scripts for others..not fun...you agree with me i guess.
 
 
 
 
 

All current players will be able to go through the new beginning if they want to, without using alts.
(and as chew said)

Its being added back in as something similar, but not as the main starting part.
 
As a tutorial its where we lose 90% of members that start the game, This cant go on becuase we lose so many people that might become great roleplayers.
 
Its a too good filter. We will make the system more "gameier" so that those core "MD people" will stay because they can game with the gamers, and hopefully get and keep more "MD people"

What happened to Magicduel?
 
For the last year and a half I have been on and off Magicduel sporadically, it seems everything changes apart from one problem: the lack of players.
 
Now, I know many of you will say "But MD is ticking along just fine", which I don't disagree with at all,but I call this a "problem" because, personally, I quite enjoyed having a fresh wave of beginners come through, most with their unique little roles, stories, ways of thinking and everything that creates a diverse population.
In the last 12 (and probably more) months, we seem to have lacked a quantity of new players. With older players now becoming more and more inactive, I can't see this as a "ticking along just fine" concern.
 
The effect is visible; the once most densely populated alliances now have around 4-5 members, you can pass through area after area without seeing another person, less and less role play happens and it's more common to see someone idle that it is online!
 
So again I ask:
What happened to Magicduel?
 
Is BFH still the primary advertiser? If so are we getting enough traffic to the website? Is advertising being maintained? Do people just not want to play the game, if so...why not? Is it not user friendly or interesting enough if you're brand new? Or is it altogether a different reason?
 
MD has been around for a very long time and a lot of us have been a part of it for just as long. I don't want to see something that has been worked on so hard and has such loyal followers to just fade out with time.
 
MD may only be a "game" but it is also a legacy. Without MD some of us would have never met (be it in game or in real life) and never spoken.
 
I'm sure there are many of you that have something to be thankful to MD about...
 
I know I do.
 
~Sasha Lilias, Ghost of Fortune
 

It must be considered that MD isn't a full game yet.
 
For now we just have to hope that the wonderful yet strange kind of "bonds" we have formed here in MD, all of us amongst each other, hold on tight.
 
MD isn't ready to be "introduced" openly, as it would seem. A25 plans to change that, and there is important development needed before we can ensure that people stay in MD. No point in advertising and bringing even a hundred new people, if they don't stay. BFH did state a while back that he can indeed bring people to MD but he will not do so yet.
 
 
For now we should just help in any way we can and hope for the best. Not to mention that we must motivate and put faith in those who really work hard for MD.

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I want to thank here, my friend Neno, who took the time to teach me to edit my drawings and get these results. Neno're a genius  ;)

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I think 1000 or 777 AP is way too huge a boost. It makes Necro or GG gates completely redundant, for example.
 
I strongly suggest that they be reduced to 400 max, nothing more, if they are to remain in the first place. And, they should be spread out evenly (there are 2 in Loreroot, just 4 scenes away from each other...)

But it didn't happen that way. 
If you want to go into "what if"s then what would have happened if the ghost couldn't be passed when someone got february there? All those who are not as "resourceful" as you would be stuck at the last obelisk. Imagine players standing there, waiting for it to be fixed, to claim the final obelisk. DD may have acted too hastily, but I don't think it actualy damaged the quest. It could have but it didn't. I think we all can learn from this incident, but there is no need for the blame game.
 
 
I didn't say they had to know it was a bug, but it was admittedly not the intended way how they passed. It still makes their complaints seem less valid.

I had the ability to fix it there and then, so I did. It was actually unfair to many other participants if I didn't remove them, because they were trapped even in Aeo's presence.
 
 
Edit: Now that I think of it more clearly, it wasn't a bug imo. It worked the way it was coded to work. But it was not coded the way it was intended. At least, this is my conclusion.

So did anybody tried to solve the obelisk puzzle? (each obelisk has a different symbol on it)

We should hold regular debates and make conclusions of every single questionable thing in MD at the moment. And then document them via people who show most interest.

Eroline (female form) comes from Errol (the Weasley's owl in HP).  You've just discovered an old secret that was kept for years:  Mur is a Harry Potter  fan!

Why not ... md wiki ?
It is "cross linkable" and it will be the final version of the docs anyway.

@DD do not try to reason with the irrational.
 
@Mur I'd love to help with this, but I know that I simply cannot.
 
@Ary Yes openness of info is something that I think MD needs a LOT more of.
 
@Mur
The letters in the scenes... iirc you gave Akasha some kind of power involving them maybe she knows more
 
additional Things that might need their associated "wizards"
Cauldrons Resources Collectible Resources MDScript Totems Spells MP6 protector stuff Titles Personal Papers WPs Announcements Rebel System Citizenship Alliances Wiki Advertisement Land Weapons Scriptable Items  

Life is an illusion. Fear is an illusion. Pain is an illusion.

But not all illusions are made equal.

We have placed ourselves in an illusion of life so we may survive this hard and cruel world, but the price we pay is imprisonment.

Our vey esscence, soul, way of being, is all trapped within a small fleshy illusion that could end any second, on any day.

Though we may sometimes fear this Dark World, it is in all honesty, simply a sanctuary with the lights turned off.

If we learn its secrets, our weakness becomes our strength, and we become as close to unstoppable as illusonarily possible.

Because even in our own bodies, we dont feel at home. Even if they are my eyes, I feel alienated from the Light World, to the point where im not even sure where I am.

Nightmares are my nightly friends. They dont hurt me anymore, just surprise me on occasion. Ive had nightmares for a long time now, and if we can use them to our advantage, they become our greatest ally.

We all need to hear our own voice from time to time. If for nothing else, at least to know we still "exist".

"I didn't remember, until I dreamt of my death by a heart attack. As darkness took away everything, all that was left was my consciousness. And a memory of a child wanting to break free.     One day, during my childhood,  I was at school, during the break,  sitting in the yard, thinking.   In my train of thought, I starting noticing things. I noticed I was thinking,  I noticed I have been doing that during the whole break. I noticed that most of my free time was spent thinking.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my mind and it's thoughts.    I noticed I could be aware of what I was thinking, but also that I could think without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my body and it's senses.   I noticed I could be aware of what I was sensing, but also that I could sense without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that awareness, and asked myself if I was that awareness. I noticed I had a body, but I was not the body, as it contained me I noticed I had a mind, but I was not the mind, as it contained me.   I thought that the only way to know what I was,  was by emancipating myself from both my mind and body.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   Suddenly I felt claustrophobic.  I was a thing, there was a "me", but I couldn't know what "me" meant,  since it was drown in the information I received from my surroundings and from my own thoughts.   I felt the urge to understand what I was.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   So I looked for a wall, and starting hitting my head against it. As strong as I could.   If I could break my body, I could break my mind, and I could isolate that "me" from the rest,
And then understand it, right?   Blood started dripping, and I was still hitting my head against the wall. As strong as I could.   I noticed I could only think and feel less and less. And it was glorious.   So, being the kid I was,  I wanted to hit my head harder,  and in one final blow against the wall, darkness took my body and my mind.   The last thing I felt, was the shift of gravity as I fell to the floor. Finally, I was free from them.    I could think of nothing,  I could feel nothing. But I was still there. There was still a "me", and nothing else.   I noticed that "me" meant nothing. I was aware of my self, but there was nothing else, only a hollow consciousness.   I spent an eternity with immaculate awareness, being aware that I was aware of my self, but with nothing else to be aware of."   Have you ever tried meditating?
I found it's a good way to get rid of both thoughts and senses.


Second entry:
If clarity is sought after, the senses become a burden: images are seen in the dark, the body makes itself heard in the silence.  If reflection is sought after, it's easy to get lost in the depths of the mind or to drown in the river of thoughts. Something stops feeling genuine, and it seems hard to know what that is. Through the void the self is killed and found anew. No senses. No thoughts. Only consciousness.

"I didn't remember, until I dreamt of my death by a heart attack. As darkness took away everything, all that was left was my consciousness. And a memory of a child wanting to break free.     One day, during my childhood,  I was at school, during the break,  sitting in the yard, thinking.   In my train of thought, I starting noticing things. I noticed I was thinking,  I noticed I have been doing that during the whole break. I noticed that most of my free time was spent thinking.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my mind and it's thoughts.    I noticed I could be aware of what I was thinking, but also that I could think without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my body and it's senses.   I noticed I could be aware of what I was sensing, but also that I could sense without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that awareness, and asked myself if I was that awareness. I noticed I had a body, but I was not the body, as it contained me I noticed I had a mind, but I was not the mind, as it contained me.   I thought that the only way to know what I was,  was by emancipating myself from both my mind and body.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   Suddenly I felt claustrophobic.  I was a thing, there was a "me", but I couldn't know what "me" meant,  since it was drown in the information I received from my surroundings and from my own thoughts.   I felt the urge to understand what I was.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   So I looked for a wall, and starting hitting my head against it. As strong as I could.   If I could break my body, I could break my mind, and I could isolate that "me" from the rest,
And then understand it, right?   Blood started dripping, and I was still hitting my head against the wall. As strong as I could.   I noticed I could only think and feel less and less. And it was glorious.   So, being the kid I was,  I wanted to hit my head harder,  and in one final blow against the wall, darkness took my body and my mind.   The last thing I felt, was the shift of gravity as I fell to the floor. Finally, I was free from them.    I could think of nothing,  I could feel nothing. But I was still there. There was still a "me", and nothing else.   I noticed that "me" meant nothing. I was aware of my self, but there was nothing else, only a hollow consciousness.   I spent an eternity with immaculate awareness, being aware that I was aware of my self, but with nothing else to be aware of."   Have you ever tried meditating?
I found it's a good way to get rid of both thoughts and senses.


Second entry:
If clarity is sought after, the senses become a burden: images are seen in the dark, the body makes itself heard in the silence.  If reflection is sought after, it's easy to get lost in the depths of the mind or to drown in the river of thoughts. Something stops feeling genuine, and it seems hard to know what that is. Through the void the self is killed and found anew. No senses. No thoughts. Only consciousness.

In service, shared, I reflect my self-worth.  In Social crowds, I shine.   But hidden alone in my apartment's couch, I'd slowly lose my mind. 
The good in others, easily glimpsed, myself I see it too, but it's much brighter outside these innermost eyes, which are coloured a saddening blue.
My shoes have been given, when blisters were felt, and others needed walking more soundly.
My cooking's not perfect, some burning was smelt, but such things make my happy, profoundly.
But standing alone, is the thing that I fear, and why last year you all not found me here.
 
This is Maebius.   This is me.
in a nut-case shell.
 
The cage is one I instinctively to look into, and hear the birds singing...  or something.  :)
 
(edit:  I do not post this for proper TB citizenship... I think...  but the question and opportunity struck a cord that NEEDED this reply today.  so it's posted.)

"I didn't remember, until I dreamt of my death by a heart attack. As darkness took away everything, all that was left was my consciousness. And a memory of a child wanting to break free.     One day, during my childhood,  I was at school, during the break,  sitting in the yard, thinking.   In my train of thought, I starting noticing things. I noticed I was thinking,  I noticed I have been doing that during the whole break. I noticed that most of my free time was spent thinking.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my mind and it's thoughts.    I noticed I could be aware of what I was thinking, but also that I could think without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that there was a blurry line between "me", whoever that was, and my body and it's senses.   I noticed I could be aware of what I was sensing, but also that I could sense without being aware of it, until I was.   I noticed that awareness, and asked myself if I was that awareness. I noticed I had a body, but I was not the body, as it contained me I noticed I had a mind, but I was not the mind, as it contained me.   I thought that the only way to know what I was,  was by emancipating myself from both my mind and body.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   Suddenly I felt claustrophobic.  I was a thing, there was a "me", but I couldn't know what "me" meant,  since it was drown in the information I received from my surroundings and from my own thoughts.   I felt the urge to understand what I was.   And, being the child I was, I didn't have very clever ideas, did I?   So I looked for a wall, and starting hitting my head against it. As strong as I could.   If I could break my body, I could break my mind, and I could isolate that "me" from the rest,
And then understand it, right?   Blood started dripping, and I was still hitting my head against the wall. As strong as I could.   I noticed I could only think and feel less and less. And it was glorious.   So, being the kid I was,  I wanted to hit my head harder,  and in one final blow against the wall, darkness took my body and my mind.   The last thing I felt, was the shift of gravity as I fell to the floor. Finally, I was free from them.    I could think of nothing,  I could feel nothing. But I was still there. There was still a "me", and nothing else.   I noticed that "me" meant nothing. I was aware of my self, but there was nothing else, only a hollow consciousness.   I spent an eternity with immaculate awareness, being aware that I was aware of my self, but with nothing else to be aware of."   Have you ever tried meditating?
I found it's a good way to get rid of both thoughts and senses.


Second entry:
If clarity is sought after, the senses become a burden: images are seen in the dark, the body makes itself heard in the silence.  If reflection is sought after, it's easy to get lost in the depths of the mind or to drown in the river of thoughts. Something stops feeling genuine, and it seems hard to know what that is. Through the void the self is killed and found anew. No senses. No thoughts. Only consciousness.

Thats the cry of our own Farts. HOoo YeSS Fart do have their own soul trapped within the human bowels as a cage, it has this constant strive to escape. But selfish humans in order to keep their social status they don't allow their own Farts to be escaped with a blast and fragrance. Instead they r freed in silent mode which is much against their nature, their dreams and their purpose of their fartinity. Hope their nightmare ends and let there be a day when the fart shall earn their honor and freedom with a boom blast and natural odor.