A soldier belonging to a company faction is overlooking a city in ruins. The picture is still a work in progress, but sometimes I grow tire of a painting, so for now I’m going to let this one sit until I decide to come back to it. What I’m planning on doing is to finish the city where it engulfs the horizon of the picture (from the back of the soldier and the front). Or I’ll leave the city where it is and add mountains to the left hand side.

The soldier is the concept art of an elite warrior who serves a company faction.

Sure enough, they come walkin’ into this very fuckin’ room you and I are in, but they didn’t see anything. Nothing but the red glow from my cigarette, see? If you could picture this, imagine a still and awkward silence… Nothing but the creaking of the floor boards beneath their feet. They looked so fuckin’ scared, hah! “Who gave you cigarettes, boy? No matter, you’re gonna give ‘em to me now, and you’re comin’ with us.”. Yup, that’s what the fuckin’ ass hole said to me.

Who does he think he is? So, he want’s to call me “boy”, huh? Oh fuck no, so you know what I did? I just jumped the fuck up with my shotgun in hand, screamed “Fuckers!”, and blast his fuckin’ face in! BLAM! You should have seen them. God, it was funny. They didn’t know what the fuck to do, and they were all covered in his blood. So, I just flick my cigarette at their feet, and whoosh! Yeah, I had poured some alcohol down their earlier that day. Shit, I knew they were comin’, and I knew they’d be knockin’ at my door.

Y’know what? Fire shoots up outta the floor boards, and fries their fuckin’ shit all to hell! They were screamin’ and runnin’, and I was just laughin’ my ass off. “You like that, fuckers?! Come get me now!”, I said to them. So, I took the chair I was sittin’ on, broke the window, and jumped on out. I ran for the woods, and three of them got up on horses and decided to try and chase me.

“Damn stupid nigger, he went that way!”, one of the guys said, or some shit like that. Where the fuck did they learn all this fuckin’ horrible language? So then they go ridin’ after me, into the tall grass. God, what morons. See, a couple of em’ took a tumble and landed in some ditches I had dug in earlier. Yeah, and in those same ditches I had placed in some boards with nails through the backs. You should have heard them scream, hah! “Oh god, my eye!”. Oh well, fuckin’ pricks had it comin’. Tryin’ to snag my cigarettes. Fuckin’ fools.

Well, the last guy got real pissed and yelled “I’m gonna hang you up and skin you alive!”. It was the fuckest thing I had ever heard, that’s for sure. So I just laughed and flipped him the fuckin’ finger. What was he gonna do, huh? Well, he rode on up with his horse and kicked me to the ground. He got down off of his fuckin’ horse and was talkin about how “I’m gonna enjoy flaying you, boy.”. What an ass hole… He forgot that double barreled shot guns got two shots, or some kinda shit.

Well, You know how I enjoy being called “boy”, so I told em’ “My name’s Jeffry, fucker…”, then I tore him a new asshole in his fuckin’ chest with the other barrel. He gasped and wheezed for air, and twitched on the ground like a fish outta water. Fuckin’ pussy. So I tore off that dumb ass pillow sheet off his head, and watched his face as the fucker died. God I loved the look of fear on his face, cause he knew where he was goin’.

After all that I needed a cigarette bad. It was nice to have one last long smoke before heading out. God knows that after all this fuckin’ bloodshed, there’ll be more after me… I’m gonna kill every last one of those fuckers.

More screams of the fiery elements shred the environment of its nature. The colors of war are seen at a distant view. Men in suits of war fire in bursts from their high-velocity rifles. Their projectiles fill the air of  shrieking screams. Amidst the carnage of constant glares of fire – two sides face each other in tactical means to destroy one another.

“One.. one.. niner.. targeting..,” a machine outfitted with thick plates of steel rotated its head. A barrel is shown, protruding outwards from the head as machinery components are heard softly underneath the constant explosions. “Multiple contacts on screen – ready to fire.” Inside the hulk, the crewmen load an explosive round into the enormous gun. “Firing..,” a ringing explosion propells the shell out of the turret, launching it toward the enemy.

“TAKE COVER!” A shout over intercommunications on the otherside alarms the ground infantry. A loud shrieking scream is heard, increasing its volume as it engages closer to its target. Within a second of its launch,  dirt is kicked up into the air, allowing a short sound of peace. Succesfully smashing into a barrier where infantry had taken cover. A couple of soldiers lie motionless – as others attempt to recover from the attack. Screaming over the intercommunication are shortly cut off. A deep roar is heard from afar, similar like the first.

The land dead of natural life was not alone, death stood insignificant to the size of the industrial base. A man stood stiffly as wind and time whirls pass him. Darkly dressed in a uniform of battle, bald, his expression portrayed none. His face had no features to account. Seemly lifeless – a face slowly became visible as clouds above produced shadows. The features were blurry as the the basic facial structure smudged into nothing.

“Inconceivable.” The man’s robust chorus vents out and dissipates the silence. “Foolery – it skips beats off your momentous pilgrimage.” An edgy robotic grumble grr’d on the last vowel. Wind blew up strongly, screening dust across the machine-like man. Dust vividly distorting vision, a blob appears in front of the man several yards ahead. Detailing a second machine-like man, whom is colored in dark-brown digital camouflage – as several black lacing of words and symbols drawn majority among the battledress. “Magnificent,” a second chorus of words ciphered from the faceless man, detailing the visualization of his counterpart, “an image of glorification – an ego fortifying but nothing.”

A glory of chords reverberated from the word barer,  “your indoctrination of fear does little,” discrediting the faceless soldier’s nature.  His voice – much like the other, was significantly enhanced by an haze of technology. “Your friends lie dead – and you still stand arrogantly.” The word barer briefly pauses. “Your efforts in stifling my mission was decimated.” A rifle hangs in gripped from his fiber plated gauntlets while the rifle stock speared up against his plated shoulder piece.

“Who is this you speak of, Casacoth?”

Two men dressed in a clean uniform of the business class resided in a lightly lit room. A modern structured building considered being outdated during the current times of their origins. With their ties and briefcase accompanying them, they took  a polite manner to one another. Caucasian of ethnicity, Casacoth wore a pitch black suit, giving a clear white tone to his skin.  The other man wore a black suit with the inner shirt being white. Having traditional taste, the man wore a badge above his breast lining. Engraved on the glinting sliver metal was his name, Bruce.

“Another official is dead,” Casacoth’s groans out a feared truth.

“Who? Of the Allegiance’s?”

“No, one of ours. The lead in our relationships with the Allegiance.”

“Who did this!?”

“Mars.”

“What? Mars?!” Bruce surprised with widen eyes, “that’s a myth.” Bruce then began to gesture his index finger towards Casacoth in an arrogant manner. “Rumors.  How can you even believe such a fairy tal-”

“Reports.” Casacoth interrupts with a strong tone to his voice. “We have him on camera, Bruce.”

“How do you even know it’s a ‘him,’ Casacoth? So what, you have footage, it does not mean anything.” Bruce settles his voice for a second, murmuring. “Even if he is real, Casacoth, which I seriously doubt. You cannot be telling people around here that this was the act of Mars. With such rumors spurring about, the excitement would be too much.”

Although the only thing being ‘truely’ 3D is the trunk, since the branches themselves are flat images ‘flowered’ onto the trunk. The quality is what I like – it really reminds me of nowaday games. Espeically the game Half-Life 2 and Red Orchestra, mostly Red Orchestra.

We thought about fully feldge 3D trees, but then you’d have to take in the preformance; considering that they infact take more power than just simple flat images (that look nice). Though — I would like to see 3D trees in few quanities up close with actual 3D branches popping out. Since I like the idea of being able to climb up on trees and use it for any military advantage.

Wind whistles softly in the blue filled skies covered only in an handful of clouds. Allowing the sun to shine a warmth of comfort onto the land below. Producing glimmer to shallow rivers that flow like veins through the grasslands and into the forest. Vegetation flourshed from the substantial fertility of the ecosystem. Above in its glory, an enormous mountain topple above the dense forest. The mountain wore a belt of fog around its peak, gratifiying its significant size. From the painting of a flourishing land, a distant sound implore its existence. A bellow of sound grooved the ground,  shaking softly as the sound vibrated in the air. Repetitive soft roaring from afar breached the silence of shivering sounds of the wild.

A sudden violent boomed turned from the ongoing bellows from afar. Trees had been crushed into kindling from a thunder-quake. A large metallic machinery sits above the crushed trees. Had fallen from the skies, the shape of its body took a triangular look. At its height, many piers stood to the top. Like the nature of a spike, its height also took to the tall trees around. At the base of the machinery, the largest part, had deep engraves of metallic alloys. Golden human-like skulls were decorated among the base. Written words were on display all across the machine. As the sunlight rays gave light onto the words, the body of the machine opened in many. Revealing the skeleton of the machine and the fervent space marine.

Several more thunder shocks belched around. As more fell from the sky..

There’s a been a bit of fanboyism amongst the programming languages. Such as DB (Darkbasic) not being ‘that good,’ since C++ people (not all of them, specifically those who claim that DB isn’t that good) called DB as the girly language(?). And that C++ is a manly language.

Well, all that aside – Darkbasic (Pro) is a well suitable language to make grade A games. It does make it easier to program, but that doesn’t make it bad. It hasten the process of the game development. Instead of going through complete scratch – you have some ‘helpers.’ It uses Direct X, being a wrapper around Direct X Code. Contrary to popular belief that Darkbasic Pro is an engine, is very wrong. It’s a wrapper, as said before, that forms around Direct X. It may already have already made functions, but those are set for regular or the average Joe to code easier. But, it isn’t strictly limited to that – in DBpro, you can create your own functions. The whole point of DBpro is to create 3D games.

We’re not the only ones creating a game in DB Pro. There’s a lot of other people (tons) making their own homebrew games. Even, in Germany and Thailand have professional studios that use DB (possibly even in Korea).

The birth of ApothicNow. Hopefully we won’t procrastinate and keep this wordpress active. Even if not-so-many people will be reading this (in the beginning) wordpress – other than  relatively close friends we know.

Why is the title, “A Return”? Well. I thought the sudden change in complete idleness of a voiceless studio changing into a more talkative state deserves a.. Poetic sense of mind. Symbolic. Maybe.

There’s been approaches to publicly revealing our homebrewyness. But they all failed miserably. Even if there was only one attempt – one is too many. In a sense, A Return to life. Well, a second try. A return.