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09 4 / 2014
Once upon a time, there was a fierce dragon who roamed the world until he found a mountain that glowed golden in the sunset, and there he dug into the stone and made his lair. He had amassed riches of gold and gems which he stored here, but he found that even with all the precious metals and gleaming stones, his life seemed empty. So he flew toward a nearby castle and captured a young, beautiful princess. Her hair shone like liquid gold, her eyes sparkled like sapphires and starlight, and the dragon thought that she would make a good addition to his hoard. He used his dragon flame to melt gold and silver and fashion a bed, table and chair for the princess, and bars to keep her inside the lair when the dragon was going out to hunt for food or gold.
The princess was a bit miffed that the dragon had abducted her without so much as a by-your-leave. In fact, if the dragon had asked her, she would probably have agreed to accompany him. Life in the castle was terribly boring for a princess after all, and then there were all those princes that she was to choose a husband from. It was rather tedious, all told. So when the dragon came to take her away, she was willing to follow, if the dragon had given her a chance.
After her initial resentment, the princess found out that the dragon was a rather good storyteller. He had lived so long and experienced so much, and the princess felt as if the whole world was laid open for her in the dragon’s tales.
The dragon, in turn, and although he was still enchanted by the beauty of the princess, was even more delighted to find that the she had a sharp mind, a keen curiosity, and a laugh that was brighter than any pearl, a laugh he wanted to hear again and again.
So, even though the princess was still behind the gold bars when the dragon was out, and even though the dragon was still as fierce as ever and fire-breathing to boot, the two had struck up an unlikely yet firm friendship.
Meanwhile, word that the princess had been taken by the dragon reached the kingdoms far and wide, and the sons (and daughters) of many a king and queen went to slay the dragon and free the princess. Some of these sons (and daughters) returned empty-handed, some with riches, some with tales of strange new worlds. Some never returned to their homes, having found adventure, fortune, or love elsewhere.
One day, however, a young, proud knight rode towards the dragon’s lair on a white steed. His armour was gleaming in the afternoon light, his sword was sharp, his saddle of the finest leather, and his horse of incredibly prestigious pedigree. He himself wasn’t anyone special – not the youngest of three sons, two of which had already tried and failed the task; not the long-lost prince who had been living as a goatherd; not the one true love of the princess who was in the dragon’s clutches. This knight was quite simply a knight who slew dragons. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it: Kill dragon, free princess, marry said princess and get half the kingdom, or at least get a sizeable reward, some of which would go towards the upkeep of his half-brother the goatherd. And so it was with the assuredness of one well-suited to the task at hand that the knight rode toward the dragon’s lair.
03 4 / 2014
The creator of 1024, a clone of Threes! is incredibly sexist:
Jason explained that the reason 1024 not only borrows the design of Threes but the game’s visuals, as well, is because he wanted to make the game “fast.” His work on 1024 led him to create Monster Grow!, a conceptually similar game for “kids and girls” with a new look and without any of the math. The numbers turned some players off.
Lumping girls and kids together is bad enough, but then saying neither can do basic math is disgusting.
31 3 / 2014
But I basically see my job as it was laid down all those years ago—the molding of a responsible black man. That was my parents mission, and it was dutifully enforced by my Pops. I think back on it now, and would say that between the ages of eight and seventeen, I really didn’t like my Dad much. I respected the hell out of him. Loved the hell of out him. Thought he was the most honorable, most fair man I’d ever known. I was also intensely afraid (well into my 20s) that I would not live up to his example. But like him? No, I didn’t much like him. If you asked him, I think he’d say that this was done by design. His guiding emotion was a fear that one of his seven kids would end up in jail, get killed over some dumb-shit, or be out on the corner. Childhood, in my house at least, wasn’t a respite before the real work of adulthood, it was practice for adulthood.
It’s a little sad, because I see me and my son entering into that same place. I think he may like me more than I liked my Dad. But I won’t be to him, what his mother is to him. That isn’t our relationship. We have another eight years together. There’s a lot to learn, and some unavoidable portion of it will hurt. What gives me some hope is that I’ve retained my respect for my Dad, I like him a great deal now. He’s one of my best friends, and my ultimate mentor. God willing, me and the boy will get to that same place."
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