Moe Lane's Blog, page 564
April 24, 2022
‘Wellerman.’
I actually like this song even when it’s not an earworm.
So, Ubisoft’s in trouble.
It’s not just that somebody’s trying to buy Ubisoft…
The publisher behind Assassin’s Creed, Far Cry, and Just Dance could be the next major acquisition in the world of video games. Reports by Bloomberg and Kotaku have suggested that there are several private equity firms circling the company.
…it’s why somebody’s trying to buy Ubisoft.
Those who’ve followed Ubisoft for more than a few years will remember that the company famously staved off a hostile takeover from Vivendi back in 2018. Since then, the 35-year-old publisher has suffered from a wave of departures from senior staff and the already mentioned production troubles with some of its biggest upcoming titles.
Not gonna lie: Ubisoft for me crested with Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag. Syndicate was fun, yet also just a little too ridiculous. The Egyptian one didn’t do it for me at all. And its other games? …Meh? And I just couldn’t get into Far Cry at all. It seemed just contrived.
I know, I know: video games. But still. It doesn’t really surprise me that other companies are maybe smelling a little weakness from Ubisoft. I’m smelling it myself.
#commissionearned
04/24/2020 Snippet, MOUTHY.
Almost done with this one: need to finish the ending, then go in and add a couple of scenes. This one will be clocking out at about a bit under 5K words, by the way. Not a novella.
Patreon!The prospect didn’t work out. I expected that it wouldn’t, but it was nice to pretend for a while. And I don’t know what I’m going to do. It’s like a dam’s broken and the mouthies have flooded in: I see them on the streets, every day. I see them inside the stores, strutting about like they’re the normal ones, not monsters. There are fewer people around, every day — and the ones I do see have nervous eyes. Like they can see the future, and we’re not in it.
And there’s the kids. Everything we did to fight the Plague, all of the restrictions, all of the scourings and cleansings, we did it for the kids. To keep them safe. But whatever it is that makes mouthies what they are, it’s ripping through the schools like nothing. I almost gave myself away yesterday: I saw a horde of child-mouthies boiling out of their classrooms, screeching and howling as they ran to mouthy-parents. I had to hide until I could control my reactions.
At least the kids won’t remember what life was like, before the Plague. Won’t remember what it was like to be anything else except a monster. That’s something, at least.
I don’t know if it worked, though: I keep feeling eyes on me as I go on my rounds. I think they’re looking for me. Me, and all the others who know what’s going on. If there’s anybody left besides me who does know. I guess I can understand why: if the mouthies have finally taken over, they have the time now to tidy up. We must disgust them! They certainly disgust me.
Tweet of the Day, I Must Do Something With The Missouri Cheese Caves edition.
This amuses.
Just American things
— Rene is unpacking (@Renethegoblin) April 23, 2022pic.twitter.com/nPGVJBpeIp
Via @tomabella.
Patreon Microfiction: Pottery Temple Rules.
Seriously, it is such a hassle. But the Pottery Temple Rule is, of course: You broke it, you redeem it. Simple as that.
Patreon!April 23, 2022
The Unclocked. [Timewatch]
Not the best day for schedules, I’m afraid. Long story, not relevant. Got this done, at least.
The-Unclocked-TimeWatch-Google-DocsDownloadBook of the Week: A Thing of the Past: Herbert the Dinosaur, Book One.
First written in 1953 by John Russell Fearn, A Thing of the Past: Herbert the Dinosaur, Book One dates from that magical time when an author could have his square-jawed hero casually rappel down into an ice cave where the center of the Earth should be, offhandedly retrieve a rime-encased egg* from a glacier, and bring it back home to hatch it. Which admittedly I could do now: but one of my beta readers would likely ask me, Did he have a permit for that? …No. No, I guess my own hypothetical hero would not.
There’s envy in my heart over Fearn’s freedom, is what I guess I’m saying. I’m not proud of it, but there is.
*Guess what kind of egg it is! Go ahead. Guess.
April 22, 2022
Well, that was a week.
And thank goodness for the weekend. Surveys for TINSEL RAIN are out; check your email if you backed (and check the store if you didn’t). I’m going to be spending tomorrow and Sunday working on a minor project while I’m waiting for new chapters to check; nothing very dramatic, but I want to take more advantage of Kindle Vella. Every little bit helps, after all.
