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If I were a nicheling, I would be a platypus, because I have a beak for a mouth. With lean body. I am not that thin, but I am kind of fast, and my friends used to call me matchstick on parties before. Maybe heat body... Brown mane and eyes with normal eyesight Normal hind legs swimming tail, because no other tail fits me. Nimble fingers/ wings. It depends. I get distracted easily, so its as if I was in the clouds, but I like to write, so that could mean nimble fingers. Big ears. I listen to waaaay to many things for my own good, An I am at home in hot areas. Antenna. I am a pacifist, and I often see things coming that my friends dont notice. MAXIMUM FERTILITY!!! I think, maybe. Maybe not. And everything else healthy. After reading this I realized, I really have 0 strength. Well, I prefer my current form anyways, but the feathers sometimes get in the way.3 points
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Moss brown fur with beige stripes Blue eyes Beige antlers/claws Big Body Claw + Runner Leg Purr Snout Big Ears3 points
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Volume 1 - Adam/Continue Adam and Eve may have been aging fairly quickly, but they didn't give up and were ready to explore this vast, new island. The family settled at a spot where they could easily collect berries, while Barry agreed to go explore. Nil, Eve's only daughter, appeared to have trouble fitting in to her new environment. After all, she was born on the last island and taken to the newest one when she was only a wee kit. Eve reassured her that traveling was just part of life, and she'll find her role in this savage world one day. Tanukir, Eve's youngest son, quickly caught up with Barry after his departure to assist him on his journey of finding more creatures. All seemed to be well among the family. The children were getting along great, Adam and Eve agreed to have another kit, and-- Is that a goddamn blue bird. Eve, get your gun. Ignoring the bird, Eve gave birth to a new kit the next day. Sadly, she died as her kit was being born and left Adam & Nil to take care of them. The new kit was a girl, and Adam named her Velvet for her dark-red fur. Volume One - Adam/End Volume Two - Velvet Adam died of old age the following day, which left Velvet in Nil's care. She did her best to ward the blue bird away from her new sister, and actually did well to her surprise. Velvet soon got old enough to avoid the blue bird, so she and Nil decided to go find Tanukir and Berry. All seemed well until... Thivid08, we're on a search party. Not now! Back to Tanukir and Barry, they weren't having luck on finding some new wanderers. If there were any, they didn't seem to be interested in the two. Then, Barry discovered a tree stump, and called out to all available creatures in their area. No luck. He called out again. Still no luck. He was about to give up, until he called out one more time and attracted a female! "...She's better than nothing, I guess." Tanukir said to himself. Her name was Meana, and she was very sweet. Sweet enough to be a potential mate for Barry. TBA!3 points
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Because it did and it's a common misspelling anyway. lol! This needs to become an official Niche Meme (we need more of those!)3 points
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If you were a nicheling, what would you look like and why? What are your genes? And what is your name or generated name? Post pics if you have the ideal creature that looks like you!2 points
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Me: Oh, I wanna draw [insert somebody's name here]! *starts to make out the face. all seems to be well, except...* Damn! The right eye is too big! *erases right eye and makes it smaller so it compares to the left eye* wait... that smile with the new eye makes him look drunk. *erases smile and fixes it so he's frowning* now he just looks mad. *erases and tries to make a smile again... casually fails and makes him look drunk again* GAHHHHHHHHHHH *erases mouth and throws sketchbook out of window*2 points
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Recently medicine cat created the pretty awesome warrior cats challenge with random generators: Now I have been thinking beaks and wings aren't really "immersive" warrior cats genes... and ram horns probably as well. This would make the challenge a lot harder and I am not sure if I would want to stick to it too stricktly (it is probably just an excuse for me to banish all those bird Nichelings because I don't like the look of them) but what genes do you think should not be part of a warrior clan? I propose cats with beak, platybus bill, wings, webbed paws and fishing tail(this one is optional) should be banished, if I think about it maybe even cracker jaw and horns as well with spiky body but I love my spiky body >.< ^^ What do you guys think?2 points
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This was around the time I began experimenting with fiction that was a little more serious, a little more searching of different kinds of settings and people. As a result, though there isn't any violence here, there is some darkness. Abuse exists in the story's setting, but is never described in the story. I wouldn't say this is a story I'm proud of; it doesn't feel to me like it had 'magic'. But it is a small landmark in my writing, so I like to remember it now and again. This was in response to the prompt: "You are an assassin. A little girl has just come up to you, handed you all her pocket money and asked you to kill her abusive relative." Ripped Off “Kid . . . how did you find me?” She looked up at me, eyes wide and intent, never once lowering the fistful of bills. She wore a blue dress and sandals with Miss Piggy printed on them. A seashell hung on a thong around her neck. She had a black eye, and bruises on her neck and arms. On one shoulder I could read the shape of a belt buckle in the bruising. She couldn’t have been more than twelve. “My dad has a book of names. Your name was circled AND underlined under ‘cleaner.’ ” “You didn’t locate me with just a name.” “Welllll . . . there was another name that said ‘finder.’ She was good at finding you.” I put a hand over my face. Marigold would take an assignment from anybody. This kid would be dog meat when her dad got the bill. “And how do you know I don’t wash windows?” “That book doesn’t have regular people in it. And the people who clean evidence are under ‘sanitizer.’ ” My eyes narrowed. This kid’s father was nobody respectable, that much was obvious. Her description of this book made that apparent, as did her black eye and bruised arms. I brushed blonde locks behind her ear to see her more clearly. “Did he do this to you?” “It used to be mommy he hit. But a couple years ago he hit her too much. She tried to take me away after she got out of the hospital, but the judge said she’s too drunk to raise me.” I saw the tension knot around her jaw. She was angry, this one. “She wouldn’t be drinking if she wasn’t hit all the time. She wouldn’t have been in the accident.” My heart sank. The threads were coming together and weaving an ugly picture. I already knew I was going to take this job. Her fistful of money – maybe two hundred bucks at the outside – had dropped a little as bad memories furrowed her brow. But she was resolute, and she looked back up, shoving the bills in my face again. “I’ve saved this since I was little! All my birthday cards, ever!” I kneeled down to look her in the eyes. “Look, pumpkin. I don’t want your money. It doesn’t spend with me.” She shouted at me in her dismay. “But I need you to–!” I grabbed the collar of her dress, pulling her closer, my free hand covering her mouth. She stared at me with wide blue eyes, and I relaxed. She understood her mistake. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. “I need you to kill him. Without mommy around, he’s hitting me more. I’m not as big. One day I’m gonna get the kinda hurt that doesn’t go away.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.” I looked at her necklace, and almost immediately, she covered it with both hands. “That’s important to you, is it?” “Mommy gave it to me.” “Well, it’s my price. Give me the shell, and I’ll do it.” The money didn’t mean much to her, she didn’t understand it well enough. But that necklace was part of someone she loved. She lifted the string over her head, and she held the shell out for me in trembling hands. “This is what killing is, kid. You lose something precious from the inside when you do it. You might not be shedding the blood–” I plucked the shell from her fingers. “–but you’ve killed today, and this is what it feels like. Now, are you going to be safe if you go home for a couple days?” “I think so.” Her eyes were still locked on the seashell. I pulled the thong up over my head, letting it settle over my chest. One day I would return it to her, but not until she knew the weight of a human life. “Go home. Keep your head down. Do not defy him before it’s done. And for god’s sake, keep that money out of sight.” “Okay. Okay! Thank you mister Black!” “My name’s not really . . . you’re welcome.” I watched her run off. Then I took the shell off my neck and looked at it. Was I asking for my pay in children’s trinkets, now? It was no trinket to her, though. I dug into by briefcase, found a spare shirt, and carefully wrapped the shell. She would never forgive me if I broke it. I didn’t know why I was helping her, but almost from the beginning, I knew that I would. I also knew that she was going to be alone, soon. If she didn’t want to become a monster, she’d need help finding her way out of the darkness. And it would have to be someone who knew the darkness. Just what was I getting myself into?2 points
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Yes, I unlocked the gene, but I don't want to fly to Home Island just yet2 points
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Do you have mind reading powers?!?! I was just about to write the exact same topic!2 points
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Probably: -- white fur (I am one of the palest people you might ever meet... which is hilarous, because my mother is quite dark.) -- at least one black pattern/horn gene. (+ one red ) -- Big Body (tall) -- I suck at running, but make up for it in endurance, have a mild fine motor disability and can't control my strenght at times... bearyena+ runner leg? -- Stripes. Somehow unsually good at hiding. -- Big ears. Though my ears are small, I hear too much for comfort. -- fully infertile. (Asexual here) -- fluffy tail. The cold feels amazing. No idea on the head. I supposedly have unusually strong teeth. And a death stare. Bearyena snout? Poison fangs?2 points
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i’d be: - poison fangs - yellow fur - gold or brown stripes - normal tail - blue eyes - bearyena claw and nimble fingers - normal body - normal ears - antlers2 points
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I would probably be: Big nose One normal paw and one velvet paw Antenna Stinky tail Brown fur color and red-brown mask Blue eyes Normal hindlegs Bearyena ears Lean body I may draw some people as their nichlings2 points
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My Priorities: 0.) Listen to what the players want most 1.) Better replayability, due to a progression system, item unlocks, different game modes with harder difficulty or user generated content. 2.) More challenges and worlds where you need to use your skills as drone engineer in many different ways. (Asteroid minefields, Bossfights, drone vs. drone battles, abandoned space stations, labyrinths for autonomous drone exploration, etc...) 3.) Better usability for the drone workshop, better tools and better customization options for the different drone parts, especially sensors.2 points
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Well if I could choose how I'd look it be like that: sabre fangs white fur golden mask stinky tail blue eyes one runner leg one claw big body normal ears Good eyesight Good health2 points
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The story is going awsome ^^. Also, were you able to unlock the wing gene when you invited your eve into the tribe????2 points
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I think almost all points are on our internal roadmap as well 1. We haven't announced or finally decided on what we're working next, but it's on our roadmap to improve, maybe even revamp the single-player experience completely (aka campaign). So while I can't say what it will be, this is definitely something we will work in in the future. 2. I think you mean that you can adjust many many different details for every drone-part? I'm not sure if that is technically feasible with the system we have now, and maybe it makes compatibility with old drones tricky (workshop). Maybe it's something which would be possible with modding, but there are no plans yet for that. 3. More sensors, better settings, more logic... that's something we would like to improve as well Personally I think that we have to fix the 1st issue first and then improve the other aspects, but there's nothing decided or announced yet depending next updates. I hope I got that correct ^^2 points
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I'm going to start with my least embarrassing sandbox tribe (even though it's still pretty embarrassing!). They are getting ready for a jungle gate adventure Just look at those foreboding bones...doesn't help that there are only 5 port tiles. >:c And here's this wayward, outcast pair that idk why they are still in my tribe. oH a cHiLd o_O Wanderers Everywhere! (I released so many tribe members ;-;) Yeah, you dirty Rogue. Go drown yourself!! *hello darkness my old friendddddd....* QmQ Oh look, who's that? OH HE HAS A SCORPION TAIL YESS AND HIS FERTILITY DOESN"T SUCKKK!!!! Plz get in my life Mr. Dapper (It is a tradition to name all C Pattern Mask Derpsnout Males "Dapper." Doesn't he look like a narcissist tho?) I decided to release my little outcast fam. Here they are, communing with a sickly one-winged child that I bred and then released. Just Look at him tho. He is thanking StarClan that he's no longer a part of my stupid and pathetic tribe Oh look a son!!! With BEAK!!! And STINKY TAIL YUSSSS crap. he's blind. WHy That's it 4 now2 points
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I think this would be as simple as adding a few settings for it. I'd suggest a set of: General movement (current behavior) Along the sensor's long axis One direction along the sensor's long axis. (Add a helpful arrow)2 points
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So buying through Humblebundle invalidates part of the review...? I already despise Steam, so I am unsure if I can loathe them to any higher degree. I believe not. Edit: I hope I did not make it sound like we are too much of a sect... « Did » because this review is final and set in stone until Steam is brought down by anarchists. Which might happen soon if all goes well.2 points
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I'd like to see events cease to propagate without a connection. Right now, it is very hard to determine when a sub drone is detached, and should try to move. (Not everything should be immediately decoupled. ) We have a wireless transmitter, and losing a signal from a decoupling is valuable information.1 point
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Dear drone engineers The Steam autumn sale has begun! This is the first ever sale Nimbatus is participating in, with a -20% discount So if you don't owe the game yet or want to gift it to someone, now is a good time! We are also organizing a 24 hour long stream on our Steam page, featuring both our team and Twitch streamers ^^ So come stop by ----> Nimbatus on Steam1 point
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Expression City Lights, by Kleg. (DeviantArt) I picked up speed down the gentle incline, leaning into the wind as the skateboard carried me faster and faster. At his hour there were few pedestrians out, and I slalomed back and forth, weaving past them. A shout, a curse, a whimpery gasp of fear as I whipped by pedestrians. I ignored them. My hair streamed in the wind. The air tasted like freedom. And my mastery over the board under my feet, the hard-won affinity for this extension of my body, that tasted even better. Then I was there. I pivoted my board and slid until I reached a full stop. I kicked the nose up and lifted it, slipped it through the cargo netting on my pack. My other hand raised the camera from my hip, holding it before me. I took a moment and absorbed my surroundings. Behind me, cars whizzed up and down the overpass. The sun was setting, and I stood in the single place from which I could see the entire city. From this angle, I could see fragments of the city beyond and around every high-rise and office building. Headlights crawled up and down the roads, and the building lights shone, turning on and off. There was not a single cloud, and the wind off the mountain had swept away the smog, leaving only a faint halo around each bright city light. I was not going to get a better shot. I pulled the lever to advance the film and put the viewfinder to my eye. I adjusted the zoom and the focus, found my frame, and exhaled, steadying myself, then snapped the shot. Modern cameras made this too easy. I preferred the knowledge and experience that real photography required. “What are you shooting?” A male voice, with that particular tone that said he was looking to make more than friends. “Pictures.” I adjusted the aperture settings and clicked on long-exposure mode, and set the camera on the rail to steady it, holding it perfectly still. I focused on an intersection, waiting for the light to change, then clicked the shutter open. This intersection had an intricate traffic pattern. The long exposure would reveal it to a glance, show the complicated– “Pictures of what? The city’s ugly and smoky, it stinks. If you went up to the mountains–” “If I wanted pictures of animals, I would have taken a picture of you.” A moment of stunned silence, but no footsteps. I turned camera in my hands, and took a picture of the boy’s face. Short dirty blond hair. Blue eyes. Freckles. Cute, but not handsome. Baby-faced, but older than he looked. “Look, sorry. That was rude. But don’t tell me how to do self-expression.” “Yeah . . . that’s fair. I’ll accept your apology if you accept mine. I’m sorry.” He sounded so sincere in his apology that I took pity. “Deal. I’m Sarah. And yes, I’m shooting the city. The lights, the traffic, the busy-ness. It’s like a hive, self-organizing and busy. This is the first day in the three weeks since I’ve found this place, that there hasn’t been fog or smog or rain.” “You’re serious about this. My name’s Brian. Think I can see some of your photos sometime?” “Look, Brian. I’m not in the market for a man to make me feel whole. I don’t need you.” I waited for the moment it took him to begin wrestling with that. It was all painted on his face. His features were mobile and expressive, showing everything he was thinking without guile. I could see his mind begin to gain traction on how to respond to more rudeness when I interrupted his train of thought. “But I don’t mind hanging out. A bunch of people get together at the library and share photos sometimes. Nine o’clock on Sundays, Central Library. But I am not–” I poked his chest. “–your girlfriend, and this is not–” I jabbed him again. “–a date. Are we clear?” He smiled and spread his hands. “You saw right through me. But I can be friends. I’m really interested in seeing your photos.” He had that tone in his voice. He was talking about friendship, but he still thought he would convince me to go out with him. I lifted my camera, taking another picture of him, and dropped my skateboard, kicking into motion. I did not bother saying goodbye; I would see him Sunday, or I would not. Later that night, bathed in the red light of my darkroom, I looked over the photos I had taken of him. I held the two up, side-by-side, considering the range of expression in his features, and how his eyes stood out even in a black-and-white photo. I remembered how clearly his features expressed every thought and feeling that seemed to enter his mind. The first photo showed him responding to my insult, shocked, and the second showed him just as his mind retook the idea that he might have a chance with me. Then I remembered that I would probably see him at the library on Sunday, and was surprised to find nervous butterflies in my stomach. Dammit, I thought to myself. He might be right.1 point
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how tf are you able to animate in MS Paint this is outrageous aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Also sorry if it's not Microsoft Paint1 point
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God, please make them bludgeoning, that screenshot was hilarious and we all want more. We want absolute sadism in the traps. Here is some inspiration:1 point
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Please do remember to make the racing obstacles as lethal and bludgeoning as possible. Also, thanks for the screen shake effect!1 point
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Winged eve! now that is some luck. I have the feeling that the bluebird transformed into eve to have her way with adam.1 point
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breed bread🍞 From now on, that's the only allowed way of spelling it!1 point
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niche must have the ability to scare small children you don't know how long we've been needing this in the game1 point
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Maybe each upgrade could have a “mod slot”. Basically, all upgrades would be slightly nerfed from what they are at now, except there would be “upgrade mods” as well, so that overall the weapons could be equally as powerful and far more customizable. Each upgrade could have 1 mod attached. There would be some basic mods such as “plus 10% effect” and “minus 10% effect” (also available in 5% variants, which are purchased first), and there would be some more specific mods such as the laser spread one. (The plus/minus effect mods would amplify whatever effect the upgrade that the mod is attached to changes) I’m not sure how the mods would work with things that only work in multiples of 100%, such as bullet count. They would probably be incompatible with them, or maybe they are just rounded up, but that would make a +100% upgrade with a +5% mod be equal to a +200% upgrade, which would be broken.1 point
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please yes, make it separate because i don't want a rogue male to live longer, or any wanderer in general.1 point
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I wouldn't be fully opposed to a momentary invulnerability that also completely disabled you. Blindness is too much. Blackness on a screen is like silence on radio - you just can't have it. I also, though, think i would prefer specifically tailored shields to specific damage types; blast shields that nullify AOE is a good one. Collision shields that collide with terrain, objects, and enemies (as long as it doesn't transmit the full impact to the shield generator on your ship, ouch,) might be nice, too.1 point
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The behavior of springs; two paired blocks maintaining a certain distance with a stiffness to the connection that can be configured - is a good starting point to this. Make the distance between the two blocks a variable controlled by inputs.1 point