Luc Bernard

Blog has moved

2010-10-20T23:42:00.001-07:00

Changing Blog

2010-10-17T21:35:00.000-07:00

I will soon be closing this blog down in the next week.

I will be moving here.

http://lucbernard.tumblr.com/

2010-10-14T22:51:00.000-07:00

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.

Hans Christian Andersen

Gun pointed at me

2010-10-10T15:40:00.001-07:00

So going to do this blog post short.

Basically well if you're english with long hair don't walk around DC.

Today I had a gun pointed at me, where well I had to give up my stuff or get shot and that was at 2pm in the afternoon.

At least I'm alive. But no more phone lol.

Recent Book Bought

2010-10-09T23:31:00.001-07:00

Unlock all Levels in Mecho Wars

2010-10-09T14:51:00.000-07:00

Unlock all levels in single player: From the main menu: - select "Extras" - select "About Game" The border of the screen acts as UP, DOWN, LEFT, and RIGHT inputs. For example, to input "UP", touch the top/center-horizontal of the screen. To input "RIGHT", touch the right/center-vertical of the screen. UP, DOWN, UP, DOWN, LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT, RIGHT A chime will play on successful entry of the cheat code. Go back to the single player menu and select any stage.

hans christian andersen

2010-10-08T23:39:00.001-07:00

2010-10-08T23:31:00.001-07:00

Mecho Wars PC/Mac coming before the end of the year

2010-10-07T11:16:00.000-07:00

I think the title says it all.

Also with online multplayer of course.

This is the email's I get from my programmer.

2010-10-03T18:14:00.001-07:00

Actually, you aren't like Tommy Wisseu, you are more like Russell Brand. Actually maybe you are somewhere in the middle.. :)

VvW the first screens to come soon

2010-10-02T22:20:00.000-07:00

http://oyajigames.com/

Vampires vs Werewolves. The bounty hunter.

2010-09-29T18:51:00.000-07:00

So as some know I've been working on the spiritual succesor to Mecho Wars which is set in a entierly different world. I think one of my problems with Mecho Wars is that there were no boss fights and maybe the maps were too easy. While with this title Vampires vs Werewolves, I hope to bring something different to turn based strategies, mainly boss fights.

I felt like in Mecho Wars the story was too light, which I am also hoping to change with this and have cutscenes too. And a more interesting cast.

Oh yeah there will be online as usual from the first release and if it does well we might release more episodes.

Most people would think that since it's vampires and werewolves it will be a pretty boring world, but no I am making sure of making it very deep and different so it stands out from anything that has been done before.

Also it is one of the first games done in Prime with Mecho Tales and Reaper, so we will have the game running for release on PC/Mac/PSP/iPhone.

Vampire Werewolves and Mecho Tales

2010-09-16T04:45:00.000-07:00

Currently we are trying to get 2 games out before the end of the year.

A vampire/werewolf turn based strategy game (in the same genre as Mecho Wars), and Mecho Tales.
The first we are trying to get a November release date, while the second December.

Platforms planned for both games are PC/Mac/PSP/iPhone.

The only thing I leave you with until I officially announce that game is one of the Werewolf units.

Mecho Wars HD backgrounds

2010-08-19T20:06:00.000-07:00

Before

After

Mecho Wars transition to HD

2010-08-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

Been thinking about a HD version for months. One for PC and other platforms maybe.

I would say RIP, but I'm a atheist

2010-08-16T05:36:00.000-07:00

Things have just been really downhill since her death.

The most annoying thing is maybe now I have no one to really talk to.

Mecho Tales PSPMinis new article

2010-08-05T23:17:00.000-07:00

http://www.pspminis.com/3484/exclusive-screens-mecho-tales/

IGN PSP Reaper

2010-07-08T19:00:00.000-07:00

http://psp.ign.com/articles/110/1104780p1.html

I am thinking of changing this blog

2010-06-08T22:34:00.000-07:00

I've used blogger for a few years now, but I'm thinking of deleting it and using something else, maybe like tumblr. It's just blogger is kind of ugly and my design is one of the most hideous things that exists.

Also I'm not as motivated to write much anymore.

Reaper

2010-05-29T04:35:00.000-07:00

http://kotaku.com/5547254/mecho-wars-creator-goes-hd-with-reaper/gallery/

Incase some people missed it.

Mecho Wars soundtrack

2010-05-03T13:05:00.000-07:00

I know it's coming, when I don't know yet, that's up to Sean Beeson and the record label for those things.

But here are the covers for the album.

Loads Of SteamPirates screens

2010-04-30T15:08:00.000-07:00

Is my blog even readable? with the black background and fonts

2010-04-29T20:05:00.000-07:00

Goodbye iPhone games :) sorry but now it's time to move on.

Mecho Wars Wii is coming

2010-04-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

SteamPirates last week and Mecho Tales and other things

2010-04-07T22:31:00.000-07:00

Ok so this is the last week of development on SteamPirates, maybe the most stressing hair pulling one, that makes you want to rip apart your eyes and smash things. Since you need to check so many small different elements, that it just can drive one insane.

The good thing is it will be finished at last!!! This game has taken wayyyy longer than I expected, let's hope the time spent on it is worth it. At least now I got ahold of ign for reviews and previews and stuff so they will hopefully be reviewing it. For the genre it's in I still don't bloody know myself, I don't think anyone does and that is maybe probably a good thing. But now that I have heard the SFX which are full of meows it just makes me more excited, they are really nice SFX. Talking of those things, also the remixes I have heard are equally great. I know a Mecho Wars soundtrack will be coming out soon on itunes, etc... etc... and that I hope that a SteamPirates soundtrack does too, I'll talk to the publisher about that, because this soundtrack is truly amazing.

I'm looking forward to moving onto the next projects full time. There is some that aren't reveleaed yet but that should make players go insane :)
http://media.psp.ign.com/media/056/056988/imgs_1.html

There is alot of new exciting things that I can't wait to reveal, but hey in the meantime some images of Mecho Tales, the 4 player platformer that should be out sometime the end of this year.

formspring.me

2010-04-01T05:45:00.001-07:00

Ask me anything http://formspring.me/LucBernard

Facts

2010-03-25T22:23:00.000-07:00

Ok today I turn 24, wohoo or not, I actually don't like aging because that leads towards death, yeah I'm a really positive person. Now well, I thought I was going insane the past days, because my life just revolves around creating stuff, I don't think it's a choice, I just have to be like that, I can't function otherwise, I honestly don't see any point if you don't create :S maybe that's messed up maybe it isn't.

Anyway, I think today will involve the normal for me, that means thinking about characters, changing story elements or some gameplay things etc... and then maybe calculating future sales, yeah I know very boring maybe. But it entertains me to a certain point.

I've gotten back into doing more marketing now, I just didn't give a shit about it before the past months. But now I got to get back into it. There is one thing I am not looking forward to is doing the ESRB ratings, damn, so much stuff to fill out. I feel like it's not up to me to do them :S I am going to be cursing at everything while I fill them out.

This year might be a pretty big one, alot of unseen things that no one knows about :) hell I don't even tell the people I work with most of the time what is going on lol.

Talked to Sean Beeson today, might have some new extra things for SteamPirates maybe, and also about the Mecho Tales soundtrack, where he would be going for a epic chiptune and orchestral soundtrack, it might be insane.

Now what goes on in my head, like I mentioned earlier all I do is think about creating things even in bed, that is why I try sleeping pills to help, well sometimes they do sometimes they don't. Doesn't always work that well, I think it's because there is no window in the room that I work in, and I need my window, I also need a road trip I need to experience and have my life be like it was before.

Basically I think also I feel like nothing is accomplished, I'm not that fond of doing tales for the iphone, that is why I'm happy SteamPirates is the last, which should be finished in a week, and then well soon all the games will come out on Wii and PSP. And then well iphone is done now :) no more, maybe ports but not as the main platform.

http://www.palazzoeast.com/ I used to live at this place at one point, damn I keep on looking at it, I really loved it, I want to move back. lol :D

Bam di bam boom, sometimes I wonder why I write blog posts?

Menitia Kardania

2010-03-14T23:23:00.000-07:00

As I spend hours currently calculating taxes, a very boring thing to do, good thing there is calculators online. Well while listening to music again I wonder well what the hell am I doing? Maybe I think too much about little things, such as well the galaxy is infinite but it's nearly hard to wrap around in my head, the whole forever and infinity thing just doesn't work well with my brain.

I also realize that I would really hate my existence if I didn't create, draw and write. I would see no purpose to my existence in a way. But in some ways, well destiny and stuff like that I don't believe in. I'm not even religious also, which sometimes well for some situations can be hard. Now I'll explain why, I was told that someone has only a year left to live and it was someone who I've known all my life. So well I don't know how to deal with that. If i was religious I would believe you know, oh I'll just see them in heaven or something. But I'm not. I didn't say I had anything against religion, I'm just explaining how for someone who doesn't believe, it's hard to cope with things such as death especially when you know it's coming. I honestly still don't know what will happen when that happens, when she passes away. Yes that's the thing tonight I'm honestly wondering how I am going to feel... I have no clue, it nearly scares me, alot I would say probably.

I don't know what to do other than write in this, now the dolphin image is there for a reason :) however only I would know why. This just makes me want to write a story, a small short one.

Mecho Tales

2010-02-19T15:54:00.000-08:00

I thought I would just put some extra info on Mecho Tales here, so that it avoids getting emails.
So like you know PSP minis does not support online or any connectivity, that is why the PSP version will probably be the first one to come out but will not have the multiplayer of the other versions.

The other versions planned will be on 2 other platforms, there is PC and the other one I cannot reveal for the moment. As you can see the game is going to be extra bright so sadly for all the manly macho men gamers out there, there is no brown or big guys fighting off hamsters in space.

The gameplay will be similar to alot of other action titles, like Gunstar Heroes. The screens cannot show the action. Story wise it is a sequel to Mecho Wars with some of the villains returning, so you will be able to fight them in some epic boss fights. At this point I have no idea how many baddies there will be in the game currently there is around 10 but alot more will be done as the game progresses, so there will probably be alot more.

I saw some people have wondered when it's coming out, only thing I can say is when it's ready. Now for multiplayer that will be a big focus in the other versions, since the multiplayer mode and levels will not be the same as single player, it will be like a entirely new game, I believe that co op multiplayer is very important, now that people love playing games like New Super Mario Bros and Castle Crashers. Also so is online play, since some people can be like me a hermit whose best friend is Mr Vodka.

Maybe Mecho Tales is my dream game in a way to be honest, a game I would want to play for hours, that's it also I would admit.

Ranting Rant Rant

2010-02-18T22:38:00.000-08:00

I haven't written on this thing in a long time I would say, maybe because I've been busy on alot on things. Well alot of game design and imagining new characters and worlds, see most people would do sequel on sequel but I tend to get bored with the same world after a while. Maybe the Mecho world is the only one I really like, probably because I imagined it when I was a young child and it's stuck with me for so many years.

SteamPirates we can now see nearly the light at the end of the tunnel (quote stolen from Sean R), I'm still very proud of how Sean made the controls so good, and I will say it another time, yes most iphone devs do fucking shitty controls, that's why I never play on my iPhone, the controls are among the worst on any platform for most games.

Talking of iPhone, recently Ngmoco saying that they are going freemium, well if big publishers cannot sell games at 9.99 anymore, well it's clearly a doomed market, I'm so happy, that we won't be using the iPhone as the main platform anymore.

I may sound like a iphone hater, but I'm not I could never live without mine.

This year is going to be pretty big, with at last games I've worked on appearing on Wiiware and PSP. And hey maybe PS3 who knows :)

Today I got a email that really well surprised me, I must admit some people aren't all that bad.

Did I mention that Mecho Wars got nominated for the GANG Awards? Sean Beeson got Eternity's Child nominated last year, now it's Mecho Wars. Up against games like Gran Turismo and Resistance, now honestly I don't think there is a chance, but it's a honor to be nominated up against those games.

I don't really blog that much anymore, or well do much, I've been living quite a hermit lifestyle the past 6 months, I get like that at times I guess. Maybe it's because I'm in Atlanta, it probably is, it's very well not my kind of city. I've also had a craving for Vodka again, is that a bad thing? I don't think so, I drank alot last year at one point and it never stopped Mecho Wars coming out. I feel like it would help me regain my sanity. Maybe it would, but I've also noticed that I complain more than I say good things, I'm really a grumpy bastard. I will complain often about, actually this video reminds me of how I get alot of the time.

Maybe I'll write something more interesting when I'm not a hermit anymore, and the vodka fueled adventures of Sir Luc Bernard can continue, no I'm not a sir, but that sounded more poshish to put it there, and if you don't agree I'll just kick you in the face.

Celebrate Valentine Death Day

2010-02-14T11:19:00.001-08:00

The first representation of Saint Valentine appeared in the Nuremberg Chronicle, (1493); alongside the woodcut portrait of Valentine the text states that he was a Roman priest martyred during the reign of Claudius II, known as Claudius Gothicus. He was arrested and imprisoned upon being caught marrying Christian couples and otherwise aiding Christians who were at the time being persecuted by Claudius in Rome. Helping Christians at this time was considered a crime. Claudius took a liking to this prisoner -- until Valentinus tried to convert the Emperor -- whereupon this priest was condemned to death. He was beaten with clubs and stoned; when that didn't finish him, he was beheaded outside the Flaminian Gate.

This makes me smile

2010-01-21T17:47:00.001-08:00

This is maybe the reason I do videogames, so I can see stuff like this.

It brings a smile to my face :)

The Little Match Girl

2009-12-24T14:44:00.001-08:00

Hans Christian Andersen is maybe one of my favorate writers.

On a cold New Year’s Eve, a poor girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is freezing badly, but she is afraid to go home because her father will beat her for not selling any matches. She takes shelter in a nook and lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow, she sees several lovely visions including a Christmas tree and a holiday feast. The girl looks skyward, sees a shooting star, and remembers her deceased grandmother saying that such stars mean someone died, and is going into Heaven. As she lights her next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness. She strikes one match after another to keep the vision of her grandmother nearby for as long as she can. The child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the dead child in the nook, with rosy red cheeks and a smile on her face. They express sadness at her death and the burnt-out matches she must have used to warm herself, but they cannot know the wonderful visions she saw in her final moments or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year with her grandmother.

The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen

2009-12-06T01:17:00.000-08:00

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. In the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long, gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells, that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a glittering pearl, which would be fit for the diadem of a queen.

The Sea King had been a widower for many years, and his aged mother kept house for him. She was a very wise woman, and exceedingly proud of her high birth; on that account she wore twelve oysters on her tail; while others, also of high rank, were only allowed to wear six. She was, however, deserving of very great praise, especially for her care of the little sea-princesses, her grand-daughters. They were six beautiful children; but the youngest was the prettiest of them all; her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea; but, like all the others, she had no feet, and her body ended in a fish’s tail. All day long they played in the great halls of the castle, or among the living flowers that grew out of the walls. The large amber windows were open, and the fish swam in, just as the swallows fly into our houses when we open the windows, excepting that the fishes swam up to the princesses, ate out of their hands, and allowed themselves to be stroked. Outside the castle there was a beautiful garden, in which grew bright red and dark blue flowers, and blossoms like flames of fire; the fruit glittered like gold, and the leaves and stems waved to and fro continually. The earth itself was the finest sand, but blue as the flame of burning sulphur. Over everything lay a peculiar blue radiance, as if it were surrounded by the air from above, through which the blue sky shone, instead of the dark depths of the sea. In calm weather the sun could be seen, looking like a purple flower, with the light streaming from the calyx. Each of the young princesses had a little plot of ground in the garden, where she might dig and plant as she pleased. One arranged her flower-bed into the form of a whale; another thought it better to make hers like the figure of a little mermaid; but that of the youngest was round like the sun, and contained flowers as red as his rays at sunset. She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful; and while her sisters would be delighted with the wonderful things which they obtained from the wrecks of vessels, she cared for nothing but her pretty red flowers, like the sun, excepting a beautiful marble statue. It was the representation of a handsome boy, carved out of pure white stone, which had fallen to the bottom of the sea from a wreck. She planted by the statue a rose-colored weeping willow. It grew splendidly, and very soon hung its fresh branches over the statue, almost down to the blue sands. The shadow had a violet tint, and waved to and fro like the branches; it seemed as if the crown of the tree and the root were at play, and trying to kiss each other. Nothing gave her so much pleasure as to hear about the world above the sea. She made her old grandmother tell her all she knew of the ships and of the towns, the people and the animals. To her it seemed most wonderful and beautiful to hear that the flowers of the land should have fragrance, and not those below the sea; that the trees of the forest should be green; and that the fishes among the trees could sing so sweetly, that it was quite a pleasure to hear them. Her grandmother called the little birds fishes, or she would not have understood her; for she had never seen birds.

“When you have reached your fifteenth year,” said the grand-mother, “you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by; and then you will see both forests and towns.”

In the following year, one of the sisters would be fifteen: but as each was a year younger than the other, the youngest would have to wait five years before her turn came to rise up from the bottom of the ocean, and see the earth as we do. However, each promised to tell the others what she saw on her first visit, and what she thought the most beautiful; for their grandmother could not tell them enough; there were so many things on which they wanted information. None of them longed so much for her turn to come as the youngest, she who had the longest time to wait, and who was so quiet and thoughtful. Many nights she stood by the open window, looking up through the dark blue water, and watching the fish as they splashed about with their fins and tails. She could see the moon and stars shining faintly; but through the water they looked larger than they do to our eyes. When something like a black cloud passed between her and them, she knew that it was either a whale swimming over her head, or a ship full of human beings, who never imagined that a pretty little mermaid was standing beneath them, holding out her white hands towards the keel of their ship.

As soon as the eldest was fifteen, she was allowed to rise to the surface of the ocean. When she came back, she had hundreds of things to talk about; but the most beautiful, she said, was to lie in the moonlight, on a sandbank, in the quiet sea, near the coast, and to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples; and because she could not go near to all those wonderful things, she longed for them more than ever. Oh, did not the youngest sister listen eagerly to all these descriptions? and afterwards, when she stood at the open window looking up through the dark blue water, she thought of the great city, with all its bustle and noise, and even fancied she could hear the sound of the church bells, down in the depths of the sea.

In another year the second sister received permission to rise to the surface of the water, and to swim about where she pleased. She rose just as the sun was setting, and this, she said, was the most beautiful sight of all. The whole sky looked like gold, while violet and rose-colored clouds, which she could not describe, floated over her; and, still more rapidly than the clouds, flew a large flock of wild swans towards the setting sun, looking like a long white veil across the sea. She also swam towards the sun; but it sunk into the waves, and the rosy tints faded from the clouds and from the sea.

The third sister’s turn followed; she was the boldest of them all, and she swam up a broad river that emptied itself into the sea. On the banks she saw green hills covered with beautiful vines; palaces and castles peeped out from amid the proud trees of the forest; she heard the birds singing, and the rays of the sun were so powerful that she was obliged often to dive down under the water to cool her burning face. In a narrow creek she found a whole troop of little human children, quite naked, and sporting about in the water; she wanted to play with them, but they fled in a great fright; and then a little black animal came to the water; it was a dog, but she did not know that, for she had never before seen one. This animal barked at her so terribly that she became frightened, and rushed back to the open sea. But she said she should never forget the beautiful forest, the green hills, and the pretty little children who could swim in the water, although they had not fish’s tails.

The fourth sister was more timid; she remained in the midst of the sea, but she said it was quite as beautiful there as nearer the land. She could see for so many miles around her, and the sky above looked like a bell of glass. She had seen the ships, but at such a great distance that they looked like sea-gulls. The dolphins sported in the waves, and the great whales spouted water from their nostrils till it seemed as if a hundred fountains were playing in every direction.

The fifth sister’s birthday occurred in the winter; so when her turn came, she saw what the others had not seen the first time they went up. The sea looked quite green, and large icebergs were floating about, each like a pearl, she said, but larger and loftier than the churches built by men. They were of the most singular shapes, and glittered like diamonds. She had seated herself upon one of the largest, and let the wind play with her long hair, and she remarked that all the ships sailed by rapidly, and steered as far away as they could from the iceberg, as if they were afraid of it. Towards evening, as the sun went down, dark clouds covered the sky, the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed, and the red light glowed on the icebergs as they rocked and tossed on the heaving sea. On all the ships the sails were reefed with fear and trembling, while she sat calmly on the floating iceberg, watching the blue lightning, as it darted its forked flashes into the sea.

When first the sisters had permission to rise to the surface, they were each delighted with the new and beautiful sights they saw; but now, as grown-up girls, they could go when they pleased, and they had become indifferent about it. They wished themselves back again in the water, and after a month had passed they said it was much more beautiful down below, and pleasanter to be at home. Yet often, in the evening hours, the five sisters would twine their arms round each other, and rise to the surface, in a row. They had more beautiful voices than any human being could have; and before the approach of a storm, and when they expected a ship would be lost, they swam before the vessel, and sang sweetly of the delights to be found in the depths of the sea, and begging the sailors not to fear if they sank to the bottom. But the sailors could not understand the song, they took it for the howling of the storm. And these things were never to be beautiful for them; for if the ship sank, the men were drowned, and their dead bodies alone reached the palace of the Sea King.

When the sisters rose, arm-in-arm, through the water in this way, their youngest sister would stand quite alone, looking after them, ready to cry, only that the mermaids have no tears, and therefore they suffer more. “Oh, were I but fifteen years old,” said she: “I know that I shall love the world up there, and all the people who live in it.”

At last she reached her fifteenth year. “Well, now, you are grown up,” said the old dowager, her grandmother; “so you must let me adorn you like your other sisters;” and she placed a wreath of white lilies in her hair, and every flower leaf was half a pearl. Then the old lady ordered eight great oysters to attach themselves to the tail of the princess to show her high rank.

“But they hurt me so,” said the little mermaid.

“Pride must suffer pain,” replied the old lady. Oh, how gladly she would have shaken off all this grandeur, and laid aside the heavy wreath! The red flowers in her own garden would have suited her much better, but she could not help herself: so she said, “Farewell,” and rose as lightly as a bubble to the surface of the water. The sun had just set as she raised her head above the waves; but the clouds were tinted with crimson and gold, and through the glimmering twilight beamed the evening star in all its beauty. The sea was calm, and the air mild and fresh. A large ship, with three masts, lay becalmed on the water, with only one sail set; for not a breeze stiffed, and the sailors sat idle on deck or amongst the rigging. There was music and song on board; and, as darkness came on, a hundred colored lanterns were lighted, as if the flags of all nations waved in the air. The little mermaid swam close to the cabin windows; and now and then, as the waves lifted her up, she could look in through clear glass window-panes, and see a number of well-dressed people within. Among them was a young prince, the most beautiful of all, with large black eyes; he was sixteen years of age, and his birthday was being kept with much rejoicing. The sailors were dancing on deck, but when the prince came out of the cabin, more than a hundred rockets rose in the air, making it as bright as day. The little mermaid was so startled that she dived under water; and when she again stretched out her head, it appeared as if all the stars of heaven were falling around her, she had never seen such fireworks before. Great suns spurted fire about, splendid fireflies flew into the blue air, and everything was reflected in the clear, calm sea beneath. The ship itself was so brightly illuminated that all the people, and even the smallest rope, could be distinctly and plainly seen. And how handsome the young prince looked, as he pressed the hands of all present and smiled at them, while the music resounded through the clear night air.

It was very late; yet the little mermaid could not take her eyes from the ship, or from the beautiful prince. The colored lanterns had been extinguished, no more rockets rose in the air, and the cannon had ceased firing; but the sea became restless, and a moaning, grumbling sound could be heard beneath the waves: still the little mermaid remained by the cabin window, rocking up and down on the water, which enabled her to look in. After a while, the sails were quickly unfurled, and the noble ship continued her passage; but soon the waves rose higher, heavy clouds darkened the sky, and lightning appeared in the distance. A dreadful storm was approaching; once more the sails were reefed, and the great ship pursued her flying course over the raging sea. The waves rose mountains high, as if they would have overtopped the mast; but the ship dived like a swan between them, and then rose again on their lofty, foaming crests. To the little mermaid this appeared pleasant sport; not so to the sailors. At length the ship groaned and creaked; the thick planks gave way under the lashing of the sea as it broke over the deck; the mainmast snapped asunder like a reed; the ship lay over on her side; and the water rushed in. The little mermaid now perceived that the crew were in danger; even she herself was obliged to be careful to avoid the beams and planks of the wreck which lay scattered on the water. At one moment it was so pitch dark that she could not see a single object, but a flash of lightning revealed the whole scene; she could see every one who had been on board excepting the prince; when the ship parted, she had seen him sink into the deep waves, and she was glad, for she thought he would now be with her; and then she remembered that human beings could not live in the water, so that when he got down to her father’s palace he would be quite dead. But he must not die. So she swam about among the beams and planks which strewed the surface of the sea, forgetting that they could crush her to pieces. Then she dived deeply under the dark waters, rising and falling with the waves, till at length she managed to reach the young prince, who was fast losing the power of swimming in that stormy sea. His limbs were failing him, his beautiful eyes were closed, and he would have died had not the little mermaid come to his assistance. She held his head above the water, and let the waves drift them where they would.

In the morning the storm had ceased; but of the ship not a single fragment could be seen. The sun rose up red and glowing from the water, and its beams brought back the hue of health to the prince’s cheeks; but his eyes remained closed. The mermaid kissed his high, smooth forehead, and stroked back his wet hair; he seemed to her like the marble statue in her little garden, and she kissed him again, and wished that he might live. Presently they came in sight of land; she saw lofty blue mountains, on which the white snow rested as if a flock of swans were lying upon them. Near the coast were beautiful green forests, and close by stood a large building, whether a church or a convent she could not tell. Orange and citron trees grew in the garden, and before the door stood lofty palms. The sea here formed a little bay, in which the water was quite still, but very deep; so she swam with the handsome prince to the beach, which was covered with fine, white sand, and there she laid him in the warm sunshine, taking care to raise his head higher than his body. Then bells sounded in the large white building, and a number of young girls came into the garden. The little mermaid swam out farther from the shore and placed herself between some high rocks that rose out of the water; then she covered her head and neck with the foam of the sea so that her little face might not be seen, and watched to see what would become of the poor prince. She did not wait long before she saw a young girl approach the spot where he lay. She seemed frightened at first, but only for a moment; then she fetched a number of people, and the mermaid saw that the prince came to life again, and smiled upon those who stood round him. But to her he sent no smile; he knew not that she had saved him. This made her very unhappy, and when he was led away into the great building, she dived down sorrowfully into the water, and returned to her father’s castle. She had always been silent and thoughtful, and now she was more so than ever. Her sisters asked her what she had seen during her first visit to the surface of the water; but she would tell them nothing. Many an evening and morning did she rise to the place where she had left the prince. She saw the fruits in the garden ripen till they were gathered, the snow on the tops of the mountains melt away; but she never saw the prince, and therefore she returned home, always more sorrowful than before. It was her only comfort to sit in her own little garden, and fling her arm round the beautiful marble statue which was like the prince; but she gave up tending her flowers, and they grew in wild confusion over the paths, twining their long leaves and stems round the branches of the trees, so that the whole place became dark and gloomy. At length she could bear it no longer, and told one of her sisters all about it. Then the others heard the secret, and very soon it became known to two mermaids whose intimate friend happened to know who the prince was. She had also seen the festival on board ship, and she told them where the prince came from, and where his palace stood.

“Come, little sister,” said the other princesses; then they entwined their arms and rose up in a long row to the surface of the water, close by the spot where they knew the prince’s palace stood. It was built of bright yellow shining stone, with long flights of marble steps, one of which reached quite down to the sea. Splendid gilded cupolas rose over the roof, and between the pillars that surrounded the whole building stood life-like statues of marble. Through the clear crystal of the lofty windows could be seen noble rooms, with costly silk curtains and hangings of tapestry; while the walls were covered with beautiful paintings which were a pleasure to look at. In the centre of the largest saloon a fountain threw its sparkling jets high up into the glass cupola of the ceiling, through which the sun shone down upon the water and upon the beautiful plants growing round the basin of the fountain. Now that she knew where he lived, she spent many an evening and many a night on the water near the palace. She would swim much nearer the shore than any of the others ventured to do; indeed once she went quite up the narrow channel under the marble balcony, which threw a broad shadow on the water. Here she would sit and watch the young prince, who thought himself quite alone in the bright moonlight. She saw him many times of an evening sailing in a pleasant boat, with music playing and flags waving. She peeped out from among the green rushes, and if the wind caught her long silvery-white veil, those who saw it believed it to be a swan, spreading out its wings. On many a night, too, when the fishermen, with their torches, were out at sea, she heard them relate so many good things about the doings of the young prince, that she was glad she had saved his life when he had been tossed about half-dead on the waves. And she remembered that his head had rested on her bosom, and how heartily she had kissed him; but he knew nothing of all this, and could not even dream of her. She grew more and more fond of human beings, and wished more and more to be able to wander about with those whose world seemed to be so much larger than her own. They could fly over the sea in ships, and mount the high hills which were far above the clouds; and the lands they possessed, their woods and their fields, stretched far away beyond the reach of her sight. There was so much that she wished to know, and her sisters were unable to answer all her questions. Then she applied to her old grandmother, who knew all about the upper world, which she very rightly called the lands above the sea.

“If human beings are not drowned,” asked the little mermaid, “can they live forever? do they never die as we do here in the sea?”

“Yes,” replied the old lady, “they must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours. We sometimes live to three hundred years, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love. We have not immortal souls, we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more. Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars. As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.”

“Why have not we an immortal soul?” asked the little mermaid mournfully; “I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.”

“You must not think of that,” said the old woman; “we feel ourselves to be much happier and much better off than human beings.”

“So I shall die,” said the little mermaid, “and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun. Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul?”

“No,” said the old woman, “unless a man were to love you so much that you were more to him than his father or mother; and if all his thoughts and all his love were fixed upon you, and the priest placed his right hand in yours, and he promised to be true to you here and hereafter, then his soul would glide into your body and you would obtain a share in the future happiness of mankind. He would give a soul to you and retain his own as well; but this can never happen. Your fish’s tail, which amongst us is considered so beautiful, is thought on earth to be quite ugly; they do not know any better, and they think it necessary to have two stout props, which they call legs, in order to be handsome.”

Then the little mermaid sighed, and looked sorrowfully at her fish’s tail. “Let us be happy,” said the old lady, “and dart and spring about during the three hundred years that we have to live, which is really quite long enough; after that we can rest ourselves all the better. This evening we are going to have a court ball.”

It is one of those splendid sights which we can never see on earth. The walls and the ceiling of the large ball-room were of thick, but transparent crystal. May hundreds of colossal shells, some of a deep red, others of a grass green, stood on each side in rows, with blue fire in them, which lighted up the whole saloon, and shone through the walls, so that the sea was also illuminated. Innumerable fishes, great and small, swam past the crystal walls; on some of them the scales glowed with a purple brilliancy, and on others they shone like silver and gold. Through the halls flowed a broad stream, and in it danced the mermen and the mermaids to the music of their own sweet singing. No one on earth has such a lovely voice as theirs. The little mermaid sang more sweetly than them all. The whole court applauded her with hands and tails; and for a moment her heart felt quite gay, for she knew she had the loveliest voice of any on earth or in the sea. But she soon thought again of the world above her, for she could not forget the charming prince, nor her sorrow that she had not an immortal soul like his; therefore she crept away silently out of her father’s palace, and while everything within was gladness and song, she sat in her own little garden sorrowful and alone. Then she heard the bugle sounding through the water, and thought—“He is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life. I will venture all for him, and to win an immortal soul, while my sisters are dancing in my father’s palace, I will go to the sea witch, of whom I have always been so much afraid, but she can give me counsel and help.”

And then the little mermaid went out from her garden, and took the road to the foaming whirlpools, behind which the sorceress lived. She had never been that way before: neither flowers nor grass grew there; nothing but bare, gray, sandy ground stretched out to the whirlpool, where the water, like foaming mill-wheels, whirled round everything that it seized, and cast it into the fathomless deep. Through the midst of these crushing whirlpools the little mermaid was obliged to pass, to reach the dominions of the sea witch; and also for a long distance the only road lay right across a quantity of warm, bubbling mire, called by the witch her turfmoor. Beyond this stood her house, in the centre of a strange forest, in which all the trees and flowers were polypi, half animals and half plants; they looked like serpents with a hundred heads growing out of the ground. The branches were long slimy arms, with fingers like flexible worms, moving limb after limb from the root to the top. All that could be reached in the sea they seized upon, and held fast, so that it never escaped from their clutches. The little mermaid was so alarmed at what she saw, that she stood still, and her heart beat with fear, and she was very nearly turning back; but she thought of the prince, and of the human soul for which she longed, and her courage returned. She fastened her long flowing hair round her head, so that the polypi might not seize hold of it. She laid her hands together across her bosom, and then she darted forward as a fish shoots through the water, between the supple arms and fingers of the ugly polypi, which were stretched out on each side of her. She saw that each held in its grasp something it had seized with its numerous little arms, as if they were iron bands. The white skeletons of human beings who had perished at sea, and had sunk down into the deep waters, skeletons of land animals, oars, rudders, and chests of ships were lying tightly grasped by their clinging arms; even a little mermaid, whom they had caught and strangled; and this seemed the most shocking of all to the little princess.

She now came to a space of marshy ground in the wood, where large, fat water-snakes were rolling in the mire, and showing their ugly, drab-colored bodies. In the midst of this spot stood a house, built with the bones of shipwrecked human beings. There sat the sea witch, allowing a toad to eat from her mouth, just as people sometimes feed a canary with a piece of sugar. She called the ugly water-snakes her little chickens, and allowed them to crawl all over her bosom.

“I know what you want,” said the sea witch; “it is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. You want to get rid of your fish’s tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like human beings on earth, so that the young prince may fall in love with you, and that you may have an immortal soul.” And then the witch laughed so loud and disgustingly, that the toad and the snakes fell to the ground, and lay there wriggling about. “You are but just in time,” said the witch; “for after sunrise to-morrow I should not be able to help you till the end of another year. I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you.”

“Yes, I will,” said the little princess in a trembling voice, as she thought of the prince and the immortal soul.

“But think again,” said the witch; “for when once your shape has become like a human being, you can no more be a mermaid. You will never return through the water to your sisters, or to your father’s palace again; and if you do not win the love of the prince, so that he is willing to forget his father and mother for your sake, and to love you with his whole soul, and allow the priest to join your hands that you may be man and wife, then you will never have an immortal soul. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves.”

“I will do it,” said the little mermaid, and she became pale as death.

“But I must be paid also,” said the witch, “and it is not a trifle that I ask. You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea, and you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also, but this voice you must give to me; the best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught. My own blood must be mixed with it, that it may be as sharp as a two-edged sword.”

“But if you take away my voice,” said the little mermaid, “what is left for me?”

“Your beautiful form, your graceful walk, and your expressive eyes; surely with these you can enchain a man’s heart. Well, have you lost your courage? Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught.”

“It shall be,” said the little mermaid.

Then the witch placed her cauldron on the fire, to prepare the magic draught.

“Cleanliness is a good thing,” said she, scouring the vessel with snakes, which she had tied together in a large knot; then she pricked herself in the breast, and let the black blood drop into it. The steam that rose formed itself into such horrible shapes that no one could look at them without fear. Every moment the witch threw something else into the vessel, and when it began to boil, the sound was like the weeping of a crocodile. When at last the magic draught was ready, it looked like the clearest water. “There it is for you,” said the witch. Then she cut off the mermaid’s tongue, so that she became dumb, and would never again speak or sing. “If the polypi should seize hold of you as you return through the wood,” said the witch, “throw over them a few drops of the potion, and their fingers will be torn into a thousand pieces.” But the little mermaid had no occasion to do this, for the polypi sprang back in terror when they caught sight of the glittering draught, which shone in her hand like a twinkling star.

So she passed quickly through the wood and the marsh, and between the rushing whirlpools. She saw that in her father’s palace the torches in the ballroom were extinguished, and all within asleep; but she did not venture to go in to them, for now she was dumb and going to leave them forever, she felt as if her heart would break. She stole into the garden, took a flower from the flower-beds of each of her sisters, kissed her hand a thousand times towards the palace, and then rose up through the dark blue waters. The sun had not risen when she came in sight of the prince’s palace, and approached the beautiful marble steps, but the moon shone clear and bright. Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught, and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead. When the sun arose and shone over the sea, she recovered, and felt a sharp pain; but just before her stood the handsome young prince. He fixed his coal-black eyes upon her so earnestly that she cast down her own, and then became aware that her fish’s tail was gone, and that she had as pretty a pair of white legs and tiny feet as any little maiden could have; but she had no clothes, so she wrapped herself in her long, thick hair. The prince asked her who she was, and where she came from, and she looked at him mildly and sorrowfully with her deep blue eyes; but she could not speak. Every step she took was as the witch had said it would be, she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives; but she bore it willingly, and stepped as lightly by the prince’s side as a soap-bubble, so that he and all who saw her wondered at her graceful-swaying movements. She was very soon arrayed in costly robes of silk and muslin, and was the most beautiful creature in the palace; but she was dumb, and could neither speak nor sing.

Beautiful female slaves, dressed in silk and gold, stepped forward and sang before the prince and his royal parents: one sang better than all the others, and the prince clapped his hands and smiled at her. This was great sorrow to the little mermaid; she knew how much more sweetly she herself could sing once, and she thought, “Oh if he could only know that! I have given away my voice forever, to be with him.”

The slaves next performed some pretty fairy-like dances, to the sound of beautiful music. Then the little mermaid raised her lovely white arms, stood on the tips of her toes, and glided over the floor, and danced as no one yet had been able to dance. At each moment her beauty became more revealed, and her expressive eyes appealed more directly to the heart than the songs of the slaves. Every one was enchanted, especially the prince, who called her his little foundling; and she danced again quite readily, to please him, though each time her foot touched the floor it seemed as if she trod on sharp knives.

The prince said she should remain with him always, and she received permission to sleep at his door, on a velvet cushion. He had a page’s dress made for her, that she might accompany him on horseback. They rode together through the sweet-scented woods, where the green boughs touched their shoulders, and the little birds sang among the fresh leaves. She climbed with the prince to the tops of high mountains; and although her tender feet bled so that even her steps were marked, she only laughed, and followed him till they could see the clouds beneath them looking like a flock of birds travelling to distant lands. While at the prince’s palace, and when all the household were asleep, she would go and sit on the broad marble steps; for it eased her burning feet to bathe them in the cold sea-water; and then she thought of all those below in the deep.

Once during the night her sisters came up arm-in-arm, singing sorrowfully, as they floated on the water. She beckoned to them, and then they recognized her, and told her how she had grieved them. After that, they came to the same place every night; and once she saw in the distance her old grandmother, who had not been to the surface of the sea for many years, and the old Sea King, her father, with his crown on his head. They stretched out their hands towards her, but they did not venture so near the land as her sisters did.

As the days passed, she loved the prince more fondly, and he loved her as he would love a little child, but it never came into his head to make her his wife; yet, unless he married her, she could not receive an immortal soul; and, on the morning after his marriage with another, she would dissolve into the foam of the sea.

“Do you not love me the best of them all?” the eyes of the little mermaid seemed to say, when he took her in his arms, and kissed her fair forehead.

“Yes, you are dear to me,” said the prince; “for you have the best heart, and you are the most devoted to me; you are like a young maiden whom I once saw, but whom I shall never meet again. I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple, where several young maidens performed the service. The youngest of them found me on the shore, and saved my life. I saw her but twice, and she is the only one in the world whom I could love; but you are like her, and you have almost driven her image out of my mind. She belongs to the holy temple, and my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her; and we will never part.”

“Ah, he knows not that it was I who saved his life,” thought the little mermaid. “I carried him over the sea to the wood where the temple stands: I sat beneath the foam, and watched till the human beings came to help him. I saw the pretty maiden that he loves better than he loves me;” and the mermaid sighed deeply, but she could not shed tears. “He says the maiden belongs to the holy temple, therefore she will never return to the world. They will meet no more: while I am by his side, and see him every day. I will take care of him, and love him, and give up my life for his sake.”

Very soon it was said that the prince must marry, and that the beautiful daughter of a neighboring king would be his wife, for a fine ship was being fitted out. Although the prince gave out that he merely intended to pay a visit to the king, it was generally supposed that he really went to see his daughter. A great company were to go with him. The little mermaid smiled, and shook her head. She knew the prince’s thoughts better than any of the others.

“I must travel,” he had said to her; “I must see this beautiful princess; my parents desire it; but they will not oblige me to bring her home as my bride. I cannot love her; she is not like the beautiful maiden in the temple, whom you resemble. If I were forced to choose a bride, I would rather choose you, my dumb foundling, with those expressive eyes.” And then he kissed her rosy mouth, played with her long waving hair, and laid his head on her heart, while she dreamed of human happiness and an immortal soul. “You are not afraid of the sea, my dumb child,” said he, as they stood on the deck of the noble ship which was to carry them to the country of the neighboring king. And then he told her of storm and of calm, of strange fishes in the deep beneath them, and of what the divers had seen there; and she smiled at his descriptions, for she knew better than any one what wonders were at the bottom of the sea.

In the moonlight, when all on board were asleep, excepting the man at the helm, who was steering, she sat on the deck, gazing down through the clear water. She thought she could distinguish her father’s castle, and upon it her aged grandmother, with the silver crown on her head, looking through the rushing tide at the keel of the vessel. Then her sisters came up on the waves, and gazed at her mournfully, wringing their white hands. She beckoned to them, and smiled, and wanted to tell them how happy and well off she was; but the cabin-boy approached, and when her sisters dived down he thought it was only the foam of the sea which he saw.

The next morning the ship sailed into the harbor of a beautiful town belonging to the king whom the prince was going to visit. The church bells were ringing, and from the high towers sounded a flourish of trumpets; and soldiers, with flying colors and glittering bayonets, lined the rocks through which they passed. Every day was a festival; balls and entertainments followed one another.

But the princess had not yet appeared. People said that she was being brought up and educated in a religious house, where she was learning every royal virtue. At last she came. Then the little mermaid, who was very anxious to see whether she was really beautiful, was obliged to acknowledge that she had never seen a more perfect vision of beauty. Her skin was delicately fair, and beneath her long dark eye-lashes her laughing blue eyes shone with truth and purity.

“It was you,” said the prince, “who saved my life when I lay dead on the beach,” and he folded his blushing bride in his arms. “Oh, I am too happy,” said he to the little mermaid; “my fondest hopes are all fulfilled. You will rejoice at my happiness; for your devotion to me is great and sincere.”

The little mermaid kissed his hand, and felt as if her heart were already broken. His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea. All the church bells rung, and the heralds rode about the town proclaiming the betrothal. Perfumed oil was burning in costly silver lamps on every altar. The priests waved the censers, while the bride and bridegroom joined their hands and received the blessing of the bishop. The little mermaid, dressed in silk and gold, held up the bride’s train; but her ears heard nothing of the festive music, and her eyes saw not the holy ceremony; she thought of the night of death which was coming to her, and of all she had lost in the world. On the same evening the bride and bridegroom went on board ship; cannons were roaring, flags waving, and in the centre of the ship a costly tent of purple and gold had been erected. It contained elegant couches, for the reception of the bridal pair during the night. The ship, with swelling sails and a favorable wind, glided away smoothly and lightly over the calm sea. When it grew dark a number of colored lamps were lit, and the sailors danced merrily on the deck. The little mermaid could not help thinking of her first rising out of the sea, when she had seen similar festivities and joys; and she joined in the dance, poised herself in the air as a swallow when he pursues his prey, and all present cheered her with wonder. She had never danced so elegantly before. Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart. She knew this was the last evening she should ever see the prince, for whom she had forsaken her kindred and her home; she had given up her beautiful voice, and suffered unheard-of pain daily for him, while he knew nothing of it. This was the last evening that she would breathe the same air with him, or gaze on the starry sky and the deep sea; an eternal night, without a thought or a dream, awaited her: she had no soul and now she could never win one. All was joy and gayety on board ship till long after midnight; she laughed and danced with the rest, while the thoughts of death were in her heart. The prince kissed his beautiful bride, while she played with his raven hair, till they went arm-in-arm to rest in the splendid tent. Then all became still on board the ship; the helmsman, alone awake, stood at the helm. The little mermaid leaned her white arms on the edge of the vessel, and looked towards the east for the first blush of morning, for that first ray of dawn that would bring her death. She saw her sisters rising out of the flood: they were as pale as herself; but their long beautiful hair waved no more in the wind, and had been cut off.

“We have given our hair to the witch,” said they, “to obtain help for you, that you may not die to-night. She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet they will grow together again, and form into a fish’s tail, and you will be once more a mermaid, and return to us to live out your three hundred years before you die and change into the salt sea foam. Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise. Our old grandmother moans so for you, that her white hair is falling off from sorrow, as ours fell under the witch’s scissors. Kill the prince and come back; hasten: do you not see the first red streaks in the sky? In a few minutes the sun will rise, and you must die.” And then they sighed deeply and mournfully, and sank down beneath the waves.

The little mermaid drew back the crimson curtain of the tent, and beheld the fair bride with her head resting on the prince’s breast. She bent down and kissed his fair brow, then looked at the sky on which the rosy dawn grew brighter and brighter; then she glanced at the sharp knife, and again fixed her eyes on the prince, who whispered the name of his bride in his dreams. She was in his thoughts, and the knife trembled in the hand of the little mermaid: then she flung it far away from her into the waves; the water turned red where it fell, and the drops that spurted up looked like blood. She cast one more lingering, half-fainting glance at the prince, and then threw herself from the ship into the sea, and thought her body was dissolving into foam. The sun rose above the waves, and his warm rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid, who did not feel as if she were dying. She saw the bright sun, and all around her floated hundreds of transparent beautiful beings; she could see through them the white sails of the ship, and the red clouds in the sky; their speech was melodious, but too ethereal to be heard by mortal ears, as they were also unseen by mortal eyes. The little mermaid perceived that she had a body like theirs, and that she continued to rise higher and higher out of the foam. “Where am I?” asked she, and her voice sounded ethereal, as the voice of those who were with her; no earthly music could imitate it.

“Among the daughters of the air,” answered one of them. “A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny. But the daughters of the air, although they do not possess an immortal soul, can, by their good deeds, procure one for themselves. We fly to warm countries, and cool the sultry air that destroys mankind with the pestilence. We carry the perfume of the flowers to spread health and restoration. After we have striven for three hundred years to all the good in our power, we receive an immortal soul and take part in the happiness of mankind. You, poor little mermaid, have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing; you have suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit-world by your good deeds; and now, by striving for three hundred years in the same way, you may obtain an immortal soul.”

The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun, and felt them, for the first time, filling with tears. On the ship, in which she had left the prince, there were life and noise; she saw him and his beautiful bride searching for her; sorrowfully they gazed at the pearly foam, as if they knew she had thrown herself into the waves. Unseen she kissed the forehead of her bride, and fanned the prince, and then mounted with the other children of the air to a rosy cloud that floated through the aether.

“After three hundred years, thus shall we float into the kingdom of heaven,” said she. “And we may even get there sooner,” whispered one of her companions. “Unseen we can enter the houses of men, where there are children, and for every day on which we find a good child, who is the joy of his parents and deserves their love, our time of probation is shortened. The child does not know, when we fly through the room, that we smile with joy at his good conduct, for we can count one year less of our three hundred years. But when we see a naughty or a wicked child, we shed tears of sorrow, and for every tear a day is added to our time of trial!”

SteamPirates soundtrack

2009-11-30T18:55:00.000-08:00

So Sean Beeson's soundtrack for SteamPirates is now up on his site.
http://seanbeeson.com/featuredarticles/521-steam-pirates-ost.html
So whoever wants to check one of his best soundtracks since Eternity's Child just click on the link.

2010

2009-11-25T15:33:00.000-08:00

Since we are getting closer to 2010. Here are the status of several projects.

SteamPirates is still aimed for a January 2010 release.

Mecho Wars Wii since it has remade graphics for the Wii (to fit the higher resolution) took longer, so it's not some port of a iphone game. Also ESRB ratings can take up to a month and it hasen't been submitted yet and well then Nintendo testing takes a month too. So expect it to be sent to the ESRB in december and then testing in January, so it should be out Q1 of 2010.

Sorry again for the delays but it's just to have a better product.

What is up with these ads

2009-11-16T15:05:00.000-08:00

I keep on seeing these everywhere, are they trying to say something to me? NO I DONT WANT TO LOOK LIKE ARNOLD, I quite like my unhealthy weird looking self thank you and I don't want to go shirtless and have issues moving because of weird muscles

I'm fucking hyper today I don't know whyyyyy

Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

2009-11-11T17:05:00.001-08:00

Most people must be like WTF he likes Lady Gaga. Well I got to be honest I really like this music video. It's kind of funny that there is a nunchuck in one part. But well she does seem like the next Madonna. I just really like those pvc weird costumes that cover their faces that they are wearing at one moment.

Ana Lenchantin - Blue

2009-11-11T00:54:00.001-08:00

I utterly adore the sounds of the cello.

The Little Mermaid

2009-11-10T23:04:00.001-08:00

I have became recently obsessed with the original story of The Little Mermaid.

It's funny how the disney film is so different, since the original was really dark, imagine every step that she walked it felt like razors were penetrating her skin and then the ending the Prince marries someone else and doesn't love her but she refuses to kill him which could of let her live and not die.

This has had me doing several concept art for maybe what could be a videogame inspired by this story. Maybe, I'm kind of interested in it.

When Luc is drunk this is what he listens to

2009-11-06T23:49:00.001-08:00

Since I'm completly drunk right now and well as most people think being drunk is bad, although I've been completly depressed this week. It's not bad being drunk, Luc actually comes up with more ideas at these moments.

Luc likes his Vodka

2009-11-04T18:32:00.000-08:00

So basically right now I'm getting ready to go to the store to get my vodka, I'm just in the mood to become a drunk again.

So anyway since the people that come here aren't interested in my drinking habits, now we released Mecho Wars Online (the free ad supported version) yesterday and well it has done fairy quite well I would say.

http://kotaku.com/5395883/strategy-game-mecho-wars-goes-online

http://fingergaming.com/2009/11/03/oyaji-games-releases-free-mecho-wars-online-announces-next-project/

But I'm too lazy to type the details on it.

Oh yeah here is a image of a boss from SteamPirates for anyone interested.

The Little Match Girl

2009-11-01T21:15:00.001-08:00

I had a book with images about this story as a child, and I think it deeply influenced me

2009-11-01T01:20:00.000-07:00

I've been trying to think of ideas for the SteamPirates website, hmmmm I want to integrate twitter in it of course and maybe some other neat features

SteamPirates

2009-11-01T00:43:00.000-07:00

this game I seem to be finding some articles out and about when I surf the internet, such as well this one

http://www.pspminis.com/519/steampirates-mini-2010/

they often do forget to mention Fried Green Apps. I'm kind of tired, dressing up as a Luc Bernard for halloween and having a party with imaginary friends can be draining.

iPhone multiplayer test: Mecho Wars

2009-10-30T00:59:00.001-07:00

Bat For Lashes - Moon and Moon

2009-10-30T00:31:00.001-07:00

I became obsessed with this song, and recently as of right now I have been listening to it all night, it's weird the ideas that come out of listening to something such as this.

Mickey Mouse: Runaway Brain

2009-10-29T20:48:00.001-07:00

Probably one of my favorate Mickey Mouse cartoons, it's a shame Disney didn't contiue doing shorts like this

SteamPirates coming to PSP minis

2009-10-29T18:04:00.000-07:00

http://kotaku.com/5390746/mecho-wars-team-working-on-steampirates-for-iphone-psp/gallery/
http://www.pocketgamer.co.uk/r/iPhone/SteamPirates+%28iPhone%29/news.asp?c=16417
Well SteamPirates has alot of referances to previous games I have worked on or that got cancelled, so I guess for people who bought all the previous ones, you will reconise alot of stuff. We also have alot of other titles planned for the minis. But more on that soon, we've still got SteamPirates to finish this year for a Q1 release.

GTA: The Ballad of Gay Tony Trailer - Princess Robot Bubblegum

2009-10-26T16:21:00.001-07:00

Currently admiring my feet

2009-10-19T22:32:00.000-07:00

Because I think my hobo feet are sexy, and if you disagree it's because you have no taste at all.

And yes those are my socks, and yes they are like that because I got attacked by some bears while hiking. But lucky enough they only ate the guide and not me, I was saved.

I know I'm quite a brave person indeed, fighting bears and stuff. I don't know how I do it.

London

2009-10-18T23:17:00.000-07:00

The past months I have been thinking of going back to London. Just because well it was always one of my favorate cities in the entire world.

New York is good for the nightlife, but I feel that I'm over that, getting drunk well I've been there done that, and honestly I managed to do that from a small village in France.

I've been in the USA for a year, I just phoned my mother which I haden't done in a long time. And well USA the american dream I'm over it, I got it. Now it's time to do other things. Probably stay true to my roots.

On the other points, also there was just something about that city that was magical I don't know what it was. But I used to love walking out at night in that city, it was really beautiful, and I'm sorry New York as much as I love you, you're just kinda less attractive, now don't cry or try to commit suicide now, it's ok, you're just well american.

I just really realise this, I mean on our team we have 3 english people (includes me even if my passport says I'm french), one canadian, and americans too but english people outweigh the americans. So it clearly says something.

Now this won't change any of my business in america I would still go back often for a bit to do work here.

I just feel like it's time to go back to where I was really happy. I remember several times thinking about going back, plus I fucking love Regents Park.

Another thing I noticed was well most of the press that reports stuff about our games are based in England. It would be easy to promote our games to just bring them to them directly. I remember the official Nintendo Magazine articles and other stuff all being english ones. Actually every nintendo magazine loved me there, and GAMES TM had to do a whole article about me being drunk which was nice (BASTARDS)

17th October

2009-10-17T22:16:00.000-07:00

So I spent the night tonight well first going to this diner thing, where I realised I couldn't even eat the food after one bite, it was weird since I was like just gazing into the nothingness. It's really cold outside at the moment. I think I like it having the cold wind on my face.

Atlanta is very empty, even more when it's cold.

Bloody freezing to be honest, but it's kind of weird to walk around in empty streets, it's like you're the last person on earth, that is kind of how I feel here in this city. I really want to get back to Europe.

Life is weird kind of, I just tend to think weird things recently, and well I feel kind of emotionally detached from the world right now. Like I just sit down on a bench and just stair into nothingness. Maybe I have been here too long, probably. Yeah I think I have right now I am bloody typing in this like I was talking to someone when I'm just talking to myself LOL.

Reflections

2009-10-17T01:17:00.000-07:00

Ok since thursday I've been rethinking things.

One that people can act really weird at times and completly turn against you. I won't go into details about anything, but I'm very disapointed. It makes you realise we all have in everyone of us a really fucking evil side. I guess that's what makes us human.

I saw Where The Wild Things Are last night and well I must admit that movie did make me more depressed. There is some things that reminded me of my childhood weirdly enough. It makes me want to do more personal stuff, I have been feeling really lonely recently weirdly also.

You know and sometimes just emotionless just sitting out on a bench, just there, it's as like nothing around you exists, sometimes you wish everything was just a figment of your imagination. That is the problem with me, I tend to think real people are a certain way but they are not, like I imagine them different than what they are, that is why I end up disapointed.

I realise my life is a weird one, talking the other day to this recording artist's manager, about how her life was it was weirdly similar to mine. It's kind of weird that we might be collaborating, I wonder how that will end up.

Being a loner is interesting, but at times you do wish there was a special someone. I think my depersonalization is kicking in right now.

It was a weird day today, started up with a big low, then a big high, then lows and up down up down. We might be doing a huge marketing campaign, well someone doing it for us which is neat. I just at this point I am completly lost.

Life is all about the relationships and people you have close to you, it comes down to that, and sometimes I wonder if I have that. hmmm I try not to make this too emo or something like that.

I wish I had someone to talk to properly right now hmmmm :s

Mecho Tales, animation examples

2009-10-02T03:59:00.000-07:00

SteamPirates

2009-09-21T16:29:00.000-07:00

As you saw we announced SteamPirates today, which is not a Oyaji Games game, but a Fried Green Apps one. http://toucharcade.com/2009/09/21/luc-bernards-next-iphone-game-steampirates/
There is the team of Mecho Wars behind it but also new personal, such as Casey Lutz, that is working with Sean on the programming side of things. Sean Beeson has probably done his best soundtrack with this game.

I must admit I really want this to come out on Wiiware too, aswell. Yeah I do have a thing for Wiiware. I just believe that this game is too ambitious for such a small device as the iPhone, people will want to see the graphics and excellent soundtrack on a nice home cinema. There is also tons of references to previous games which is nice, that people will find out while playing. I didn't look after the concept art sadly on this one, just art direction, just so it looks more mainstream or otherwise it would just too weird, especially the human characters. But I have been doing loads of concept art for Mecho Tales, where I think that game will be my favorate in the Mecho franchise.

1.40AM

2009-09-16T22:36:00.000-07:00

Tonight at this moment I just feel like typing, maybe I shouldn't maybe I should.

The past year has been quite a adventure I must admit. Went from me not having enough to even eat, to having to run a company and working on a game that was did quite well critically.

I must admit however at this point why I'm typing this, is kinda because well I do feel lonely in Atlanta, all I do is just work all the time, sleep then work. Don't have much of a social life compared to NYC, I liked Atlanta at first don't get me wrong. But then I just came to realise that I prefer other cities. This just really isn' my type of city.

Come to think of it also, I did realise that I don't have that many friends, maybe I should try to socialise more? When I realise the last person who called me was a ex from a couple years ago who lives in LA, well there is some issues.

The weird thing is that I've been really inspired and sketching alot more, so maybe interactive fairytale wise well there would be more games to come out of this state, well game ideas anyway.

It's funny how all this came into place, how I met Shane, Sean B, David, Sean R, people who I work with on a regular basis. Sean Reid we both we have known each other since a long time when I used to work in London at a PR agency. Where we did a GBA demo and then a XNA game (that was never finished). And Sean Beeson all I remember was I have no bloody idea how we met lol. David found me in a magazine and hit me up on myspace right when I was dating Megan and living in NYC which was maybe 2 years ago.

I don't like aging either, ok I'm only 23 but for some reason I had set some goals to accomplish the past years and didn't accomplish them, so maybe that's why I have such a issue with age.

One thing I realise that I miss europe, and won't be going back until a year :s

PSP

2009-09-12T08:27:00.000-07:00

I don't know if we can really announce anything yet, maybe next week :)

But one thing is for sure Oyaji Games will be doing PSP games :)

We might move our focus more on that platform maybe, we will see. But I'm quite excited I must say.

I have heard all the remixes for the special edition of Mecho Wars and they sound really great, if people thought the soundtrack in the original game was good, this takes it to a whole other level.

Talking of soundtracks Sean did a great job on SteamPirates, which well only a few private people know about that one :)

Mecho Wars mentionned at the iPhone panel at PAX 09

2009-09-06T03:59:00.000-07:00

http://toucharcade.com/2009/09/06/pax-09-touching-a-new-generation-how-the-iphone-has-changed-portable-gaming-panel-and-new-games-detailed

He proceeded to discuss the sales of all the handheld consoles, obviously showing the iPhone behind the pack in overall sales, but then showed a second chart displaying units sold relative to the launch of the iPhone and iPod Touch. Apple's 45 million units sold dwarfs the sales of the PSP and DS when compared to an equivalent time from their initial launch.

Games were then shown that he felt rivaled the competition's games. 1112, Above & Beyond Air Combat, GeoDefense, and Mecho Wars were examples targetting the hardcore gamers, while Flight Control, Spider: The Secret of Bryce Manner, and DrawRace were shown as examples of great casual games.

Imagination Is The Only Escape

2009-08-27T07:09:00.000-07:00

Since I've been working on SteamPirates, and sean has been finishing up the online for Mecho Wars. I've been wanting to work again on Imagination Is The Only Escape, it's a very dear project to me, and the reason it got paused well was because the publisher we were working with, well didn't release Eternity's Child it seems.

Now with PSP minis and the app store, why not start on it again? Since SteamPirates all had hand drawn animations like this one, so why not go back to it all with hand drawn animations? I'm seriously considering it in the next weeks :)

Mecho Tales

2009-08-17T23:39:00.000-07:00

Mecho Tales

This game is a co op action/platformer, it is not planned for iPhone, but well other 2 systems which I don't want to reveal right now :)

The 2 new characters are Spia and Cutie.

Spia has been subject to various experiments by Jumali such as putting Mecho technology into his body, that is why he hides under his hood, since his face and body no longer looks the same. He is a closed ranged combat character.

While Cutie which is one of Jumali's other experiments is trying to escape with the help of Spia before he gets the same treatement. He is a distance fighter, so attacks from far.

Ze Pugs Will Rise

2009-08-16T15:10:00.000-07:00

Mr Cuddles animation test

2009-08-10T01:48:00.001-07:00

Next Week new games and big Mecho Wars announcements coming

2009-08-09T11:41:00.000-07:00

I like

2009-07-28T07:32:00.000-07:00

Hamsters

andddddd

Dancing Cats

Preview image for secret game to soon be revealed

2009-07-22T01:29:00.000-07:00

One experiment we've been doing at Oyaji Games

2009-07-20T07:20:00.000-07:00

Shane has been playing alot of rpg's recently, so he's been thinking of designs if we ever did a Mecho rpg.

Please note that it's just ideas and we have so many other things to do. But it would be a idea to do a Mecho rpg.

And you thought Mecho Wars was pink?

2009-07-16T07:57:00.001-07:00

Let's tease people for the online mode

2009-07-15T21:12:00.001-07:00

Mecho Wars 1.1 is out

2009-07-13T16:25:00.001-07:00

Features

- new landian campaign
- UI update
- new challenge levels

Vezonni Pirate and Pug Bartender

2009-07-11T20:43:00.000-07:00

The New Landian Campaign

2009-07-11T01:07:00.000-07:00

Since it's taking quite some time for apple to approve v1.1 I would like to show 2 levels that Sean designed for the new Landian campaign. I really prefer this campaign to the winged one, the level designs really shine. Also the story reveals more about my favorate character Mecinni. Let's hope it comes out next week.

Mecinni Design Notes

2009-07-07T02:00:00.001-07:00

Been working on a kids show

2009-07-06T07:32:00.000-07:00

As usual can't say much. But been working on it with some members of Oyaji. It's for children.

Concept Art for secret project

2009-07-05T23:38:00.000-07:00

I love the PSP Go

2009-07-05T16:54:00.000-07:00

I really love this little machine, me wants to do games for it!!!

Mecho Wars is in Pocket Gamers Top 10 Independent iPhone Games

2009-07-05T05:46:00.000-07:00

http://www.pocketgamer.co.uk/frontend/r/iPhone/Top+10+iPhone+charts/feature.asp?c=14240

Mecho Wars 1.1 submitted

2009-07-03T01:20:00.000-07:00

Mecho Wars 1.1 has been submitted
It features

- A better UI
- Unit descriptions
- New Challenge Maps
- New Campaign where you can control The Landians

Also what is this artwork for? Mystery :p

Some exciting news around Mecho Wars in the next days

2009-06-25T01:37:00.000-07:00

Mecho Wars 1.01 UI update

2009-06-18T01:33:00.000-07:00

As you can see in the update that is coming out next week, that you can view where a enemy can move or attack. Aswell as access loads of info on your units.

Gameplay Video

2009-06-16T21:04:00.000-07:00

Mecho Wars 1.1

2009-06-15T16:47:00.000-07:00

The first update to Mecho Wars for the iPhone/iPod Touch will contain a few UI updates which were recommended by the players themselves. Here is a screenshot of the update to the troop purchase screen when a factory is selected. It is a work-in-progress, so there are some things that are subject to change.

The UI update will also include a preview of enemy unit movement and attack range as well. There are a few little tweaks here and there too. This update should be available within the next week.

Mecho Wars Trailer

2009-06-15T06:53:00.000-07:00

Making Of Mecho Wars

2009-06-14T04:22:00.000-07:00

Now how did Mecho Wars start?

After the disaster that was Eternity's Child, I wanted to start fresh, I still loved the world that I had created, but I knew that something with the EC name would not be good.

So I decided to reinvent that franchise, by naming it Mecho instead. Mecho basically means to me, mechanical organisms.

So to start reinventing the franchise, I decided to start with the war between the winged crusade and the landians that destroyed the world.

A TBS game seemed perfect especially for iPhone and also that it would be easy to port to other platforms and would work well on them.

So that is how Mecho Wars started.

To be able to start fresh, I decided to work with Sean Reid, a ex EA producer and programmer, he quit his job so he could work for Oyaji Games. And the results paid off, we created one of the best TBS games on iPhone. And I'm not being cocky, but we have created a really nice game.

Mecho Wars also needed interesting characters and designs, so I created a main vilain named Mecinni as you can see above. He is the main vilain of the Mecho franchise (kind of like Bowser for Mario and Eggman for Sonic), Mecinni's design is quite good even for other types of titles, since he moves like a snake, and has several tenticles as you can see allows him to perform different actions. But of course in Mecho Wars he is just a general ordering the army.

Since the Mecho franchise is really big and the world has several stories and characters, I decided to work on a cartoon series. This friday I have a meeting with a big cartoon channel, to see if we can move the pilot forward. The goal is not to create a saturday morning cartoon but something good, and that would be also a musical but more of a mix of classical and industrial. We are working on the songs right now.

The Mecho franchise is planned to be different with each game, Mecho Wars is a TBS, Mechopolis is planned to be a robot building game and Mecho Tales will be different tales set in the world. Of course, all these titles won't be out straight away, and I want to take a break from Mecho to produce Rose Princess.

As you read, I am working on a reality tv show, it is a proposed concept, that a producer asked me to do. When I met with one of the executives, I was more busy spinning around my chair than saying the right things. The plan was to do something about the game industry and more about indie devs than the big ones. We'll see what happens with that, if it even gets picked up by a network.

Mecho Wars iPhone OST

2009-06-13T13:06:00.000-07:00

http://seanbeeson.com/music/Special/410/

Listen to the soundtrack online on Sean's site

Mecho Wars is now on itunes

2009-06-12T19:27:00.001-07:00

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewSoftware?id=319358443&mt=8

Mecho Wars has been submitted to the app store

2009-06-08T08:38:00.000-07:00

Mecho Wars to expand to something else?

2009-05-31T20:06:00.000-07:00

Created Account today

2009-05-27T14:28:00.001-07:00

We only created our apple developer account today, yes we did wait a bit.

Anyways we are waiting on all this to go threw for Mecho Wars to come out.

Quote Of The Day

2009-05-14T22:47:00.000-07:00

to me it seems like playing mario galaxy to the queen of the damned sound track

Frozen Oceans

2009-05-14T02:00:00.000-07:00

I can't sleep
I've lost the urge to sing
No one's left a friend
The cost of ill pretend
Where'd you go?
I need you now
I said ooh-ooh

Ten thousand miles apart
A frozen ocean joins our hearts
I can't wait to meet you when
The frozen waves meet ocean floors
You'll be standing on the shore
I can't wait to meet you then

I still dream
But what should I believe
Frozen shapes to bend
Impossible sets in
Lost again
Still alone
I said ooh-ooh

Ten thousand miles apart
A frozen ocean joins our hearts
I can't wait to meet you when
The frozen waves meet ocean floors
You'll be standing on the shore
I can't wait to meet you then

I can't wait (x7)

The frozen waves meet ocean floors
You'll be standing on the shore
I can't wait to meet you then
Ten thousand miles apart
A frozen ocean joins our hearts
I can't wait to meet you when

Birdie 3D

2009-05-08T11:45:00.000-07:00

Birdie unit in 3D, done by David North

New Idea that just got into my head

2009-05-06T14:03:00.000-07:00

For some reason I just thought of a idea. Not that it will come to anything but I would rather it down here so I don't forget.

I was thinking of a character, that has been abandoned so the cope with the idea of being alone he/she has this imaginary friend, who is actually just a puppet or something but in their mind its a living person.

Maybe it's something that could be brainstormed, but it could be maybe a nice little game.

At the library

2009-04-30T08:31:00.001-07:00

I am currently at the library watching a old documentory about France during WW2

Very interesting I must say.

Little Rant

2009-04-28T15:52:00.001-07:00

No one ever wants to come with me to the library, this really sucks! :s I think it's a pretty awesome place, and I would live in it if I could.

Now something else, today I met this spritual person, who said that I am currently going threw change. Yeah... erm I THINK YOU CAN KIND OF NOTICE IT ON MY FACE!

Tommorow going to go back to the library and again see about these spiritual things I'm trying to understand.

Why is money so important?

2009-04-25T09:25:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking in today's society.

Well people judge others on how much money they have. If you are broke you are not viewed as high as someone who is full of paper dollars.

When you look at money, it's just pieces of paper that are all dirty. I mean it's just worthless really. We just as humans created a worship around something that is not real, I mean it is the center of our society, but the damn thing isn't real, it's not natural, it's something that is man created.

It's just as bad as religion, however I have nothing against religion, but if some people are against religions I mean you must also be against money because it's just as non real.

Now religion I don't believe any of the ones that are written, there must be something maybe, I mean souls do exist and I remember seeing dead people when I was young. But that's a complete different subject.

But we worship mostly things that are not real. Things that aren't natural. And is there a way to change this? Nope humanity is just doomed.

Sean Reid joins Oyaji Games

2009-04-21T21:40:00.001-07:00

I would like everyone to welcome Sean, he is the main programmer at Oyaji Games, also game designer. And the voice of reason in the company. Sean is the most talented person I have got to work with in the industry.

We originally worked on some GBA demos and the XNA version of Eternity's Child back in the day. But now we get to work together full time and only greatness can come.

Status of Mecho Wars

2009-04-11T19:35:00.000-07:00

Now Mecho Wars is still being worked on, we had a bit of a delay, but it's for the best :)

Also we may have a publisher, publish it, we will see next week.

Now with Mecho Wars, the difference with other TBS, well I don't want to reveal too much but every time a turn passes a hour goes by, and depending on what time of the day it is things happen :)

Here is one of the characters in the game, Jumali the Landian's inventor, he uses Mecho technology to create all the living mechanical creatures in the Landian's army, he has some control issues, like thinking he is a god for creating life.

Unhappy birthday to me

2009-03-26T00:10:00.001-07:00

23 now, hmmmm

I like Pugs

2009-03-23T22:27:00.000-07:00

3D model by David North WIP