This is the revised version of a short story I posted about a year ago... I hope to read your thoughts and impressions this time guys...lol Cya!

The first lines were unclear; anyway, it was some cheap old piece of parchment I had bought in the city when had nothing else to do, at least nothing better... The quaint seller told me, and as I recall, he was quite nervous, that this scroll had written some "very important information" on it. And after giving it to me as rather a bargain, he ran away. I chased him a little bit, but quitted the persecution as soon as he faded in the horizon. I never knew from him again and I don't regret it.

It was long time ago when I first opened this mysterious scroll; the first lines were unclear as the ink had vanished due to time or destiny. The next began as follows:

"... groping toward the end, as I got close to it, I found in this deeply schemer cave a table and a shabby wooden chair. I sat. I was tired, though I could not sleep. Scarcely illuminated by the fire of my torch a drawer distinguished from the blackness through the blinking of its golden handle. Opened it, and found inside it a damp scroll. The fire started to smoke away as I opened it and before I could start reading it I suddenly fell asleep."

The next lines were also illegible; I started then to think that nothing useful would be found in this old fetid piece of paper. But something stronger than my own will pushed me to find myself immersed in this unconcluded work

"...in colors to make a bit more clear; it seems to me that some kind of freak, rather sick entity (I do not know if to verily consider the thing that wrote this... a human being) wrote what I was unwillingly reading. I could hear rain falling and I started to realize that I was running out of food and water. This situation turned out being loathing, hideous. Now, returning to the bizarre parchment: black will be for what it seems to me is –or was– the real person; red for his mean, cruel, evil, outrageous alter ego; and, finally blue, the good side of the being, the rather peaceful, benevolent and impartial third personality. This was a disgusting and odious task, but I felt I needed to transcribe this mysterious grotesque writing. That copy belonged to the unknown hidden cave; but the world needed to know about this…or so I felt…"

With no apparent reason, I stopped at this point; it was late, I was weary, but I was excited and wanted to read it, though the whole night if it seemed necessary. Nevertheless, I felt the call of my bed to my bittersweet dreams. I went through the darkened halls of my dwelling until the door and into slumber laying still on the soft surface of my mattress, surrounded by blankets.

Dreams invaded my sleep. It was cold, the night was cold and strange, did not know why. The image was blurry in my nightmare; I could only see shadows. A cavern, that's what I saw. Obscurity, a light at the end; went thither. The dream finished, that was all…

Dawn rushed into the nightly dimness and into my dreams to finish them, giving birth to day and wakening me up. I went to see through the windowpane in my gloomy chamber, dragging the drapes before it open. Day was clear and the parchment called me with a soft sweet whisper; I went to attend its call; nothing else mattered. I sat down and focused my attention to the handwriting. It followed:

"... so I started to copy it, following the color code I described before. I was getting more and more excited as I carried out my task; the repulsive story written in the paper in front of my tired eyes, lightened by the tenuous fire of the torch hanging on the nearest wall, on a little perfect hole I found randomly; this nasty, atrocious, writing I had to transcribe, make it more understandable and clear for others, had me immersed, deep into it like never before, like never before..."

Candlelight lighted the yellow scroll; sweat stains, as they seemed to me, made the next lines completely unclear, rather an ink stain. However, it continued:

"...and I finally finished my detestable work. I was starving and thirsty, thirsty, thirsty... I went out the cave; rain was not pouring down anymore and sunlight pierced my weakened eyes like a stream of liquid iron. I left my transcription, the first copy of the strangest narrative, in the place described in the map. I returned home then, crossing dark and unknown alleys in dense terrifying woods. Once there I had some food, some water; strength was coming back. I just needed a nap and then something more to appease my groaning hunger and my craving thirst…

"From this point on, since I finished copying the vile parchment I found in that smelly hideous cave, nightmares chased me every night. I couldn't and I cannot sleep anymore, hateful... So I decided to give this an end; the knife I hold with my trembling left hand will give an end to this torture with my own blood..."

The bloody stains confirmed the suicide of the poor man. On the other side of the paper I found the sketch that was meant to be a map. Something, anything horrible, told me to find the copy of the scroll. Curiosity, that was it, I thought... It was late again. I went to sleep, yet no nightmares this time. Next day, after the break of dawn, I started my enterprise.

Following the instructions described in the map I reached in about two hours the place where the scroll was supposed to have been left by the writer. In a trifle of time I found it. I sat atop a pale rock, stared at the mountains and then set my vision to the damn reading, focused on it. It was indeed horrible, nasty, loathing; and as the other man before me I felt I had to rewrite it, make a copy of it to endure eternity… I returned to my humble house and started working on it. Dusk and night were gone quickly before I finished what I started, yet I was happy for doing it…

Here began the strange things; made me wonder if somehow the stupid scroll was cursed. "No way, no..." I thought and I know now how naive I was .on thinking that way. No nightmares, no... No one indeed, just everything started to go suspiciously wrong. First of all; I got fired from my job, how could I then sustain myself? Strange illnesses came and go, having me laid in bed all day long, odious, odious... I started to go thinner and thinner; death seemed nigh but it never came; like something you really want but you can't reach it, even though you can see it, there, near you, sacred but unreachable; nasty...

With my last bit of energy I write this. I've also decide to let the sharp knife kill this sorrow and me with it. Now the endless chain of death can continue forever...

It seems that hitherto I've only been writing when I level up. And furthermore this blogs supports that. Sorry for this behaviour guys; been kinda lost lately (in school stuff as in many other things of life). But let's cheer up, level 23 right now! lol. But man it took a long a time to get here, I think it took even more than to go through the infamous level 20.

Anyway, I'm right now in vacations, so I hope you'll see me here more frequently...let's hope so...lol

Cya guys!

Yes, once again I leveled up. Right now a Blaster Mater.

Well, I've been kinda inactive lately, sorry for that, and I will be it for the next 2 weeks. You know, because of tests and school stuff.

Well, that's all, cya guys...

Definition

A short notion of what a videogame genre is has been described before. It was stated shortly that it is the way you interact with each game. But the real meaning goes beyond short statements (that concentrate the full meaning) such as this one. That's what I'm going to explain shortly.

Rock, thriller and novel are words that define different genres in the different branches of entertainment: music, cinema and literature respectively. These are quite different in concept and genres in videogames are not the exception. The base taken when defining a genre is exceptionally different in each case, even though some may seem or be a similitude. But what really matters to us is the base taken when categorizing games.

The basis

This I repeated many times and I will repeat later in the upcoming parts: the base for the arrangement in genres of videogames is the interaction. Interaction by different means like keyboard, mouse and console controls. Nevertheless, this doesn't mean that for playing with some console instead of the PC we've gotta create a new genre for the same game. The different means are relevant only as a way of interaction (it's the same to press the X button than clicking the left button of the mouse).

At some point, establishing the different interaction ways may seem very simple; e.g.: the FPS (First Person Shooter) and RTS (Real Time Strategy) genres are way too different genres. Even with very similar genres such as RTS and TBS (Turn-Based Strategy) it's still simple to recognize the different ways of interaction. However, in actual times, with the appearance of "hybrid" genres, this task turns out to be quite difficult. Now, this is the reason why I created Approach and Background, but I won't get further on that subject.

The goal

The base is different but the objective is the same: organization. Genres, as different as they may be, all point to a single goal: organizing the chaotic quantity of different movies, books, songs and games to make it easier for us to find a specific one according some criteria.

Wait for the next post!

I got tagged. This is a very weird phenomenon going on at GameSpot. Anyway, here's my five things list:

I will now tag rocabator and NetPedro21.

Now, quoting Atlas in BioShock, would you kindly read an comment on the previous entry. Well, see ya...

Almost a month and a half ago, I started the level 20. Now, it's finally over and I'm a Rescue Ranger!

Well, on the second part of "Videogame genres", I'm halfway to finish it. I had a lot to do lately, but I promise you'll have it here in a short time.