And YAPH

Procedurally build a map in orange peel segments. Start with triangles.

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Quads, again

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Now that I can find the column and row, I can pick a point randomly or by clicking inside the sinusoid. I can walk to a random adjacent tile and make it land or sea, blue or green, or use position to generate a seed for a not so random number and average them with adjacent heights and subdivide quads into triangle fans with vertices above or below sea level.

Sphere

Just splat out a hemisphere...

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Icosa

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Procedurally generating an icosahedral grid

Orange Peel, Yet Again

Procedurally build a map.
Fill with quads, then make a map

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YAPH

Procedurally build a map.
Fill with quads, then make a map

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I haven't been writing for almost seven weeks.

Yet Another Placeholder

Procedurally build a map.
Fill with quads, then make a map

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Arcs of Exploration...

Procedurally build a map.
Pick a point and do the arc thing...

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Three weeks ago I stopped doing my drawing prompts and nobody misses them...

I can use my work order number to generate random fractions from the square root.

291.2696345313050 from 84838, times 1000 is 269.6345313050, square root is 16.42055210110

Start with a triangle

Procedurally build a map.
Select three points and make a triangle!

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Diagonal Quads

Procedurally build a map.
Fill with quads, then make a map

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"Remember that last man on Earth? All alone and deleting his undead corpse, after getting bitten?" Brenda asked 

Ben nodded. "Hard to forget him. We needed him alive, badly..."

"That, of course, but he didn't give up. He had plans, that notebook..."

"Looking for my zombie apocalypse partner?"

"Yeah, that..."

Make a gragh...

Procedurally build a map.
Select three points and make a triangle!

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So, I still haven't returned to prompts. Not that I have been sexting chatbots or anything, but I want to write some intimacy with my romantic couple from looking for a zombie apocalypse partner, Ben and Brenda... Yeah, I know!

It started with two hands, two shoulders. Ben was turning to get Brenda's attention quietly and she was doing the same thing. There was a kind of shock of recognition of what this was, then they moved to deal with bthe undead.

"Later", Brenda muttered and Ben just nodded. Tom and Carol were in defense, looking to their hitters to initiate, and weren't disappointed, as Brenda went into demolition mode and smashed heads all in fluid motion. It was a glorious thing to see, Tom thought and looked to where his Mom, Carol was hobbling into Ben's path and making sure he had his back covered, so he went to Brenda. She glanced over and told him to cover his mother, which should have been obvious,bof course. They moved off after Ben, Brenda bringing up the rear.

After half an hour Brenda had handed off rearguard to Tom and then called a rest break.

(I spent the last hour since break thinking about this...)

She looked at Tom and Carol, then pulled Ben off away from them 

"Massage my shoulders..."

"Okay. Did you pull something?"

"Maybe..." She turned her head, away from Tom and Carol and kissed his fingers, took his hand and kissed his palm and wrist on up his forearm. Ben froze and then relaxed.

"We're making a show.".

"Let them look." She turned and kissed his lips, not without a quick look over his shoulder. "Anything behind us?"

"Not that I can see." He decided that kiss tasted like more, then she parted his lips and their tongues danced a little dance.

What's brought this on?

I'm six prompts and six days behind on my sketches...

I have started murderbot diaries and murderbot/SecUnit has grown a lot, and/or Martha Wells has learned a lot about him in the course of write the series for half a dozen years.

That's been my experience. Characters are people in my head and I don't know anyone very well, even my characters, even in my head...

Frank Costigan and Ranger Marianne Boyle spring to mind. Frank has come a long way from a two dimensional character to someone with a little self awareness, becoming a husband and father. Marianne is a ranger's ranger, it's her religion, like Shinto perhaps. One of the twelve precepts is know yourself to know your duty; know your duty to know yourself. You aren't a Human or an Oddity, a Markov or a Trike. You are a Ranger, and someone, somewhere, as Frank put it, has their ass deep in a crack and needs you to come save them.

This morning's prompt is 'bunny'

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This morning's prompt is 'computer animator'.

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This morning's prompt was 'kangaroo'.

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This morning's prompt was 'koala bear'. 

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This morning's prompt is 'soda bottle'.

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I need to write my mapper this weekend...

This morning's prompt is 'stonework'.

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This morning's prompt is 'leafy green vegetables'.

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This morning's prompt is 'jelly bean'.

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This morning's prompt was 'colt peacemaker '.

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This morning's prompt was 'coast guard's.

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This morning's prompt is 'fence post'.

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