Grapefruit 256
Hello, I'm Martin.
I am working on Game Development and Linux Administration .
Right now I am developing my second game Pentis, which I started out as a tutorial. It has the same game engine as Tetris, but instead of tetrominoes, pentominoes are falling from the top of the screen. Those five-block shapes offer a more complex and advanced level of gameplay.
Pentis is in developement, but playable and fun.
********************************Information Technological Background ^^ **********************************
As a quiet dreaming kid I was send to a holiday camp after first grade. Between a horibly stinking toilette, homesickness that made me cry, nice other kids, a Michael Jackson dance cours, I could convince my father to buy off secondhand the white C64-II or C64-C from one of the camp instructors for 150 Deutsche Mark right after the camp.
A few years later around 3rd grade my father drove away during a soccer tournament weekend while I kept running after and kicking a ball with 21 other kids on a playfield designed for that same reason. He returned when it was already dark and told me he had bought the Amiga 500 laying in the trunk of our Mitsubishi Spacewagon, which I couldn't believe or even plug in. Found in a advertising paper, bought for 800 Deutsche Mark because it included a matrix printer so I could "learn something" for the futuristic Information Technology which "will change the world". We tried to configure and use the printer at first together but somehow couldn't get it to print in a usable way. So I never printed things I never wrote, not even my homeworks which I even can't remeber doing regularly one paper.
Instead the Amiga 500 lead me to my first steps in obsessive-compulsive hoarding and criminal activities. Until today I can't really remember from whom i collected all these already copied games. What I do remember is calling a not specially close classmate, Thomas, asking him thrustfully for new games and after convincing him, standing confused in front of his closed door ringing his bell repeatedly. Finally back home, asking him over the phone what happend to our arrangement, Thomas changed poorly his voice slightly stammering that Thomas actually weren't at home. From this point of view I must assume that I pursued those activities without concience, highly focussed and aggressively on demand at a tender age around ten.
Back to my pedagogically reasonable printer: I think it must have been the protocols which we somehow didn't understood out of the manual. It took me over thirty years to finally get behind this technical concept, which today connects people over the whole world. I don't remember exactly. What I do remember is the fascination for the digital world of pixeled impressions and synthesized sounds I was able to interact with and desperatly sucked in. Again and again and again and again....
