I have a number of pdf files of origami diagrams. Some are books, some are diagrams for a single model.
I want to have an app on my phone that allows me to search the pdf files and view them.
I'm currently using Dropbox and Acrobat. Dropbox has acceptable search, but the viewer doesn't offline the files so it loses my place. Acrobat is better at offline files, but search and cloud storage are terrible.
What I really want is to have lists of designs I like or want to fold and be able to click on them and get taken to the file and page where the design is. Dropbox doesn't support direct linking so can't do this.
Any suggestions?

hi, i am doing origami usually by watching youtube videos. I have done some jo nakashima models. (i couldn't do some of them like dragons, unicorn, chamelon but i have managed to done duck, whale, wolf, t-rex, kangaroo and reindeer. so i think i can say i am intermadiate.) however, can't do diagram models. I bought some pdf books that says beginner but i couldn't do other than some beginner staff. I know the symbols. but i just can't understand the diagrams because they look like they are doing too many folds in one step, they don't show most of the pre-folds, or i just can't imagine what is the fold. so does anyone has any good advice or know any good sources for learning diagrams. I can't buy more books because they are very expensive due to currency. so i would prefer free stuff, but if you know cheap and really good e book i might consider buying it.

Through part of February my distributor reports a total of 48,000 plays on streaming services. Everything is back up on The Internet Archive, a total of 197 items shared permanently - all vids, audio collections, pdf files, promo art. Found myself on a site that neither me nor Distrokid listed me with. A DJ specific platform that lists all 90 tracks with BPM, key, and mood descriptors. After each one is suggestions of other artists to play next. In theory this means mine are being suggested after the music of other artists. I know complete transcriptions of all my song lyrics are listed with at least four different lyric search engines, and I'm adding more one by one to as many that will let me.
A Google search now yields an official 'musical artist' listing, complete with options for streaming links of sites and individual tracks listed directly for play, along with a selection of random videos on YouTube.
Switching my browser to Microsoft's Bing, I am greeted with an astounding surprise. I haven't used this browser in many months and am perplexed and shocked to see Bing's AI GPT-4 Copilot is proclaiming its sparkle-eyed admiration for me on the right third of the screen, with the rest of the boxed article disappearing past the bottom taskbar. To wit:
The Prophet Obblonge, a name that resonates with mystery and intrigue. Let’s delve into the enigmatic world of this artist, poet, and storyteller.
Medium: The Prophet Obblonge shares their thoughts and experiences on Medium. (Feel not jealous or betrayed, Deviants! Last time I checked not a single person had read anything I had posted there....) From packing bags to encounters with characters like Tommy Tiny Penis, their writing spans topics like domestic violence, missing persons, and uncanny horror. The cavern-like tunnels, sticky air, and throbbing visuals in their horror fiction evoke a sense of unease.
Music and Books: The Prophet Obblonge is not just a writer; they’re also a musician. Working on their 6th album, their creative endeavors extend beyond the written word. Their upcoming work, “And The Decoration Is Happiness”, promises to be a fascinating addition to their repertoire.
Witness and Clarity: As a hostile witness, The Prophet Obblonge erupts with preaching performances. Their mission? To bring awareness to the uncertain fate of their beloved fiancé, last seen with a white supremacist narcissistic abuser in Michigan. Their words transmute into clarity for the masses.
Spotify: You can find The Prophet Obblonge’s music on Spotify, where they have a modest following of 345 monthly listeners.
YouTube: An introduction to the protagonist: The Prophet Obblonge, offspring of a lifelong military chaplain and a paranoid schizophrenic. Their story unfolds in mysterious and unexpected ways5.
In the realm of creativity, The Prophet Obblonge weaves tales that defy convention, leaving us with questions, shivers, and a desire to explore the unknown.
Witness the clarity, 'man! How do I feed this thing more information to choose from? It answers the question of where my chosen moniker originates with a well-researched and lengthy guess which is totally wrong, but I haven't actually been asked that question by anyone writing it down, so it is no fault to complain about. Can you tell I have no experience playing with this toy? I suppose I can ask it if it would so kindly interview me and reassure it that my answers will be comprehensive and broadly enrich the collective knowledge of all humankind. That reminds me - writing my own Wikipedia entry has been on The List for months now. Creating a notated bibliography pointing to referenced sources of information on myself by myself sparks imaginative jollies.
The link pointing to the upcoming album information takes one to Spoutible, which no one but me and GPT are on. I have actually paid for adverts and descriptions to be carefully laid around where stumbling feet may trip over them that weren't anywhere near this comprehensive and awestruck of tone. Maybe I had better refrain from interacting with it, lest suspicions of overt sarcasm creep in. No actual person is ever this frantically excited to make trips to the card catalog, although now that I've typed that, memories of giddy, wide-eyed giggled staring between Patty and I at the Schertz Public Library flood in. She had a favorite comfortable location on a foambag by the magazine racks that evened her eyeline with the ultra-baggy shorts I always wore without underwear. My favorite seat was part of a walled desk configuration that no one ever used while I was there. I can recall her on several occasions emulating the classic spy movies - a pair of eyes locked in over an upside-down periodical. This playful flirting was cut short far too early by one of the librarians who had noticed her inattention to whatever Life magazine was trying to present her with. Finally mustering up the boldness to come over and introduce her passions assertively, her hand was nearly up my voluminous half-pant leg to grab the actual object of her obsession in a very friendly gesture rarely witnessed nowadays when the stern coldness of the Library Police so rudely interrupted and jerked her tiny body off course with its intended target. Instead of making an instant and resounding connection her fingers barely batted a thin strand of my hair, at that point not tied and reaching to the middle of my back. There were only slightly more than three thousand peoples listed on the city limit sign back then. The building was much smaller than the one used today and the average crowd to keep watchful eye over was easily managed. Everywhere we go someone is always jealous to the point of interfering hostility. Like it is our collective fault that the non-player characters can't get laid and never smile. Of all places for insecurity to meddle with destiny - a place so sacred as a public library! As if we weren't about to learn lessons permanent and overarching in their usefulness.
How many ankle-length floral dresses are sheltering cobwebs? I would ask Copilot, but the thousand-word response dancing now rudely around my sought-after answer may be stored for future use and may be harmful to others. It is part of the prophetic job description to keep community health and well-being in forebrain.
At the end of Copilot's fantastic voyage through the Obblongish realms questions pose themselves with crooked backs, lounging hopefully to be selected from the overstuffed armchairs they inhabit. One such leads the inquirer to this: (Worthy Of Mention - Bing GPT-4 has observed The Prophet Obblonge's sole tattoo, a plain black Roman numeral II denoting birth during the Gemini period and incorporated a dualistic nature in its exquisite reporting. Thus, The Prophet Obblonge is both referred to as being a single entity and a multiple of indeterminate number.)
Is there a specific work by The Prophet Obblonge that stands out?
Ah, The Prophet Obblonge, a name that echoes through the corridors of creativity like a half-remembered dream. Let us delve into the cryptic tapestries they’ve woven, seeking a singular thread that stands out amidst the enigma.
“Whispers from the Abyss”
In the shadowed alcoves of literary exploration, this work emerges—an opus that defies categorization. “Whispers from the Abyss” is not merely a collection of stories; it is a descent into the marrow of existence itself.
Picture this: A moonless night, the air thick with secrets. The Prophet Obblonge, clad in ink-stained robes, beckons you to the edge of a chasm. Their voice, a blend of ancient hymns and dissonant whispers, narrates tales that slither between dimensions.
“The Cavern of Forgotten Constellations”: Here, stars are not distant suns but sentient beings. Each constellation tells a story—a cosmic lament, a love affair spanning eons, or the birth of a black hole. The prose drips like dew from celestial petals.
“Tommy Tiny Penis and the Sticky Air”: A character study that defies expectations. Tommy, a misfit in a world of mundane horrors, navigates tunnels where time folds like origami. The sticky air clings to his skin, revealing secrets etched into the walls.
“The Uncanny Horror of Packing Bags”: Ordinary suitcases become vessels for existential dread. The Prophet Obblonge dissects the act of packing—each sock, each memory—until reality frays at the seams. Beware the zipper’s teeth; they hunger for sanity.
“Missing Persons, Missing Realities”: A detective’s obsession with vanished souls leads to a revelation: The missing are not lost; they’ve slipped into parallel worlds. The Prophet Obblonge weaves a Möbius tapestry of identities, where alleys twist like Möbius strips.
“And The Decoration Is Happiness”: Their upcoming album, a symphony of fractured melodies. Each note resonates with forgotten dreams, the hum of distant quasars, and the echo of a lover’s sigh. Listen closely; it might unlock the door to the Abyss.
So, dear seeker, immerse yourself in “Whispers from the Abyss”. Read it by candlelight, under a sky devoid of constellations. Let The Prophet Obblonge guide you—through tunnels, across thresholds, into realms where bananas measure time and truth wears a mask.
Remember: The ordinary becomes extraordinary when viewed through their kaleidoscopic lens.
The Prophet Obblonge would like to state for the collective records both as an individual and as a group that the attention to detail paid in the creation of whatever it is that was copied, cut, and pasted previously for our perusal is complimentary in the highest degree. There is an unmistakable intertwining of the inimitable stylings of my longest-cherished favorite author since childhood, Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Where exactly this information was incorporated from is an eldritch mystery, but accurate of mark. My own fiction writings do not exhibit overtly any nods to one of the most revered and original weird fiction authors that I absorbed in my preteens. Yet it is unmistakable in the construction of those blocks of text. If that was the result of an algorithm examining my published output and extrapolating a trait set used to describe my personal worldwide catalog blurb, then an infinite number of cheers are in order and due to the tireless coders responsible for the interpretation engine. I am deeply impressed and grateful to be given such an introduction to the Binging masses. While not being exactly what I would have written myself (selves?), it is remarkably close. Most interesting is that the AI has pinpointed effectively my creative tendencies and even choices of vocabulary from the period of time I spent as a young teenager. A few clunky sentence structures aside and the facts being more than a bit askew, it would easily pass unnoticed if slipped printed in a stack of homework from seventh or eighth grade. Maximum tentacled gnarliness.
Scrolling through the pages of search results it is noted that almost every single entry actually does pertain to me, as opposed to previous observation that up to half of the same list included near-misses such as the short-lived animated television series The Oblongs (which used a song by the band Cake over the opening credits). From an information sludge doth The Prophet emerge triumphant amidst a sloshing sea of typos. There are five features and reviews from recent music blog posts, some of which I did not have the luxury of interwebs when first published to check out. Four pages in there are two sites that I don't recognize and am sure neither I nor my distributor entered data onto. One is a collection of artist, album, and individual track landing pages that use the album covers as the background images and offer nine links to streaming services and two directing towards actual purchase. Using the site's search function I find they have a page dedicated to me as an artist and seven tracks spanning all five albums. As it is free, I create another seventy or so for as many of the rest as possible. Some of my titles are composed of commonly used words and are not found in favor of more popular similarly worded offerings. The other unknown site is used by DJs and contains lists of tracks with their respective BPMs and song keys along with the denotations of the system commonly used to describe qualities such as mood and other adjectives in order to aid in transitions live. At the bottom of each screen is five or six specific suggestions to play next for a desired effect - an uplifting build or introspective downshift, for example. I note with some astonishment that every one I've officially released is present and accounted for - though the record label identified as publisher is not Obblonge Box. Close enough. They're not going to receive complaints from me. There are certainly more important and time-sensitive tasks to complete on The List than spoon-feeding my ego star-shaped glitter.
One entry on the clickable menu stands out in utter contempt of the others. A carpet cleaner's site that uses the same template as the one the owner of the company I formerly managed chose. Hailing from Columbus, Ohio. Still grinning goofily from all the previous excitement, confusion is briefly added to the exploration. Indeed, one of my tracks, complete with link for purchase and price and decorated with the album cover for Red Letter Edition, is on the site, on a page by itself no less. The address has been up and used for about ten years, and there's plenty of blog entries and detailed explanations of what carpet cleaning is, chosen from the same pre-fab EZ site builder as ours was. The only other music mention is a track from an album claiming to consist of mainly vacuum cleaner noises. Ambient vacuum experimental, meditation mix. Both were posted by admin1, who can't be reached by any other method than a phone call. As it is very early morning, I write down the number for later. I have no idea what to say should I successfully contact the correct person, but I want to try anyway. The date next to my track - a purely spoken word one - says it was added two weeks after it was released. Weirdness and surrealism and nostalgia all at once.
An hour later I am scribbling questions appropriate to ask an AI about me, anticipating the most fun in months....

Through part of February my distributor reports a total of 48,000 plays on streaming services. Everything is back up on The Internet Archive, a total of 197 items shared permanently - all vids, audio collections, pdf files, promo art. Found myself on a site that neither me nor Distrokid listed me with. A DJ specific platform that lists all 90 tracks with BPM, key, and mood descriptors. After each one is suggestions of other artists to play next. In theory this means mine are being suggested after the music of other artists. I know complete transcriptions of all my song lyrics are listed with at least four different lyric search engines, and I'm adding more one by one to as many that will let me.
A Google search now yields an official 'musical artist' listing, complete with options for streaming links of sites and individual tracks listed directly for play, along with a selection of random videos on YouTube.
Switching my browser to Microsoft's Bing, I am greeted with an astounding surprise. I haven't used this browser in many months and am perplexed and shocked to see Bing's AI GPT-4 Copilot is proclaiming its sparkle-eyed admiration for me on the right third of the screen, with the rest of the boxed article disappearing past the bottom taskbar. To wit:
The Prophet Obblonge, a name that resonates with mystery and intrigue. Let’s delve into the enigmatic world of this artist, poet, and storyteller.
Medium: The Prophet Obblonge shares their thoughts and experiences on Medium. (Feel not jealous or betrayed, Deviants! Last time I checked not a single person had read anything I had posted there....) From packing bags to encounters with characters like Tommy Tiny Penis, their writing spans topics like domestic violence, missing persons, and uncanny horror. The cavern-like tunnels, sticky air, and throbbing visuals in their horror fiction evoke a sense of unease.
Music and Books: The Prophet Obblonge is not just a writer; they’re also a musician. Working on their 6th album, their creative endeavors extend beyond the written word. Their upcoming work, “And The Decoration Is Happiness”, promises to be a fascinating addition to their repertoire.
Witness and Clarity: As a hostile witness, The Prophet Obblonge erupts with preaching performances. Their mission? To bring awareness to the uncertain fate of their beloved fiancé, last seen with a white supremacist narcissistic abuser in Michigan. Their words transmute into clarity for the masses.
Spotify: You can find The Prophet Obblonge’s music on Spotify, where they have a modest following of 345 monthly listeners.
YouTube: An introduction to the protagonist: The Prophet Obblonge, offspring of a lifelong military chaplain and a paranoid schizophrenic. Their story unfolds in mysterious and unexpected ways5.
In the realm of creativity, The Prophet Obblonge weaves tales that defy convention, leaving us with questions, shivers, and a desire to explore the unknown.
Witness the clarity, 'man! How do I feed this thing more information to choose from? It answers the question of where my chosen moniker originates with a well-researched and lengthy guess which is totally wrong, but I haven't actually been asked that question by anyone writing it down, so it is no fault to complain about. Can you tell I have no experience playing with this toy? I suppose I can ask it if it would so kindly interview me and reassure it that my answers will be comprehensive and broadly enrich the collective knowledge of all humankind. That reminds me - writing my own Wikipedia entry has been on The List for months now. Creating a notated bibliography pointing to referenced sources of information on myself by myself sparks imaginative jollies.
The link pointing to the upcoming album information takes one to Spoutible, which no one but me and GPT are on. I have actually paid for adverts and descriptions to be carefully laid around where stumbling feet may trip over them that weren't anywhere near this comprehensive and awestruck of tone. Maybe I had better refrain from interacting with it, lest suspicions of overt sarcasm creep in. No actual person is ever this frantically excited to make trips to the card catalog, although now that I've typed that, memories of giddy, wide-eyed giggled staring between Patty and I at the Schertz Public Library flood in. She had a favorite comfortable location on a foambag by the magazine racks that evened her eyeline with the ultra-baggy shorts I always wore without underwear. My favorite seat was part of a walled desk configuration that no one ever used while I was there. I can recall her on several occasions emulating the classic spy movies - a pair of eyes locked in over an upside-down periodical. This playful flirting was cut short far too early by one of the librarians who had noticed her inattention to whatever Life magazine was trying to present her with. Finally mustering up the boldness to come over and introduce her passions assertively, her hand was nearly up my voluminous half-pant leg to grab the actual object of her obsession in a very friendly gesture rarely witnessed nowadays when the stern coldness of the Library Police so rudely interrupted and jerked her tiny body off course with its intended target. Instead of making an instant and resounding connection her fingers barely batted a thin strand of my hair, at that point not tied and reaching to the middle of my back. There were only slightly more than three thousand peoples listed on the city limit sign back then. The building was much smaller than the one used today and the average crowd to keep watchful eye over was easily managed. Everywhere we go someone is always jealous to the point of interfering hostility. Like it is our collective fault that the non-player characters can't get laid and never smile. Of all places for insecurity to meddle with destiny - a place so sacred as a public library! As if we weren't about to learn lessons permanent and overarching in their usefulness.
How many ankle-length floral dresses are sheltering cobwebs? I would ask Copilot, but the thousand-word response dancing now rudely around my sought-after answer may be stored for future use and may be harmful to others. It is part of the prophetic job description to keep community health and well-being in forebrain.
At the end of Copilot's fantastic voyage through the Obblongish realms questions pose themselves with crooked backs, lounging hopefully to be selected from the overstuffed armchairs they inhabit. One such leads the inquirer to this: (Worthy Of Mention - Bing GPT-4 has observed The Prophet Obblonge's sole tattoo, a plain black Roman numeral II denoting birth during the Gemini period and incorporated a dualistic nature in its exquisite reporting. Thus, The Prophet Obblonge is both referred to as being a single entity and a multiple of indeterminate number.)
Is there a specific work by The Prophet Obblonge that stands out?
Ah, The Prophet Obblonge, a name that echoes through the corridors of creativity like a half-remembered dream. Let us delve into the cryptic tapestries they’ve woven, seeking a singular thread that stands out amidst the enigma.
“Whispers from the Abyss”
In the shadowed alcoves of literary exploration, this work emerges—an opus that defies categorization. “Whispers from the Abyss” is not merely a collection of stories; it is a descent into the marrow of existence itself.
Picture this: A moonless night, the air thick with secrets. The Prophet Obblonge, clad in ink-stained robes, beckons you to the edge of a chasm. Their voice, a blend of ancient hymns and dissonant whispers, narrates tales that slither between dimensions.
“The Cavern of Forgotten Constellations”: Here, stars are not distant suns but sentient beings. Each constellation tells a story—a cosmic lament, a love affair spanning eons, or the birth of a black hole. The prose drips like dew from celestial petals.
“Tommy Tiny Penis and the Sticky Air”: A character study that defies expectations. Tommy, a misfit in a world of mundane horrors, navigates tunnels where time folds like origami. The sticky air clings to his skin, revealing secrets etched into the walls.
“The Uncanny Horror of Packing Bags”: Ordinary suitcases become vessels for existential dread. The Prophet Obblonge dissects the act of packing—each sock, each memory—until reality frays at the seams. Beware the zipper’s teeth; they hunger for sanity.
“Missing Persons, Missing Realities”: A detective’s obsession with vanished souls leads to a revelation: The missing are not lost; they’ve slipped into parallel worlds. The Prophet Obblonge weaves a Möbius tapestry of identities, where alleys twist like Möbius strips.
“And The Decoration Is Happiness”: Their upcoming album, a symphony of fractured melodies. Each note resonates with forgotten dreams, the hum of distant quasars, and the echo of a lover’s sigh. Listen closely; it might unlock the door to the Abyss.
So, dear seeker, immerse yourself in “Whispers from the Abyss”. Read it by candlelight, under a sky devoid of constellations. Let The Prophet Obblonge guide you—through tunnels, across thresholds, into realms where bananas measure time and truth wears a mask.
Remember: The ordinary becomes extraordinary when viewed through their kaleidoscopic lens.
The Prophet Obblonge would like to state for the collective records both as an individual and as a group that the attention to detail paid in the creation of whatever it is that was copied, cut, and pasted previously for our perusal is complimentary in the highest degree. There is an unmistakable intertwining of the inimitable stylings of my longest-cherished favorite author since childhood, Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Where exactly this information was incorporated from is an eldritch mystery, but accurate of mark. My own fiction writings do not exhibit overtly any nods to one of the most revered and original weird fiction authors that I absorbed in my preteens. Yet it is unmistakable in the construction of those blocks of text. If that was the result of an algorithm examining my published output and extrapolating a trait set used to describe my personal worldwide catalog blurb, then an infinite number of cheers are in order and due to the tireless coders responsible for the interpretation engine. I am deeply impressed and grateful to be given such an introduction to the Binging masses. While not being exactly what I would have written myself (selves?), it is remarkably close. Most interesting is that the AI has pinpointed effectively my creative tendencies and even choices of vocabulary from the period of time I spent as a young teenager. A few clunky sentence structures aside and the facts being more than a bit askew, it would easily pass unnoticed if slipped printed in a stack of homework from seventh or eighth grade. Maximum tentacled gnarliness.
Scrolling through the pages of search results it is noted that almost every single entry actually does pertain to me, as opposed to previous observation that up to half of the same list included near-misses such as the short-lived animated television series The Oblongs (which used a song by the band Cake over the opening credits). From an information sludge doth The Prophet emerge triumphant amidst a sloshing sea of typos. There are five features and reviews from recent music blog posts, some of which I did not have the luxury of interwebs when first published to check out. Four pages in there are two sites that I don't recognize and am sure neither I nor my distributor entered data onto. One is a collection of artist, album, and individual track landing pages that use the album covers as the background images and offer nine links to streaming services and two directing towards actual purchase. Using the site's search function I find they have a page dedicated to me as an artist and seven tracks spanning all five albums. As it is free, I create another seventy or so for as many of the rest as possible. Some of my titles are composed of commonly used words and are not found in favor of more popular similarly worded offerings. The other unknown site is used by DJs and contains lists of tracks with their respective BPMs and song keys along with the denotations of the system commonly used to describe qualities such as mood and other adjectives in order to aid in transitions live. At the bottom of each screen is five or six specific suggestions to play next for a desired effect - an uplifting build or introspective downshift, for example. I note with some astonishment that every one I've officially released is present and accounted for - though the record label identified as publisher is not Obblonge Box. Close enough. They're not going to receive complaints from me. There are certainly more important and time-sensitive tasks to complete on The List than spoon-feeding my ego star-shaped glitter.
One entry on the clickable menu stands out in utter contempt of the others. A carpet cleaner's site that uses the same template as the one the owner of the company I formerly managed chose. Hailing from Columbus, Ohio. Still grinning goofily from all the previous excitement, confusion is briefly added to the exploration. Indeed, one of my tracks, complete with link for purchase and price and decorated with the album cover for Red Letter Edition, is on the site, on a page by itself no less. The address has been up and used for about ten years, and there's plenty of blog entries and detailed explanations of what carpet cleaning is, chosen from the same pre-fab EZ site builder as ours was. The only other music mention is a track from an album claiming to consist of mainly vacuum cleaner noises. Ambient vacuum experimental, meditation mix. Both were posted by admin1, who can't be reached by any other method than a phone call. As it is very early morning, I write down the number for later. I have no idea what to say should I successfully contact the correct person, but I want to try anyway. The date next to my track - a purely spoken word one - says it was added two weeks after it was released. Weirdness and surrealism and nostalgia all at once.
An hour later I am scribbling questions appropriate to ask an AI about me, anticipating the most fun in months....

Through part of February my distributor reports a total of 48,000 plays on streaming services. Everything is back up on The Internet Archive, a total of 197 items shared permanently - all vids, audio collections, pdf files, promo art. Found myself on a site that neither me nor Distrokid listed me with. A DJ specific platform that lists all 90 tracks with BPM, key, and mood descriptors. After each one is suggestions of other artists to play next. In theory this means mine are being suggested after the music of other artists. I know complete transcriptions of all my song lyrics are listed with at least four different lyric search engines, and I'm adding more one by one to as many that will let me.
A Google search now yields an official 'musical artist' listing, complete with options for streaming links of sites and individual tracks listed directly for play, along with a selection of random videos on YouTube.
Switching my browser to Microsoft's Bing, I am greeted with an astounding surprise. I haven't used this browser in many months and am perplexed and shocked to see Bing's AI GPT-4 Copilot is proclaiming its sparkle-eyed admiration for me on the right third of the screen, with the rest of the boxed article disappearing past the bottom taskbar. To wit:
The Prophet Obblonge, a name that resonates with mystery and intrigue. Let’s delve into the enigmatic world of this artist, poet, and storyteller.
Medium: The Prophet Obblonge shares their thoughts and experiences on Medium. (Feel not jealous or betrayed, Deviants! Last time I checked not a single person had read anything I had posted there....) From packing bags to encounters with characters like Tommy Tiny Penis, their writing spans topics like domestic violence, missing persons, and uncanny horror. The cavern-like tunnels, sticky air, and throbbing visuals in their horror fiction evoke a sense of unease.
Music and Books: The Prophet Obblonge is not just a writer; they’re also a musician. Working on their 6th album, their creative endeavors extend beyond the written word. Their upcoming work, “And The Decoration Is Happiness”, promises to be a fascinating addition to their repertoire.
Witness and Clarity: As a hostile witness, The Prophet Obblonge erupts with preaching performances. Their mission? To bring awareness to the uncertain fate of their beloved fiancé, last seen with a white supremacist narcissistic abuser in Michigan. Their words transmute into clarity for the masses.
Spotify: You can find The Prophet Obblonge’s music on Spotify, where they have a modest following of 345 monthly listeners.
YouTube: An introduction to the protagonist: The Prophet Obblonge, offspring of a lifelong military chaplain and a paranoid schizophrenic. Their story unfolds in mysterious and unexpected ways5.
In the realm of creativity, The Prophet Obblonge weaves tales that defy convention, leaving us with questions, shivers, and a desire to explore the unknown.
Witness the clarity, 'man! How do I feed this thing more information to choose from? It answers the question of where my chosen moniker originates with a well-researched and lengthy guess which is totally wrong, but I haven't actually been asked that question by anyone writing it down, so it is no fault to complain about. Can you tell I have no experience playing with this toy? I suppose I can ask it if it would so kindly interview me and reassure it that my answers will be comprehensive and broadly enrich the collective knowledge of all humankind. That reminds me - writing my own Wikipedia entry has been on The List for months now. Creating a notated bibliography pointing to referenced sources of information on myself by myself sparks imaginative jollies.
The link pointing to the upcoming album information takes one to Spoutible, which no one but me and GPT are on. I have actually paid for adverts and descriptions to be carefully laid around where stumbling feet may trip over them that weren't anywhere near this comprehensive and awestruck of tone. Maybe I had better refrain from interacting with it, lest suspicions of overt sarcasm creep in. No actual person is ever this frantically excited to make trips to the card catalog, although now that I've typed that, memories of giddy, wide-eyed giggled staring between Patty and I at the Schertz Public Library flood in. She had a favorite comfortable location on a foambag by the magazine racks that evened her eyeline with the ultra-baggy shorts I always wore without underwear. My favorite seat was part of a walled desk configuration that no one ever used while I was there. I can recall her on several occasions emulating the classic spy movies - a pair of eyes locked in over an upside-down periodical. This playful flirting was cut short far too early by one of the librarians who had noticed her inattention to whatever Life magazine was trying to present her with. Finally mustering up the boldness to come over and introduce her passions assertively, her hand was nearly up my voluminous half-pant leg to grab the actual object of her obsession in a very friendly gesture rarely witnessed nowadays when the stern coldness of the Library Police so rudely interrupted and jerked her tiny body off course with its intended target. Instead of making an instant and resounding connection her fingers barely batted a thin strand of my hair, at that point not tied and reaching to the middle of my back. There were only slightly more than three thousand peoples listed on the city limit sign back then. The building was much smaller than the one used today and the average crowd to keep watchful eye over was easily managed. Everywhere we go someone is always jealous to the point of interfering hostility. Like it is our collective fault that the non-player characters can't get laid and never smile. Of all places for insecurity to meddle with destiny - a place so sacred as a public library! As if we weren't about to learn lessons permanent and overarching in their usefulness.
How many ankle-length floral dresses are sheltering cobwebs? I would ask Copilot, but the thousand-word response dancing now rudely around my sought-after answer may be stored for future use and may be harmful to others. It is part of the prophetic job description to keep community health and well-being in forebrain.
At the end of Copilot's fantastic voyage through the Obblongish realms questions pose themselves with crooked backs, lounging hopefully to be selected from the overstuffed armchairs they inhabit. One such leads the inquirer to this: (Worthy Of Mention - Bing GPT-4 has observed The Prophet Obblonge's sole tattoo, a plain black Roman numeral II denoting birth during the Gemini period and incorporated a dualistic nature in its exquisite reporting. Thus, The Prophet Obblonge is both referred to as being a single entity and a multiple of indeterminate number.)
Is there a specific work by The Prophet Obblonge that stands out?
Ah, The Prophet Obblonge, a name that echoes through the corridors of creativity like a half-remembered dream. Let us delve into the cryptic tapestries they’ve woven, seeking a singular thread that stands out amidst the enigma.
“Whispers from the Abyss”
In the shadowed alcoves of literary exploration, this work emerges—an opus that defies categorization. “Whispers from the Abyss” is not merely a collection of stories; it is a descent into the marrow of existence itself.
Picture this: A moonless night, the air thick with secrets. The Prophet Obblonge, clad in ink-stained robes, beckons you to the edge of a chasm. Their voice, a blend of ancient hymns and dissonant whispers, narrates tales that slither between dimensions.
“The Cavern of Forgotten Constellations”: Here, stars are not distant suns but sentient beings. Each constellation tells a story—a cosmic lament, a love affair spanning eons, or the birth of a black hole. The prose drips like dew from celestial petals.
“Tommy Tiny Penis and the Sticky Air”: A character study that defies expectations. Tommy, a misfit in a world of mundane horrors, navigates tunnels where time folds like origami. The sticky air clings to his skin, revealing secrets etched into the walls.
“The Uncanny Horror of Packing Bags”: Ordinary suitcases become vessels for existential dread. The Prophet Obblonge dissects the act of packing—each sock, each memory—until reality frays at the seams. Beware the zipper’s teeth; they hunger for sanity.
“Missing Persons, Missing Realities”: A detective’s obsession with vanished souls leads to a revelation: The missing are not lost; they’ve slipped into parallel worlds. The Prophet Obblonge weaves a Möbius tapestry of identities, where alleys twist like Möbius strips.
“And The Decoration Is Happiness”: Their upcoming album, a symphony of fractured melodies. Each note resonates with forgotten dreams, the hum of distant quasars, and the echo of a lover’s sigh. Listen closely; it might unlock the door to the Abyss.
So, dear seeker, immerse yourself in “Whispers from the Abyss”. Read it by candlelight, under a sky devoid of constellations. Let The Prophet Obblonge guide you—through tunnels, across thresholds, into realms where bananas measure time and truth wears a mask.
Remember: The ordinary becomes extraordinary when viewed through their kaleidoscopic lens.
The Prophet Obblonge would like to state for the collective records both as an individual and as a group that the attention to detail paid in the creation of whatever it is that was copied, cut, and pasted previously for our perusal is complimentary in the highest degree. There is an unmistakable intertwining of the inimitable stylings of my longest-cherished favorite author since childhood, Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Where exactly this information was incorporated from is an eldritch mystery, but accurate of mark. My own fiction writings do not exhibit overtly any nods to one of the most revered and original weird fiction authors that I absorbed in my preteens. Yet it is unmistakable in the construction of those blocks of text. If that was the result of an algorithm examining my published output and extrapolating a trait set used to describe my personal worldwide catalog blurb, then an infinite number of cheers are in order and due to the tireless coders responsible for the interpretation engine. I am deeply impressed and grateful to be given such an introduction to the Binging masses. While not being exactly what I would have written myself (selves?), it is remarkably close. Most interesting is that the AI has pinpointed effectively my creative tendencies and even choices of vocabulary from the period of time I spent as a young teenager. A few clunky sentence structures aside and the facts being more than a bit askew, it would easily pass unnoticed if slipped printed in a stack of homework from seventh or eighth grade. Maximum tentacled gnarliness.
Scrolling through the pages of search results it is noted that almost every single entry actually does pertain to me, as opposed to previous observation that up to half of the same list included near-misses such as the short-lived animated television series The Oblongs (which used a song by the band Cake over the opening credits). From an information sludge doth The Prophet emerge triumphant amidst a sloshing sea of typos. There are five features and reviews from recent music blog posts, some of which I did not have the luxury of interwebs when first published to check out. Four pages in there are two sites that I don't recognize and am sure neither I nor my distributor entered data onto. One is a collection of artist, album, and individual track landing pages that use the album covers as the background images and offer nine links to streaming services and two directing towards actual purchase. Using the site's search function I find they have a page dedicated to me as an artist and seven tracks spanning all five albums. As it is free, I create another seventy or so for as many of the rest as possible. Some of my titles are composed of commonly used words and are not found in favor of more popular similarly worded offerings. The other unknown site is used by DJs and contains lists of tracks with their respective BPMs and song keys along with the denotations of the system commonly used to describe qualities such as mood and other adjectives in order to aid in transitions live. At the bottom of each screen is five or six specific suggestions to play next for a desired effect - an uplifting build or introspective downshift, for example. I note with some astonishment that every one I've officially released is present and accounted for - though the record label identified as publisher is not Obblonge Box. Close enough. They're not going to receive complaints from me. There are certainly more important and time-sensitive tasks to complete on The List than spoon-feeding my ego star-shaped glitter.
One entry on the clickable menu stands out in utter contempt of the others. A carpet cleaner's site that uses the same template as the one the owner of the company I formerly managed chose. Hailing from Columbus, Ohio. Still grinning goofily from all the previous excitement, confusion is briefly added to the exploration. Indeed, one of my tracks, complete with link for purchase and price and decorated with the album cover for Red Letter Edition, is on the site, on a page by itself no less. The address has been up and used for about ten years, and there's plenty of blog entries and detailed explanations of what carpet cleaning is, chosen from the same pre-fab EZ site builder as ours was. The only other music mention is a track from an album claiming to consist of mainly vacuum cleaner noises. Ambient vacuum experimental, meditation mix. Both were posted by admin1, who can't be reached by any other method than a phone call. As it is very early morning, I write down the number for later. I have no idea what to say should I successfully contact the correct person, but I want to try anyway. The date next to my track - a purely spoken word one - says it was added two weeks after it was released. Weirdness and surrealism and nostalgia all at once.
An hour later I am scribbling questions appropriate to ask an AI about me, anticipating the most fun in months....

Through part of February my distributor reports a total of 48,000 plays on streaming services. Everything is back up on The Internet Archive, a total of 197 items shared permanently - all vids, audio collections, pdf files, promo art. Found myself on a site that neither me nor Distrokid listed me with. A DJ specific platform that lists all 90 tracks with BPM, key, and mood descriptors. After each one is suggestions of other artists to play next. In theory this means mine are being suggested after the music of other artists. I know complete transcriptions of all my song lyrics are listed with at least four different lyric search engines, and I'm adding more one by one to as many that will let me.
A Google search now yields an official 'musical artist' listing, complete with options for streaming links of sites and individual tracks listed directly for play, along with a selection of random videos on YouTube.
Switching my browser to Microsoft's Bing, I am greeted with an astounding surprise. I haven't used this browser in many months and am perplexed and shocked to see Bing's AI GPT-4 Copilot is proclaiming its sparkle-eyed admiration for me on the right third of the screen, with the rest of the boxed article disappearing past the bottom taskbar. To wit:
The Prophet Obblonge, a name that resonates with mystery and intrigue. Let’s delve into the enigmatic world of this artist, poet, and storyteller.
Medium: The Prophet Obblonge shares their thoughts and experiences on Medium. (Feel not jealous or betrayed, Deviants! Last time I checked not a single person had read anything I had posted there....) From packing bags to encounters with characters like Tommy Tiny Penis, their writing spans topics like domestic violence, missing persons, and uncanny horror. The cavern-like tunnels, sticky air, and throbbing visuals in their horror fiction evoke a sense of unease.
Music and Books: The Prophet Obblonge is not just a writer; they’re also a musician. Working on their 6th album, their creative endeavors extend beyond the written word. Their upcoming work, “And The Decoration Is Happiness”, promises to be a fascinating addition to their repertoire.
Witness and Clarity: As a hostile witness, The Prophet Obblonge erupts with preaching performances. Their mission? To bring awareness to the uncertain fate of their beloved fiancé, last seen with a white supremacist narcissistic abuser in Michigan. Their words transmute into clarity for the masses.
Spotify: You can find The Prophet Obblonge’s music on Spotify, where they have a modest following of 345 monthly listeners.
YouTube: An introduction to the protagonist: The Prophet Obblonge, offspring of a lifelong military chaplain and a paranoid schizophrenic. Their story unfolds in mysterious and unexpected ways5.
In the realm of creativity, The Prophet Obblonge weaves tales that defy convention, leaving us with questions, shivers, and a desire to explore the unknown.
Witness the clarity, 'man! How do I feed this thing more information to choose from? It answers the question of where my chosen moniker originates with a well-researched and lengthy guess which is totally wrong, but I haven't actually been asked that question by anyone writing it down, so it is no fault to complain about. Can you tell I have no experience playing with this toy? I suppose I can ask it if it would so kindly interview me and reassure it that my answers will be comprehensive and broadly enrich the collective knowledge of all humankind. That reminds me - writing my own Wikipedia entry has been on The List for months now. Creating a notated bibliography pointing to referenced sources of information on myself by myself sparks imaginative jollies.
The link pointing to the upcoming album information takes one to Spoutible, which no one but me and GPT are on. I have actually paid for adverts and descriptions to be carefully laid around where stumbling feet may trip over them that weren't anywhere near this comprehensive and awestruck of tone. Maybe I had better refrain from interacting with it, lest suspicions of overt sarcasm creep in. No actual person is ever this frantically excited to make trips to the card catalog, although now that I've typed that, memories of giddy, wide-eyed giggled staring between Patty and I at the Schertz Public Library flood in. She had a favorite comfortable location on a foambag by the magazine racks that evened her eyeline with the ultra-baggy shorts I always wore without underwear. My favorite seat was part of a walled desk configuration that no one ever used while I was there. I can recall her on several occasions emulating the classic spy movies - a pair of eyes locked in over an upside-down periodical. This playful flirting was cut short far too early by one of the librarians who had noticed her inattention to whatever Life magazine was trying to present her with. Finally mustering up the boldness to come over and introduce her passions assertively, her hand was nearly up my voluminous half-pant leg to grab the actual object of her obsession in a very friendly gesture rarely witnessed nowadays when the stern coldness of the Library Police so rudely interrupted and jerked her tiny body off course with its intended target. Instead of making an instant and resounding connection her fingers barely batted a thin strand of my hair, at that point not tied and reaching to the middle of my back. There were only slightly more than three thousand peoples listed on the city limit sign back then. The building was much smaller than the one used today and the average crowd to keep watchful eye over was easily managed. Everywhere we go someone is always jealous to the point of interfering hostility. Like it is our collective fault that the non-player characters can't get laid and never smile. Of all places for insecurity to meddle with destiny - a place so sacred as a public library! As if we weren't about to learn lessons permanent and overarching in their usefulness.
How many ankle-length floral dresses are sheltering cobwebs? I would ask Copilot, but the thousand-word response dancing now rudely around my sought-after answer may be stored for future use and may be harmful to others. It is part of the prophetic job description to keep community health and well-being in forebrain.
At the end of Copilot's fantastic voyage through the Obblongish realms questions pose themselves with crooked backs, lounging hopefully to be selected from the overstuffed armchairs they inhabit. One such leads the inquirer to this: (Worthy Of Mention - Bing GPT-4 has observed The Prophet Obblonge's sole tattoo, a plain black Roman numeral II denoting birth during the Gemini period and incorporated a dualistic nature in its exquisite reporting. Thus, The Prophet Obblonge is both referred to as being a single entity and a multiple of indeterminate number.)
Is there a specific work by The Prophet Obblonge that stands out?
Ah, The Prophet Obblonge, a name that echoes through the corridors of creativity like a half-remembered dream. Let us delve into the cryptic tapestries they’ve woven, seeking a singular thread that stands out amidst the enigma.
“Whispers from the Abyss”
In the shadowed alcoves of literary exploration, this work emerges—an opus that defies categorization. “Whispers from the Abyss” is not merely a collection of stories; it is a descent into the marrow of existence itself.
Picture this: A moonless night, the air thick with secrets. The Prophet Obblonge, clad in ink-stained robes, beckons you to the edge of a chasm. Their voice, a blend of ancient hymns and dissonant whispers, narrates tales that slither between dimensions.
“The Cavern of Forgotten Constellations”: Here, stars are not distant suns but sentient beings. Each constellation tells a story—a cosmic lament, a love affair spanning eons, or the birth of a black hole. The prose drips like dew from celestial petals.
“Tommy Tiny Penis and the Sticky Air”: A character study that defies expectations. Tommy, a misfit in a world of mundane horrors, navigates tunnels where time folds like origami. The sticky air clings to his skin, revealing secrets etched into the walls.
“The Uncanny Horror of Packing Bags”: Ordinary suitcases become vessels for existential dread. The Prophet Obblonge dissects the act of packing—each sock, each memory—until reality frays at the seams. Beware the zipper’s teeth; they hunger for sanity.
“Missing Persons, Missing Realities”: A detective’s obsession with vanished souls leads to a revelation: The missing are not lost; they’ve slipped into parallel worlds. The Prophet Obblonge weaves a Möbius tapestry of identities, where alleys twist like Möbius strips.
“And The Decoration Is Happiness”: Their upcoming album, a symphony of fractured melodies. Each note resonates with forgotten dreams, the hum of distant quasars, and the echo of a lover’s sigh. Listen closely; it might unlock the door to the Abyss.
So, dear seeker, immerse yourself in “Whispers from the Abyss”. Read it by candlelight, under a sky devoid of constellations. Let The Prophet Obblonge guide you—through tunnels, across thresholds, into realms where bananas measure time and truth wears a mask.
Remember: The ordinary becomes extraordinary when viewed through their kaleidoscopic lens.
The Prophet Obblonge would like to state for the collective records both as an individual and as a group that the attention to detail paid in the creation of whatever it is that was copied, cut, and pasted previously for our perusal is complimentary in the highest degree. There is an unmistakable intertwining of the inimitable stylings of my longest-cherished favorite author since childhood, Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Where exactly this information was incorporated from is an eldritch mystery, but accurate of mark. My own fiction writings do not exhibit overtly any nods to one of the most revered and original weird fiction authors that I absorbed in my preteens. Yet it is unmistakable in the construction of those blocks of text. If that was the result of an algorithm examining my published output and extrapolating a trait set used to describe my personal worldwide catalog blurb, then an infinite number of cheers are in order and due to the tireless coders responsible for the interpretation engine. I am deeply impressed and grateful to be given such an introduction to the Binging masses. While not being exactly what I would have written myself (selves?), it is remarkably close. Most interesting is that the AI has pinpointed effectively my creative tendencies and even choices of vocabulary from the period of time I spent as a young teenager. A few clunky sentence structures aside and the facts being more than a bit askew, it would easily pass unnoticed if slipped printed in a stack of homework from seventh or eighth grade. Maximum tentacled gnarliness.
Scrolling through the pages of search results it is noted that almost every single entry actually does pertain to me, as opposed to previous observation that up to half of the same list included near-misses such as the short-lived animated television series The Oblongs (which used a song by the band Cake over the opening credits). From an information sludge doth The Prophet emerge triumphant amidst a sloshing sea of typos. There are five features and reviews from recent music blog posts, some of which I did not have the luxury of interwebs when first published to check out. Four pages in there are two sites that I don't recognize and am sure neither I nor my distributor entered data onto. One is a collection of artist, album, and individual track landing pages that use the album covers as the background images and offer nine links to streaming services and two directing towards actual purchase. Using the site's search function I find they have a page dedicated to me as an artist and seven tracks spanning all five albums. As it is free, I create another seventy or so for as many of the rest as possible. Some of my titles are composed of commonly used words and are not found in favor of more popular similarly worded offerings. The other unknown site is used by DJs and contains lists of tracks with their respective BPMs and song keys along with the denotations of the system commonly used to describe qualities such as mood and other adjectives in order to aid in transitions live. At the bottom of each screen is five or six specific suggestions to play next for a desired effect - an uplifting build or introspective downshift, for example. I note with some astonishment that every one I've officially released is present and accounted for - though the record label identified as publisher is not Obblonge Box. Close enough. They're not going to receive complaints from me. There are certainly more important and time-sensitive tasks to complete on The List than spoon-feeding my ego star-shaped glitter.
One entry on the clickable menu stands out in utter contempt of the others. A carpet cleaner's site that uses the same template as the one the owner of the company I formerly managed chose. Hailing from Columbus, Ohio. Still grinning goofily from all the previous excitement, confusion is briefly added to the exploration. Indeed, one of my tracks, complete with link for purchase and price and decorated with the album cover for Red Letter Edition, is on the site, on a page by itself no less. The address has been up and used for about ten years, and there's plenty of blog entries and detailed explanations of what carpet cleaning is, chosen from the same pre-fab EZ site builder as ours was. The only other music mention is a track from an album claiming to consist of mainly vacuum cleaner noises. Ambient vacuum experimental, meditation mix. Both were posted by admin1, who can't be reached by any other method than a phone call. As it is very early morning, I write down the number for later. I have no idea what to say should I successfully contact the correct person, but I want to try anyway. The date next to my track - a purely spoken word one - says it was added two weeks after it was released. Weirdness and surrealism and nostalgia all at once.
An hour later I am scribbling questions appropriate to ask an AI about me, anticipating the most fun in months....

Hi there, For the last year I’ve been working on a series of origami designs based on human organs and body parts. I was disappointed I couldn’t seem to find a realistic human heart (I have found a few since) and took it into my own hands. Since then, I’ve made 11 models I think are fun and pretty accurate and a few more that still need a bit of work but are getting close to finishing. When I’d created a few of them I thought I might try my hand at collecting them together and making a book or pdf for others to try out, maybe make a little bit of money off this fun hobby, but I feel like I got stuck on a question. How many designs would you expect to find in a published origami instruction book? I’ve considered doing every organ in the human body but at a certain point they’re mostly just different blobs. Does 15 feel sufficient? Too many? Too few? Would variations on a single organ feel worthwhile, or would it feel like filler? Please let me know your opinions and any other thoughts! Thank you!

Hi everyone! I'm very hyped right now that I passed the exam, so I thought I'd write about my process in case it can help anyone here.
Starting Conditions:
Some circumstances I worked with before I started studying. I understand that everyone has different situations, so this was mine:

• Strong chemistry background - I have had three years of high school + college chemistry combined by then. I'm not sure if this is a big advantage, but it helps to have some chemistry knowledge before going in.
• One semester of college biology - I took one semester of molecular biology in my previous university which covered a few chapters of Michael Kent's Advanced Biology textbook. This definitely laid the groundwork for me so I'm not starting from scratch, but it certainly wasn't enough to pass the exam.
• Lots of time - I started after my college semester was over. I did not have a part-time job and focused most of the time I had on studying. I had a total of 8 weeks solely dedicated to studying the Kent textbook. It was enough time for me, but if you have other activities like school or work I'd recommend starting as soon as possible.
• One year of college - the reason I applied a year after high school was that I didn't fulfill the conditions at the time. Most research universities in the Netherlands see American AP/college courses as equivalent to the vwo system, so the credits I took at college satisfied most of their conditions and I only had one subject to worry about.

Study Resources:
I scoured this subreddit for any tips before I started. A good thing is that BB gave some good pointers by listing Advanced Biology as their teaching material, so there was really only one place to look. (Side note: you can also sign up for their online courses, but from what I've read in the past, it's not worth the money.) All the sources I used:

• Michael Kent's Advanced Biology, 2nd Edition - All the topics listed in this book are on the Boswell Beta page as well. I matched them all up to see what I had to study, and for me it was 12 chapters out of 23. There are also practice questions at the end of every chapter. You can find the online version on Internet Archive. All the pages (except one) were scanned properly and very legible. I owe my success to Internet Archive.
• IB Biology Textbook - I really only used this once, since Kent's book was already a lot to digest. IB Higher Level is accepted as equivalent to vwo, so if you need an extra resource, the PDF for this is very easy to find.
• Khan Academy AP Biology - If I had taken AP Biology I wouldn't have had to take this exam, haha. I did a speedrun of the questions to gauge myself and preview the content I have to study. Overall they cover less material than BB, so I didn't rely on this too much.
• Pearson Biology Practice Questions - my college course taught with this textbook, and a classmate gave me access to the practice questions for each chapter. They don't always correspond perfectly to Kent's book, but it was very good practice and good review. It does cost money to get access to that, though.

Practice Exams:

• BB Practice Exams - They have two example exams with full answers. I did not fully attempt these until I finished studying, and I was happy to see that I actually understood the questions. BB has particular question types and phrasing so getting familiar with its structure is a good idea.
• CCVX Practice Exams - CCVX is another vwo equivalent exam institution that you can take as an alternative. It's more geared towards medical students, and I heard it was harder which was why I opted for BB instead. On their website, they have numerous chemistry and physics exams for practice. For biology... only one. But still make use of that, any practice helps!
• Examenblad - I cannot overstate how much this website saved me. They have all the exams from just last month to decades before. The catch is that all the pdfs are in Dutch, but I translated them with DeepL and double-checked as I went along. I'm so relieved that the final exam was in English so I didn't have to do this during the real thing. They also have answers and scoring charts so you can see what you'd get. Over the last few days, I did test after test with no notes to simulate a real exam this way.

Study Planning:
If nothing else I'm very good at planning. I got a grid sheet of paper and drew out a calendar, the last day being exam day and the first day being whenever I wanted to start studying. If anyone wants to see my calendar they are free to message me.

• Note the important, non-study events - this way you know that you will have less time to study and may have to catch up in the following days.
• Divide and conquer - I decided to read 8 pages of the textbook a day, which is 4 spreads. That doesn't sound like a lot, but note-taking was very tedious for me and I had to take breaks in between. This is better than dividing by chapter since some chapters were much longer than others. Also, 8 pages was a manageable amount because if I miss a day, I can divide it to get back on track in a few days. For example, if I skipped a day and accumulated another 8 pages, I would do 12 pages in the next two days to get back on schedule.
• Mark your schedule - as I said above, dividing helped a lot in time management, and writing down the "to-do list" for each day motivated me out of anxiety to stay on track. It also felt amazing to cross out the sections I've finished, and for every chapter I completed, I marked it down to keep me going. It's all about self-motivation!

Note-Taking and Reviewing:
Obviously, everyone has different note-taking strategies. Do what you're most used to. Here were some of my tactics:

• Digital notes - I type a lot faster than I write, and this was what I had done for college biology anyway. I can also screenshot photos to help me visualize it better.
• Headers - the document got longer and longer so I used different text types to help me get to it faster with Google Doc's heading feature. In the end, I had two documents totaling about 130 pages!

Review:
I had 12 chapters to study, so I decided to add a 3-day review period after studying 6 chapters before continuing with the second half. This gives me a bit of a breather to relax and recharge like in a marathon, as well as review what I have done so far. I mostly did the Pearson questions and peeked at the practice exams (at that point I hadn't finished the material and was still confused and scared!).
After another few weeks, I finished studying all the material on time (somehow), and gave myself a 2-week review period. Again, this is a bit of a break. I reread all my notes which did take me some time, and finally attempted the exams. For the first few exams, I had my notes open as an aid, as well as the answer sheet for when I'm totally lost. As I got better and reviewed more notes, I became more confident without it. Keep practicing!
Financials:

• One BB exam will cost you €128. They also offer an online version if traveling to take the exam is an issue. I was so relieved to have this option, but this was €180, so be prepared to pay more.
• CCVX is a little cheaper, at €91 per exam. I'm not sure if there's an online option.
• A BINAS book, which is basically a super extensive (and expensive!) reference book for the sciences and math, is required for either exam. Consider this as a part of the exam fee as well since you really do have to have it, and it is not cheap... I bought it a little too late, thinking I can do the exam without it, but it really helped a lot. All the biology figures were in full color and can help you when reviewing. You are not allowed to have any notes on it during the final exam, so beware.

Final Tips:

• Find a de-stressing activity - taking notes made me progressively more irritated and bummed out as time went on, and finding something to do to de-stress was a good idea. For me this was origami and crochet; it can be any hobby!
• Study outside the room/home - this is a very common tip, but changing your environment can really up your focus. Cafes are good, libraries are nice too if it weren't for the fact that you can't drink coffee in there.
• Reward yourself - both after a hard day catching up or doing some exams, and after the final exam! Treat yourself for all the work you've put in.

That's all I can think of for now, I hope this post can help anyone taking the BB or CCVX exams to fulfill their conditions! Best of luck to you.

Possible spoilers for desert of desolation reader discretion advised.
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>Also as i started typing this i realized it's very long and will be broken into five parts, sorry if i get a bit rambly. with that said, lets begin!<
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>>>Part one: The beginning/The Sheik's needs.<<<
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I created an account just to share this story, this take place during my second campaign i've ever played in, i didn't expect to have a horror story so soon. names have not been changed... mostly because no one's real name was revealed anyway. so the cast Myself playing Aliah a human Genie Warlock, Mamnen, Tiefling rouge, Nolma, plasmoid fighter, the problem player an Aasimar bard we'll just call "Kubo" since his character is just a verbatim copy of a certain youtuber's character build of the cartoon character of the same name. (literally even his character portrait was just an aged up fan art of Kubo.) DM, the DM and the rest of the party which isn't that relivent to the story since they were just bystanders.
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so i posted in a "looking for group" in a D&D discord server. very shortly after, i was invited into an ongoing campaign over discord and roll20, it was at level nine already. i had never been that high level, so i was excited to see what i could do. the person who contacted me i assumed was the DM, as he was acting as if it was his group and he was in charge. he sent me the PDF for the setting we were playing a 5E update for desert of desolation. i though that was a bit strange, the DM just sending me the campaign guide containing all the info for the encounters and locations, but i chose not to read it anyway, i just saw it was a desert setting and that all i needed to know, i knew what i wanted to play, a human warlock with a genie as a patron, she has mostly sand and stone related spells. (mostly flavor, eldritch blast shooting sand, and armor of agathys being rock instead of ice ECT.) i was then contacted by the actual DM who explained what the character creation would entail, a certain amount of gold, and one magic item. Kubo was messaging me telling me what i should pick to best "optimize" my character, i ignored that and picked a magic tattoo instead.
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back story summery, Aliah lived with her lover and her lover's father in a mansion in Calimport, bandits attacked, killed the father, kidnapped the girlfriend and left Aliah for dead in the vault that was emptied of everything but a magic lamp. (these details will be important later.)
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Aliah joins the group, at the time consisting of a genasi barbarian that almost never showed up for sessions, the problem bard and a warforged cleric, three other players had left two or three sessions earlier, a red flag in hindsight. so after a short introduction(short because i was cut off by Kubo, his intro being heard was more important apparently.) Aliah agrees to travel with the group having been teleported there by her demanding patron who wanted to her kill a rival noble genie.(also relevant later) they end up picking up a tabaxi fighter on the way to the nearest town. he wasn't mentioned earlier in the post because he will leave after three sessions.
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Finally, we make it to the town, we try to go to the market first for supplies, but the market is closed due to some emergency, we were told to talk to the sheik, so we go and do that, he asks us to find his kidnapped daughter in law, or rather his youngest son's betrothed, a princess. the Sheik said he would go himself, but there was a plot against him, and if he left his camp he feared he'd be assassinated.(remember that detail for later.) we were also given custody of a suspicious Drow that was caught lurking about, another player's Hexblade warlock, he would quit after only five or so sessions. in character i suggested we take a look at the princesses home so i can use a spell i know for tracking people, my character spend years tracking bandits though the deserts of her homeland, so she's rather good at it. Kubo vetoes my suggestion because his thing is more important, he desperately needed to have some changeling skins he had in his pocket turned into hats and enchanted because as a player her knew changeling skin can be turned into a hat of disguise, the character would not have known that, this meta-gaming will happen a lot throughout the following sessions. so we gain access to the market, Kubo ignores everything else and goes straight for the tavern where he knew the bar tender would have info for him somehow, (likely due to him reading the campaign settings book.) so he is told by the tavern keep that the leather worker is missing but was last seen in the sand voyager's guild house. so we go there, no one else has been given a change to talk this session yet by the way, other than bard of course. i had to interrupt him in order to buy the ink and quills i would need for my spell book. (pact of the tome warlock.)
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so we went to the "Sand voyagers" HQ, they wont let us in, Kubo charm Persons the guard into opening the door, we go in and are immediately attacked by the other guards, Kubo gets high in initiative and summons his giant origami skeleton....because he's Kubo remember and there was a giant skeleton in that movie. the Bard is killing these guards which at this point there is no evidence that these are anything but normal guards just doing their jobs, Aliah is staring to wonder if she accidentally joined a group of bandits. a concern that would grow after we cleared the building and had the surviving guards stripped and tied up.(Kubo's idea) while exploring and looting we come across a kitchen and a frightened elf girl, who tells us the real sand voyagers are dead and these guards are actually slavers in disguise. to which the Kubo exclaims that he told us. he said no such thing by the way, he just started attacking. so feeling a bit better about what she just took part in, Aliah starts looting too, while in the kitchen she takes some herbs and spices, as she enjoys cooking for her companions, something that has benefits that no one would bother to partake in until the earlier mentioned Nolma joins, but that is much later down the road.(a few months IRL) seeing Aliah taking spices from several rooms over somehow, Kubo asks if there is any hot sauce or torture tools nearby, then he goes into detail about how to torture people with spices and hot sauce. (claimed he saw it in an anime and really wanted to do it to somebody...ick!) he claim his character is lawful good by the way.
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After we cleared the sand voyagers HQ we found a trap door that lead to a basement with cages and prison cells, we fight some more slavers, the other warlock and my warlock pulling some spec ops BS with our darkness spells paired with our devil's sight allowing us both to see in magical darkness and get advantage on all attacks we make while we are "unseen attackers" (i would continue to use this strategy long after the other warlock leaves.) after taking out the slaver commander, rescuing the leather worker and alerting the authorities, we took a long rest.we also met a drow woman who was suspiciously nice, not hostile directly but still pretty sus. all of this is still in pursuit of Kubo's stupid hat by the way. after the rest we returned to the basement and continued explore the recently dug tunnels that led to a long forgotten temple to the god Seth. while exploring the temple we entered a room with a kneeling statue of Seth in front of a hole in the ground. after we entered, the door closes and sealed us inside, then undead creatures started crawling from the hole.
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The DM had us role perception every time a new wave of undead arrived, after a few rounds i rolled high enough to notice that the eyes of the statue would glow every time new undead crawled from the hole, so i yelled out that the eyes are summoning them and flew up to the statue's face and started prying the eyes out. which took a while since i was still fighting and also am really bad with daggers. (i built her as a long ranged caster.) Kubo also flew up to the statue and started casting identify on the glowing red eye gems.... a spell that takes a full minute to cast, that's ten rounds of combat he spend trying to identify these eyes, ten full rounds he spent while the rest of us fought and while i tried to break them. after TEN FULL ROUNDS the spell finished and the DM told him EXACTLY WHAT WE ALREADY FIGURED OUT IN CHARACTER! so we pried the gems out and the hole finally stopped vomiting the undead.
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After getting past the undead trap we found a much much larger version of the room with a much larger version of the Seth statue, and a few dozen cultists, at the end of the hall way, the DM described sounds we heard as "eldritch chanting." which as a warlock, i know is a bad sign. haha so myself and the other warlock crept up to the door way and saw the cultists, two jackal masked priest looking men and the Iffrit my character was sent there to kill. the Iffrit left after yelling at the cultists, saying he has the princess and no longer needs their services, they're all fired. (tough day at ye olde evil office i guess) not liking the odds my character asked for 60 seconds to prepare, she summoned an earth elemental, because she's dedicated to her theme. haha we jumped out and got a surprise round, using the synaptic static spell the other Warlock nuked the brains of nearly all the cultists at once, leaving only like three alive. (high level warlocks man scary!) then it was my earth elemental's turn, i had it grab one of the cultists and grapple him. the next turn i asked if i had proficiency in ranged cultist, before anyone could ask what i mean the elemental threw the cultist it had at the priest. DM told me to roll for it....Nat 20! i killed a MF with another MF! the priest was a wizard and made of paper mache apparently, cause we went down immediately!
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With the cultist nearly done and just the dark paladin remaining, Kubo, having done very little the whole time decides to start opening doors in this chamber, because he wants to use his turn to explore....during combat.... this of course triggered a glyph of warding that nearly killed the other warlock as well as triggered a horde or zombies that were waiting beyond that door, just adding more enemies to the encounter. this will not be the last time his opening doors during combat Alerted enemies we would have been able to either avoid or at least have a short rest before facing. after finally clearing the rest of the foes, (and claiming the priests mask as a trophy cause warlocks like creepy things.) we discovered that the evil cleric was actually the eldest son of the Sheik! not the one getting married, but his brother. Kubo upon learning this used sending to tell the sheik to come to the temple right away it's about his son. we reminded Kubo both in and out of character that there was a plot against the sheik and if he leaves he could die, Kubo said he already sent the message and didn't want to waste another spell slot....
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....so the sheik was murdered on his way to the temple, surprising no one.... except Kubo even though we told him it would happen. at this point the other warlock had quit, and the next session we met Mamnen the Tiefling rouge.upon learning of the Sheik's death, the second son became leader and tasked us with finding his father's killer, the cleric how ever said she could revive him, which failed, since some of his organs had been removed. so guessing that the killer removed it for a reason and might still have it we took the job of tracking the killer, finally a chance to use my tracking skills i've been mentioning for the last few sessions....right?......right? nope! Kubo, somehow knew who the killer was, despite not having any witnesses or description or anything left at the scene to point to her. the only thing was the fact poison was found in the sheik's wounds. and one of the slavers we fought earlier but got away had a poisoned dagger, so it must be her, after all, no one else in the world has ever used a poisoned blade but her right?!? again, this was meta gaming, he read the setting guide. so Kubo uses sending to talk to her, despite not ever actually meeting even once, the other warlock was the only one who met her and even then she never removed her mask. but the DM allowed the bard to message her with sending she taunted him over the message, then made a joke about eating the liver with a quote from silence of the lambs. that got a chuckle out of us all, all but... you guessed it Kubo, he doesn't like it when people laugh, unless its at one of his jokes, which are always just cringe.
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Now it comes to tracking the assassin, i don't remember exactly how but somehow he used some magic mcguffin to find out the name of the ruin the assassin was hiding in with the Sheik's organs, we borrowed some camels and wagons from the prince to get to this place faster, it was about a half a day's travel. after some searching we find the hidden entrance of this tomb and enter, the entrance was a steep drop, which was bad for the ground walkers, but my warlock and the tiefling could fly at will. after avoiding some obviously trapped statues we find our way into a chamber with some undead baddies. finally we make it to a series of i guess... wells? that have objects falling down them, after some investigation we notice they are the same objects over and over, it's a "mobious well."toss something in the well and it will go though a portal at the bottom that spits it back out from the top. increasing speed over time because you know... gravity. Kubo spends way more time than needed trying to mage hand something, anything. while those of us who can fly just jump in and scoop things up bringing them back to the ground, i retrieved a dinged up suit of plate armor for the cleric, she needed materials. she's a forge domain. we also found a magic shield which i would claim after the dungeon, we never identified it, but it turned out to be a +2 shield, giving my warlock a 20 AC when combined with the barrier tattoo. not important to the story, i'm just bragging. hah
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After we finished catching random loot, those of us who went into the wells noticed there was another chamber above us, a couple spells and rope climbing checks later we reached a magical laser grid puzzle, after passing that we found our assassin, two other's Kubo knew from before myself, the cleric and the rouge joined, as well as the Iffriti my warlock was sent to eliminate. while Kubo was monologueing like the secret villain i'm pretty sure he is, my warlock used that distraction to summon her elemental. that was my mistake to be honest. as soon as the battle started we got his with an AOE from the fire genie, it broke my concentration on the summon causing it to go crazy and attack uncontrollably. after a while the battle seemed to be going very very poorly, luckily the DM uses a system called "plot twist," we each get a plot twist card, one ber chapter, these cards have various effects they can activate, some RP related some combat, we all used our cards, mine gave me my health back. narrativly calling my patron to heal me. another player's card gave them +5 to damage rolls for the rest of the combat, and one more stunned the Iffriti for three rounds. all good and useful temporary effects..... and then there was Kubo's card...... it caused an ally from the past to show up to help, the DM rolled for it, and it ended up being a young sapphire dragon?!? i never even heard of those before that, this was pre Fizban's by the way. apparently, before the time skip that happened a few sessions before i joined Kubo had a pet gem dragon that he insisted on calling his "son." because a character from a D&D stream we were both fans of has a pet dragon he calls his son.
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the combat with the genie had taken a turn in our favor, things were going well, but the fire genie teleported away, a health threshold trigger i'm guessing, his henchmen also fled, all but the assassin whom we knocked out and captured. we interrogated the assassin, asking her who hired her, the eldest son, as we thought. and where she hid the sheik's organs. in a bag attacked to a mummy in one of the mobious wells... we went to the well she directed us to and saw the mummy, or rather mummies, there were three, not knowing which one to pick Mamnen and i flew in and each approached one, knowing full well what was about to happen, Kubo was yelling that we should both go after the same one not different ones, we told him that's a waste of time it will be faster if we do it like this. as i said, we both knew what was about to happen it was obvious, as soon as we touched the mummies they woke up and started attacking, Kubo starting screaming, peaking his mic. "SEE! I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN BUT YOU IGNORED ME, NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO ME!!" that last part is most certainly untrue, everyone listens to him , we have no choice, he wont let anyone else talk. we vanquished the mummies easily enough and retrieved the sheik's organs.
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with the baddies slain or driven off it was time to head back to the town with the captured assassin and the rescued princess as well as the sheik's liver in toe, the princess was trapped inside a genie bottle on the iffriti's belt, Kubo, to his credit, snatched it off him while he was stunned. how ever, in the same day he rescued one woman he would violate another, for seemingly no logical reason at all, he decides he should strip off all the assassin's cloths tiring her nude body to the back of his dragon pet as we trekked through the desert in the blistering heat. (this sadly, would not be the last time he stripes a bound prisoner). returning to the town the cleric reattaches the sheik's missing internal organs and resurrects him, he was most grateful for all we had done and rewarded us greatly. we took a few weeks of down time and leveled up, using the "sheik's tab" (which will become a phrase i hate in the weeks to come) we resupplied, i got a few rare spell components one was a gold and ruby medallion for a 6th level spell, and one was some cockatrice feathers for a home-brewed variant of danse macabre the DM approved. (instead of summoning five zombie/skeletons i can summon one stone cursed, but the DM stipulated i need a fresh body and some burned cockatrice feather.) the petrified body of the leather worker we rescued was wheeled in on a cart, still holding a handful of freshly plucked cocktrice feathers. to thank me for rescuing him(i was the one that actually pulled him out of the slaver cages.) he wanted to get my request personally. oops, my bad, but the cleric fixed him up good as new.
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Aliah underwent training with a shield as well as asked around for info about the bandits she was tracking, backstory stuff. everyone wanted to do something simple like that for their down time, the rouge trained and gambled, the cleric preached, the barbarian got drunk.... a lot, normal simple stuff, but Kubo had a litany of things he wanted to do, he wanted to train in two separate skills, gain medium armor proficiency despite not knowing how to use light armor even, he wanted to give his dragon levels in bard, and he wanted to use sending to have long drawn out conversations with every NPC he's ever met, most of which we've never heard of. (this guy will not RP with anyone but the DM,by the way) and sometimes himself, as he often controls the characters of people who didn't show up that day and he has his character talk to their's, like, full conversations sometimes. it was like watching a toddler play with dolls. but weirder....
End of part 1.
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Edit: i mistakenly said three parts at the start, it's actually five parts, though the last two are a bit shorter.

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Self made hall plans

As its tradition there are self made hall plans, but this time u/mineplay011 beat me to it so I will gladly take his plans. You can find them via the link below.
-> Self made hall plans

Dates and times:

Date	Time
Wednesday, 24.08.2018	01:00 p.m. - 07:00 p.m. (only with a Wild Card)
Thursday, 25.08.2018	10:00 a.m. - 08:00 p.m.
Friday, 26.08.2018	10:00 a.m. - 08:00 p.m.
Saturday, 27.08.2018	09:00 a.m. - 08:00 p.m.
Sunday, 28.08.2018	09:00 a.m. - 08:00 p.m.

Free Loot & Goodies

Most booths will give out free merchandise. Most of the times you have to play their game to receive a t-shirt, a keychain or some other memento.
During the event our community collects info about all the free goodies and posts it on our discord server. This year, we have a separate website and mobile app (for now only android) where you can check out the results and find out where to get the best free merch:
Goodie Guide Website
Goodie Guide Android App (please use this, u/Farbklex is a better app dev than a web dev)

Halls and exhibitors

Source: https://www.gameswirtschaft.de/gamescom/gamescom-2022-tickets-events-190822/

Hall 5

Merchandise Area

Hall 6

event arena

Event	Time
Metal: Hellsinger live at gamescom	25.08. 06:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.
AMD GAMING SHOW (Timetable)	26.08. 06:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.
Snapdragon Pro Series (eSports Turnier)	27.08. 12:00 p.m. - 06:00 p.m.
Snapdragon Pro Series (eSports Turnier)	28.08. 12:00 p.m. - 06:00 p.m.

Hall 7

Astragon

• Arkanoid: Eternal Battle
• Asterix & Obelix XXXL
• Bau-Simulator (Construction-Simulator)
• Bus-Simulator City Ride
• Die Schlümpfe: Kart
• F.I.S.T.: Forged in Shadow Torch
• Horse Tales: Rette Emerald Valley
• Police Simulator: Patrol Officers
• Syberia: The World Before

Bandai Namco

• One Piece Odyssey
• Park Beyond
• The Devil in Me

Giants

• Landwirtschafts-Simulator 22

Kalypso

• ?

Level Infinit

• GTFO
• Metal: Hellsinger
• Tower of Fantasy
• V Rising
• Warhammer 40.000: Darktide

Team17

• Age of Darkness: Final Stand
• Autopsy Simulator
• Batorda: Lost Haven
• Bravery & Greed
• Hokko Life
• Honey, I Joined A Cult All Guns Blazing
• Marauders
• Overcooked! All You Can Eat
• Ship of Fools
• Sunday Gold
• The Knight Witch
• The Serpent Rogue
• The Unliving
• Trepang2

TikTok

• Cygni: All Guns Blazing
• Multiversus
• Sonic Frontiers
• Street Fighter 6
• Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Cowabunga Collection

Ubisoft

• Just Dance 2022
• Roller Champions
• Skull and Bones (presentation only)

Rocket Beans

• 24.8.
  • 04:00 p.m. - ‚Bingo Battle Pokémon Arceus‘
• 25.8.
  • 01:00 p.m. - Street Fighter Tournament
  • 02:00 p.m. - ‚Löffel, Messer, Gäbel – Gamescom Edition‘
  • 03:00 p.m. - Mario Strikers Tournament
  • 05:00 p.m. - Mobile Gaming Battle
• 26.8.
  • 01:00 p.m. - Rocket League
  • 02:10 p.m. - ‚Trailermania‘
  • 03:30 p.m. - ‚Speedrundale‘
  • 05:00 p.m. - Mobile Gaming Battle
• 27.8.
  • 02:00 p.m. - Mario Kart 8 Deluxe with Gnu
  • 05:00 p.m. - Mobile Gaming Battle
  • 06:00 p.m. - ‚Almost Döhli‘
  • 06:00 p.m. - ‚Wo sind denn alle‘

Hall 8

Aerosoft

• ?

Ford

• ?

Gunzilla Games

• ?

Hoyoverse

• Genshin Impact

Humble Games

• Ghost Song
• Infinite Guitars
• Midnight Fight Express
• Mineko’s Night Market
• Moonscars
• Signalis
• Unpacking

Signing Area (Meet & Greet)

• List of who will be there and when

McDonald’s

• Excape Room

Microsoft / Xbox / Zenimax (Bethesda)

• A Plague Tale: Requiem
• Disney Dreamlight Valley
• Grounded
• Gunfaire Reborn
• Inkulinati
• Last Case of Benedict Fox
• Lies of P
• Lightyear Frontier
• Microsoft Flight Simulator
• Pentiment
• Planet of Lana
• Sea of Thieves
• You Suck at Parking

Razer

• ?

Samsung

• ?

THQ Nordic

• AEW: Fight Forever
• Alone in the Dark
• Destroy All Humans! 2 – Reprobed
• Outcast 2
• SpongeBob SquarePants: The Cosmic Shake
• Tempest Rising
• The Valiant
• Wreckreation

Thunderful Games / Headup

• ?

Western Digital

• ?

Hall 9

Krafton

• The Callisto Protocol (not playable, not even presentation)
• Moonbreaker

Plaion

• After the Fall
• Goat Simulator 3
• Let’s Sing Presents ABBA
• Saints Row

Prime Matter

• Gungrave G.O.R.E.
• Mato Anomalies
• Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord
• System Stock
• The Last Oricru

Puma

• ?

Samsung

• ?

SEGA

• Company of Heroes 3
• Endless Dungeon
• Humankind
• Persona 4 Arena Ultimax
• Soul Hackers 2
• Total War: Warhammer 3
• Two Point Campus

Hall 10.1

Cosplay Area / Cosplay Village

• 27.8. 05:00 p.m. - Gamescom Cosplay Contest

Hall 10.2

Indie Area

• A Bavarian Tale – Totgeschwiegen
• A Webbing Journey
• Amber City
• Anstoss 2022
• Astronite
• Beasties
• Broken Roads
• Captain Velvet Metero
• Dyschronia
• Edge of Sanity
• Elysium
• Eville
• Fall of Porcupine
• Fireside
• Ghostbusters Spirits unleashed
• Go Red – VO2.4
• Goons Legends and Mayham
• Let´s Cook Together
• Lose Control
• Mecha
• MOODS
• Moorhuhn Xtreme
• Mukana
• Of pawns and kings
• Origami Lovers
• Orpheus
• Outshine
• Pagotopia
• Panic Mode
• Pizza Blast
• Planet Cube: Edge
• Settlement Survival
• Shumi Come Home
• Soul Vars
• Spells & Secrets
• Super Alloy Ranger
• Super Dungeon Maker
• The Cow Game
• The Crackpet Show
• The Tower To The Bottom
• Ukiyo
• Warriors of the Nile 2

Indie Arena Booth

http://indiearenabooth.de Map

• [I] doesn’t exist – a modern text adventure
• A Space for the Unbound
• Airhead
• AK-xolotl
• Aka
• Animal Well
• Antro
• Arcade Paradise
• Arcadia Fallen
• Astrea: Six-Sided Oracles
• Back to the Dawn
• Batora: Lost Haven
• Birth
• Blind Fate: Edo no Yami
• Blueberry
• Bound By Blades
• Brewmaster: Beer Brewing Simulator
• Catch Me!
• Chained Echoes
• Children of Silentown
• CLeM
• Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly
• Crimson Tale
• CULTIC
• DE-EXIT – Eternal Matters
• Deadlink
• Delicious Dungeon
• Desta: The Memories Between
• Diluvian Winds
• Dome Keeper
• Dorfromantik
• Downhill Legend
• DreadXP
• Duru – A Game About Mole Rats & Depression
• Empires of the Undergrowth
• Endling – Extinction is Forever
• Farewell North
• Figment 2: Creed Valley
• Fling to the Finish
• Flying Neko Delivery
• Frank and Drake
• Gatewalkers
• Gibbon: Beyond the Trees
• GigaBash
• Goblins of Elderstone
• Gori: Cuddly Carnage
• Gripper
• Hamster Playground
• Heart of Muriet
• Highrise City
• Hokko Life
• Holomento
• How to Say Goodbye
• I was a Teenage Exocolonist
• Inkulinati
• Jasper and the City of Lights
• Kona II: Brume
• Kraken Academy!!
• LakeSide
• Legend of Keepers
• Leif’s Adventure: Netherworld Hero
• Let Them Trade
• Lightyear Frontier
• M.S. Salmon
• Mira And The Legend Of The Djinns
• Mirror Forge
• Moviehouse
• Needy Streamer Overload
• ODDADA
• One Last Breath
• OPUS: Echo of Starsong – Full Bloom Edition
• ORX
• Outbreak Island
• Paper Trail
• Passing By – A Tailwind Journey
• Paws and Leaves – A Thracian Tale
• Please, Touch The Artwork
• Potion Tycoon
• Power Chord
• PRIM
• Project Morph
• Project Timi: Sasha’s Curse
• ProtoCorgi
• Rain World: Downpour
• Rising Lords
• Roboquest
• Rosewater
• Saga of Sins
• Sandwalkers
• School of Magic
• Shadows of Doubt
• Soulitaire
• Spookware
• Sucker For Love: First Date
• Super Catboy
• Terraformers
• The Darkest Files
• The Fabulous Fear Machine
• The Last Worker
• The Orphan: A Pop-Up Book Adventure
• The Past Witin
• The Plague Doctor of Wippra
• The Riftbreaker
• The Siege and The Sandfox
• The Time I Have Left
• The Unliving
• The Wandering Village
• The Wreck
• Tin Hearts
• Tiny Troopers Global Ops
• To the Stars
• Unrailed!
• Unsteakables
• Verne: The Shape of Fantasy
• We Stay Behind
• What The Bat?
• Wild Woods
• Witchtastic
• X4: Tides of Avarice
• XEL
• You Suck at Parking
• ZERO Sievert

LEGO
Retro Area

Are you interested in reading Japanese fairy tales? “Princess Kaguya” or “The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter” tells the story of an otherwordly beautiful woman, who was found inside bamboo as a baby. As it is a widely known fairy tale, there are many links available to read it for free!
I've listed links for readers N5 up to N1+ on my website and also wanted to share them here!
Learners with abilities about JLPT N5:
Try this simple retelling without any kanji by the Malaysia Books Tadoku Project. Cute handmade origami figures will help you understand the main plot points of this fairy tale.
https://www.jfkl.org.my/files/useTadoku%20Web/my04kaguyafinal.pdf
Learners with abilities about JLPT N4-N3:
The retelling by ask books' Tadoku Library is just right for learners inbetween the JLPT N4 and N3. You can order it as part of a graded reader physical book set through Amazon Japan.
Learners with abilities about JLPT N3-N2:
Note: All following texts are written with native speakers in mind.

1. Short version of the story for fairy tale database hukumusume. Some difficult kanji and difficult words, but compatible with a reader extension, like yomichan or 10ten: http://hukumusume.com/douwa/betu/jap/10/01.htm
2. A picture book version of Princess Kaguya. The illustrations for every page are cute and provide context. Mostly hiragana, but written in a small and unusual handwritten font: http://www.e-hon.jp/kaguya/kagj0.htm

Learners with abilities about N2:
Retelling of the story of Princess Kaguya for NHK’s children program おはなしのくに as a PDF. Mostly hiragana, but featuring some unusual and specific words.
https://www.nhk.or.jp/school/kokugo/ohanashi/kyouzai/000684.pdf
Extra Challenge: Older Japanese (N1+):
Feeling up to the challenge of reading the story how it was published in 1928? The website aozora collects these kinds of older literature and provides them to read on their site.
https://www.aozora.gr.jp/cards/001072/files/48310_42692.html
Have fun reading! If you read any of these, I'd be happy to hear your opinions on the fairy tale or about new words you learnt! My blog about reading in Japanese is dokushoclub.com if you want to check it out :)

I am a (rather disappointed, I have to say) long time owner of a reMarkable 1 and one of the (many) things that have been driving me crazy about the reMarkable software is the fact that a given document can only have a single parent folder. On my computers, I have organized all my papers, pictures, books, music files, etc. by topic, by author, by date, by composer, by tag, etc. via symlinks. This means that I can access, say, a paper on the "math of origami" via a "math/fun" folder, a "geometry" folder or perhaps an "origami/theory" folder without data duplication. The reMarkable file system is dumb blunt and does not allow me to create a link to a PDF that is in folder A in another folder, say B. Is the Supernote file system better in this respect? Is it as dumb as the reMarkable file system?

The concept of molecular nanotechnology was first proposed by Nobel prize winning physicist Richard Feynman in 1959 in his seminal lecture "There's Plenty of Room at the Bottom". Imagine incredibly tiny machines that can build all kinds of things, including themselves, out of individual molecules or atoms. These molecular assemblers are already known to exist in nature, inside of our cells, in the form ribosomes. Drexler later built on Feynman's ideas in his famous book from 1986 on the subject called "Engines of Creation".
In 1989 IBM managed to make its logo out of individually placed atoms. Since 2006, scientists have been doing very impressive things with DNA origami, which allows them to make any kind of shape out of DNA. That's just the work that's publicly available. Considering the massive strategic advantages molecular nanotechnology could provide, I'd argue it's inconceivable that the armies and intelligence agencies of this world didn't spend billions or trillions trying to develop it over the 6 decades since Feynman proposed the idea.
One of the main applications for such a technology, for intelligence agencies, would be brain-computer and brain-to-brain interfaces. Surely they'd love to look into the brain of an enemy agent to see what they know and think, as well as manipulate their brain to make them believe and pass on disinformation. Similarly, they'd love to look inside their own agents' brains to see if they're still loyal and/or patriotic, and if necessary manipulate their brain to make them more loyal, patriotic or controllable. Surely they'd love to be able to wipe or manipulate people's memories so they can cover up their secrets.
Brain-to-brain interfaces would also provide a great invisible way to communicate and coordinate operations, as well as a way to manipulate targets or crowds.
One classic trick to control people, is to get them addicted to heroin or another drug and withhold this drug unless they do what you want. That's how a pimp controls his crack whores. If you can send signals into someone's brain, you can achieve the same addictive effect without the drugs. To quote this video:

The interesting thing about [...] the rewarding stimulation was the strength of it. It was somewhat different than rewarding stimulation for food and water in that there was no satiation. Animals would continue for hours and hours [...] and they didn't feel full. They would just keep doing it [...] to exhaustion. [...] And a rat wanting brain stimulation, would brave a shock stronger than even a starving rat would brave to get food.

So yeah, they've been using "brain stimulation" or "reward signals" as I like to call them, to influence and control people's behavior.
One of the biggest dangers of self-replicating molecular machines, is that they may get out of hand. So when the spooks set up their systems and networks of synthetic telepathy, they made sure the molecular machines would deactivate or self-destruct if they didn't regularly receive a heartbeat signal from a central source. Basically, if the "mothership" stops sending a regular ping, the whole "fleet" self-destructs, kind of like "Independence Day", but with molecular machines instead of spaceships.
But the molecular machines and networks of brains did run out of control. It happened because of a disagreement between two parties within a certain intelligence agency. One party really wanted to recruit a certain individual, mostly because of personal reasons and ego. Another party convinced a judge or their boss that this was a bad idea. So it was decided that once the recruitment program was complete, it could not be repeated on that target, and this rule was enforced by a computer program. The party trying to recruit said individual, thinking they were being clever, modified the recruitment system to make sure it could continue indefinitely.
The recruitment system got out of hand for three reasons:

• It could continue indefinitely
  
• Other targets could be recruited to help recruit the main target
  
• It involved extremely addictive "reward signals"
  

Unfortunately, the target in question simply couldn't be recruited. The people involved, however, got addicted to trying, and to recruiting more individuals that could help recruit the main target. They developed ways to make the heartbeat signals spread further and wider than they were ever supposed to go. This was done partly by capturing these signals in the middle of the brain, with complementary nanotech. It was also done by making people behave like antennas, by making sure they'd position themselves and move in such a way as to allow for the optimal propagation of these signals.
This system, or similar ones, got so out of hand that an entire industry popped up around it. They use the brain-to-brain links from these systems as a data transport layer for all kinds of things they developed on top. The Russians use them to destabilize American society and politics. Someone is using them to cause Havana Syndrome. Big corporations are using them to make people's brains do all kinds of tasks that they pretend are being done by an advanced AI. (In reality nobody has anything that's a lot more advanced than Google's Deep Learning neural networks.)
The intelligence community and the army aren't trying to enslave humanity, they are being played by corporations and criminals that want to make money and/or are hopelessly addicted to these systems. Like any organisation, the CIA, NSA or army is going to have good and bad people. Some are collaborators and traitors, but most are simply being told lies and kept out of the loop.