My name is Vincent van Ogh. I am van Gogh’s older brother, I don’t care about anything, it seems. Therefore my name is Och. I’m paranoïd delusional with an existential problem. Or Munchhausen syndrome with Parkinsons. The internet and the banking system, who needs it? Are they really that great? As reliable as the memory of my father. What is it all about? Life, the universe and everything? Football, food, Olympic medals? If we don’t go well on earth or some places, why not seek asylum in space? When our nightmares are close to truth, just give it all some time. We used to be ok, now life has taken a turnaround.

Everything leads to x, where x is time, space and peace. I have no y. So don’t ask why. We travel through great dimensions. Living in sin makes the strong man win. In the end I will end up losing everything. For everything seems a coincidence, but in the end coincidence doesn’t exist, so life remains just a battle with yourself, and your own flawed personality or the flaws of your friends and enemies.

I’ve picked up painting. An old hobby of mine, and my predecessors. I’ve had it with the so called rat race for a successful career and money collection. My life is now about art and survival. My illness is perhaps incurable, for not only am I delusional, with the voices in my brain and my belly developing cancer. I should never have picked up that nasty smoking habit. I can not only trust my friends no more, those I haven’t spoken in years, I cannot trust myself. As the members of my tribe get lost in our individual quest for success and are also tied to a scheme of scripted appointments. Life seems to be somewhat overrated as you get older and more invalid. Looks fade, or our bodies just deteriorate. Our dreams become reality and life is the unfoldment of our desires. Ugly words and ugly lies will block our way to happiness.

As the cancer in my brain grows, I will lose the ability to speak, and thus my presence on earth will remain a small dot in history. I am a mind, a concatenation of mental states. That’s all there is to this disease called schizophrenia. As this is all a part of the process of achieving a round circle of wisdom. The devil will use all this knowledge against you and I. Either that, or we will die without ever having met real evil. The greed, the factories, the gasoline cars, motorcycles and space rockets. Or all of the opposite. Do we want or need to know everything, escape from everything or do we want to survive? It’s reality that bites our bodies.

It was a peaceful and sunny afternoon in Rainy Falls, a small village in the southern part of North Dakota, United States. There was no one in the few streets that the village consisted of. Mister Carl Johnson was sitting on his couch in front of the television. There was a football game in that he enjoyed watching, after having tended to his sheep for a full day. He was kind of tired but the game was exciting so he was still in high spirit about it. He was drinking some beers and didn’t really care for the rest of the town as things happened, so for all he cared even the city centre or church could go up in flames and nothing really mattered. As it was, everything but the television was quiet. He had been a farmer for a while now which he enjoyed being although it didn’t really bring him all the riches he desired or the fame that some of the more known artists in the USA got. He didn’t really mind although in the back of his mind he heard a voice that he was destined for greater things to achieve. The game was developing into a victory for the other team (in stead of the team he favorited). Tension was building inside his simple but wicked mind. The beers helped somewhat to keep him for getting overly annoyed. A good beer made a man like him enjoy life a bit better most of the time. He was still in his early fourties, so there was a lot of life in front of him. He had been a football player himself when he was still a student, but a career breakthrough had never happened for him. He did have an occasional girlfriend but his relationships never stabilized for longer than some months. He wasn’t bothered by it much. After his first few girlfriends broke up, he was used to the hardship of ending up alone, and he enjoyed the ease of the animal farm that came with being a sheep farmer. Now and then he met up with some friends or acquaintances since most of his inner circle found him a sympathetic and agreeable person. He wasn’t the person anymore to make trouble or commit crimes that could offend the community, so things went pretty good as he aged into an older man. Some times work could become tedious for the sheep didn’t need that much care apart from an ill example now and then. He had bought the farm a while back and as it lay in a green surrounding there wasn’t too much pollution to affect his herd. He was a happy man, although the voice in his head kept haunting him on a daily basis. As the game had reached its end, he turned off the television and went to sleep. In his dreams he had a vision of his future. He dreamt of a life full of attention of smiling happy people around him, pleasuring him with gifts and joyful exclamations. ‘Carl, you’re the best!’ and ‘Carl, you’re great!’ They shouted. He enjoyed dreaming as such, but felt a suffering sensation in his head at the same time. There were a thousand dreams possible on a night like this, but fate had decided on this dream in particular. Mr Johnson had no control over it. A thousand dreams were possible, ranging from winning the lottery, to dying, to achieving medals at the Olympics. Carl just experienced life as any other soul in the village. Everyone was connected to someone or something. In the night, outside from the village borders things seemed to be in the ordinary, just as any other year. Plants and crops were growing, and the sheep were resting, lying in the grass. A figure was moving on the road, a dark silhouet, that was exiting a car and moved itself to a fence that separated the road from the sheep in the field. The dark appearance was carrying a knife and opened the fence and moved into the field. It seemed to be a man of older age in pursuit of one of the sheep. The old guy moved into past the fence and approached one of the sheep. As he ended up near one of the older examples of sheep he hurled the knife into its neck. The old sheep was hardly aware of the event and its neck gave in like a balloon explodes from the pin point of a needle. The man hurried himself towards his car carrying the dead sheep on his back. It was a heist like it had been conducted a thousand times before. In Rainy Falls, just like every other place on earth, history seemed to repeat itself once in a decade or so. Of course, for Carl Johnson it was the first time someone stole one of his sheep. The next morning Carl went outside for another day of sheep herding. He opened the fence and stepped onto the field. A young lamb came onto to him, moving with quick feet, for young as the lambs were, they enjoyed every company of humans or fellow sheep. Carl entered the sheep area with a good mood. After a short count he discovered one sheep missing. He looked around but there was no sheep visible in a mile around. What could have happened? Was one old sheep capable of flying away or fleeing out of sight? He had read a few too many comic books in his time, but as it was he decided to reflect upon the situation a moment longer. Where do missing sheep go? Is there a heaven created by aliens where all dead organisms go? Is there a hell, besides life in the gutter, where you go when you die? For the lives of the lonely, they are lived in agonizing solitudes by those who crave eternally for good company on a daily basis. Carl thought of witches that could have taken his sheep, or was that his father who still was investigating and contemplating the secrets of the magic in life. How did the magic of the witch and the magician become reality? Where did true magic come from? Pandora’s box? The box in the attic of his mother and father? Where was his sheep now? He still had enough sheep in the field to survive this season, but there was an hiatus now that conflicted with his soul. He went outside to see if there was anyone on the road. A vehicle approached, driven by a man ten years older than Carl by the looks of it. Carl recognized the man. It was one of the villagers named Jones. He gave a hauling stop sign to see if he could get any help. Jones stopped his car, and asked with a broad smile “Hi Carl, what’s going on?” “Carl , explained himself, and asked for a ride to the police station.” The driver invited him in, but Carl thanked the man, not knowing if it was a bonafide character. The village of Rainy Falls was full of weird characters just like so many in the United States. He didn’t know the man’s name, and he didn’t have any relationship to him. It seemed his memory span was getting shorter and shorter. What else is there to say about Carl Johnson? Well, first of all he wasn’t your regular John Doe. He held several trophies in several sport disciplines and a few other areas of intellect. He used to play chess and other games, but after some time he lost interest, like so many other child prodigies and success seekers. Like Carl Johnson, they went on to spend their time unconsciously in semi-satisfactional day jobs, hoping for eternal happiness and riches. After getting rid of all their nasty habits, like drugs, alcohol and gambling, perhaps life would bring them an elderly life like the happy persons they wanted to be. The village of Rainy Falls was like an ordinary village. It consisted of a church, some grocery stores, and a larger tool and hardware store. There wasn’t much of interest apart from an old Indian museum, which attracted the occasional tourist. Like anywhere in the United States, everything was made of old history and cultural heritage of the events that had occurred in the history of the US. The village didn’t attract many visitors and so the villagers had to abide their daily routine and gossip to anything that occurred locally and to what they heard, saw and read on television, the newspaper and the internet. Rainy Falls lay around a hundred miles away from the nearest big city, where things ran in higher velocity it seemed. The city was full of young people who entertained themselves in bars and dance clubs. In summer, many of the students and so called yuppies (Young Urban Professionals) went to more exotic places abroad. During winter, those who had enough money spent the colder winter period in places like Whistler and Canada and the Caribbean. There wasn’t much to do in Rainy Falls, especially if you wanted a job or were looking for spectacular nature. There was a creek behind the church, where children played and elderly sometimes spent their afternoons and evenings to enjoy the sound of water in the creek and a conversation about weather or family. Most of the time most villagers just abided with the way things were. When the weather was fine, life in Rainy Falls was just as good as in other places on the Northern American continent. The people in church, especially the elderly, enjoyed their singing and the company of their fellow villagers. Sometimes, when nature had its way, an occasional storm would wreak havoc to the older building like the church, the wooden sheds and city hall. The old man that had taken Carl’s sheep was nowhere to be seen. Carl had gone back and was doing a thorough inspection of the fence that he had built around the sheep ground. There was not much out of the ordinary. The fence was in order and the gate hadn’t been forced. It seemed that Carl just had forgotten to lock it. The event had kind of deteriorated his mood, but as he was a man of positive instigation, he decided to let the situation be for the moment. There was another football game that interested him a bit more for now. He decided to buy a chainsaw to cut some trees later on, because he could use the wood to improve the fence. But first he would watch the game.

A new title in the EA sports genre has appeared in the PlayStation store. It concerns a football game as in the tradition of the John Madden titles of the eighties and nineties. I have played it a few times so far and it looks quite amazing for the time being. Good graphics and an easy to understand set of controls make for an enjoyable game and a promising title from the EA side. I have yet to score my first touch down which is not the easiest task but it makes for a positive challenge in the gaming area. A game well recommended and definitely worthy of a positive review such as this. You should try it some time soon!

Near-Earth asteroid Apophis is a potentially hazardous asteroid that will safely pass close to Earth on April 13, 2029. It will come about 20,000 miles (32,000 kilometers) from our planet’s surface — closer than the distance of many satellites in geosynchronous orbit (about 22,236 miles, or 36,000 kilometers, in altitude).

Apophis is a relic of the early solar system. It’s made of leftover “raw material” that was never part of a planet or moon. Apophis has a mean diameter of 1,115 feet (340 meters), and a long axis that is at least 1,480 feet (450 meters) long.

When it was discovered in 2004, it appeared Apophis might impact Earth in either 2029, 2036, or 2068. Since then, astronomers have closely watched Apophis using optical telescopes and ground-based radar, allowing its orbit to become better understood. Based on this data, NASA is now confident that there is no risk of Apophis impacting Earth for at least 100 years.

Even though Apophis does not pose any immediate risk to Earth, an asteroid of its size passing so close to our planet is a very rare event. Scientists across the globe are excited to use this opportunity to study Apophis in detail. 

Observatories around the world and in space will observe asteroid Apophis’ historic close approach to better understand its physical properties. NASA also organizes the International Asteroid Warning Network (IAWN), which will coordinate Earth-based telescopic observing campaigns before and around the time of the asteroid’s flyby with our planet.

NASA has redirected a spacecraft to rendezvous with Apophis shortly after the asteroid’s 2029 Earth close-approach. After successfully completing its mission to gather a sample of asteroid Bennu and bringing it to Earth in September 2023, NASA’s OSIRIS-REx was sent to study Apophis. The spacecraft was renamed OSIRIS – APophis EXplorer (OSIRIS-APEX), and it’s on its way to meet up with its new target.

The European Space Agency, ESA, also is sending a spacecraft to study Apophis. The Rapid Apophis Mission for Space Safety (Ramses), will rendezvous with the asteroid and accompany it through its close flyby of Earth in 2029.

Apophis also will be visible to observers on the ground in the Eastern Hemisphere, weather permitting, without the aid of a spacecraft, telescope or even binoculars.

What Will Happen in 2029

On April 13, 2029, Apophis and Earth, each following its own orbit around the Sun, will pass each other at a close-approach distance of only 20,000 miles (36,000 kilometers). There is no danger to Earth, to anyone or anything living on it, or to astronauts or satellites in space. But the event is an amazing and totally unprecedented opportunity to learn much more about Apophis and similar near-Earth asteroids. An asteroid this large passes this close to Earth only every few thousand years on average, so it’s likely that an event like this has not happened at any time in recorded human history. Without a doubt this is the first time it’s happened when humans have had the technology to observe it.

The most important thing happening in this event is that Apophis will be pulled, twisted, stretched, and squeezed by the gravity of Earth as it goes by, in a way that happens only during a very close encounter. The overall pull will change Apophis’s orbit around the Sun, making the orbit slightly larger and giving it a longer orbital period. The twist will very probably change the way Apophis rotates, speeding up or slowing down its spin and changing its orientation. And the stretching and squeezing  may possibly cause some small landslides or other movement of surface material on the asteroid, most likely in places that are already steeply sloped. Exactly how Apophis responds to these disturbances will depend on its internal structure and the materials it’s composed of. So by observing and measuring those responses, scientists will be able to work backwards and figure out what is going on inside the asteroid.

Making those observations and measurements will take a worldwide effort from astronomers, planetary scientists, and spacecraft engineers. Earth-based telescopes will be recording Apophis’s path and measuring how its brightness changes as it rotates in the sunlight, to accurately determine the orbit and spin changes. Precisely timed radar echoes will reveal the asteroid’s shape as well as its changing orientation in space. And cameras, spectrographs, and other instruments on spacecraft, including NASA’s OSRIS-APEX and ESA’s Ramses spacecraft, will make high-resolution observations, measuring the detailed gravity field around Apophis and looking for any surface movements.

With these observations, we will have a greater understanding of near-Earth asteroids and the stories they tell about the history of Earth and our solar system.

Wetenschappers van de Universiteit van Cambridge claimen dat ze de “sterkste tekenen van buitenaards leven tot nu toe” hebben gevonden. In de atmosfeer van een planeet buiten ons zonnestelsel hebben ze gassen gemeten die op aarde alleen door levende organismen worden geproduceerd. Ze benadrukken dat ze dus nog niet direct bewijs voor buitenaards leven hebben ontdekt.

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Eerder al waterdamp gevonden

Het gaat om de planeet K2-18b. Hij staat op 124 lichtjaar afstand van de aarde, is 2,6 keer zo groot en heeft 8,6 keer zoveel massa. De planeet bevindt zich in de ‘bewoonbare zone’ rond zijn ster, wat betekent dat er dankzij gematigde temperaturen vloeibaar water kan bestaan.

Wetenschappers zien K2-18b al langer als een mogelijke kandidaat voor buitenaards leven. In 2019 vonden ze bewijs dat er waterdamp in de atmosfeer zit en sommige astronomen speculeerden zelfs dat de planeet grote oceanen had en leefbaar zou zijn, maar niet iedereen was het daarmee eens.

In 2023 toonden metingen van de James Webb-ruimtetelscoop aan dat de atmosfeer naast waterdamp ook koolstofdioxide en methaan bevat. Diezelfde metingen gaven ook een zeer zwak signaal voor dimethylsulfide (DMS), een gas dat op aarde alleen wordt geproduceerd door levende organismen, met name door algen in zee.

K2-18b wemelt mogelijk van leven

Nu hebben onderzoekers met een ander meetinstrument van de Webb-telescoop sterkere signalen gevonden voor DMS. Ze zagen daarnaast ook dimethyldisulfide (DMDS), nog een gas dat op aarde alleen door levende organismen wordt geproduceerd.

Volgens de astronomen zijn de concentraties DMS en DMDS in de atmosfeer van K2-18b duizenden malen hoger dan op aarde. Dat betekent dat de planeet mogelijk wemelt van microbieel leven, net als onze oceanen.

Nog geen hard bewijs

De onderzoekers beschreven hun bevindingen in een artikel dat is gepubliceerd in het vakblad The Astrophysical Journal Letters. Daarin vermelden ze dat er een kans van 0,3 procent is dat hun resultaten een statistische toevalstreffer zijn. Dat klinkt laag, maar het is flink hoger dan de gouden standaard binnen de natuurkunde. Voor nieuwe ontdekkingen moet die kans doorgaans lager zijn dan 0,00006 procent.

Maar zelfs als toekomstige metingen de statistische zekerheid omhoog brengen, is het nog maar de vraag of de gassen daadwerkelijk door organismen worden geproduceerd. Astrofysicus Catherine Heymans, niet betrokken bij de studie, zegt tegen de BBC dat we zelfs met perfecte data niet met zekerheid kunnen zeggen dat deze gassen op K2-18b een biologische oorsprong hebben. “In het heelal gebeuren heel veel vreemde dingen en we weten niet welke andere geologische processen er op deze planeet plaatsvinden die deze moleculen zouden kunnen produceren.”

Planeetwetenschapper Jo Barstow, ook niet betrokken bij de studie, zegt tegen The Guardian dat de resultaten belangrijk zijn, maar is ook kritisch. “Mijn scepticisme-meter voor elke bewering met betrekking tot bewijs voor buitenaards leven staat permanent op 11, niet omdat ik denk dat er geen ander leven bestaat, maar omdat ik vind dat voor zo’n diepgaande en belangrijke ontdekking de bewijslast heel erg hoog moet zijn. Ik denk niet dat deze resultaten die drempel overschrijden.”

Te ver weg

De Cambridge-onderzoekers zijn het eens met deze kritiek. “Het is belangrijk dat we heel sceptisch zijn over onze eigen resultaten, want alleen door te testen en nog eens te testen kunnen we het punt bereiken waarop we er vertrouwen in hebben”, zegt hoofdonderzoeker Nikku Madhusudhan. “Zo werkt wetenschap.” Toch noemt hij de resultaten “het sterkste bewijs tot nu toe dat er leven kan bestaan op een planeet buiten ons zonnestelsel”.

Kortom: een spannend onderzoek, maar definitief bewijs voor buitenaards leven is dit zeker nog niet. Of dat er überhaupt ooit gaat komen voor K2-18b is ook maar de vraag. De planeet staat op 124 lichtjaar van de aarde, dat is te ver om hem van dichtbij te observeren. Toch zullen onderzoekers ongetwijfeld op andere manieren alsnog bewijs proberen te vinden – wordt dus zeer waarschijnlijk vervolgd.

What does this picture say to you?

van ChatGPT

The idea that aliens might exist in the air is an interesting one. While there is no evidence that extraterrestrial life is living in our atmosphere, some scientists have speculated about the possibility of microscopic or even gaseous life forms existing in Earth’s atmosphere or on other planets. For example, researchers have considered the possibility of microbial life in the clouds of Venus, where conditions might support certain kinds of organisms.

However, as of now, we haven’t found definitive proof of alien life, whether on Earth or elsewhere in space. Would you be interested in hearing more about ongoing research into this?

“No, this is not painting or photoshop. These extremely rare atmospheric event are called ‘Sprites or Red Sprites’. They are extremely rare and can only occur under very rare conditions…”

I, myself think they are aliens, or reincarnations of Vincent Vega and Jules coming to earth to save it from the overpopulation of abusers

Ik vraag me nu ook af. Als wij buitenaards leven ontmoeten. Hoe snel wij oorlog met hun hebben. Ik persoonlijk ben van mening dat wij oorlog met hun zullen starten tenzij…. Ze zo tolerant zijn dat we het niet voor elkaar krijgen om oorlog te krijgen. Ik vraag me ook af als we oorlog zullen krijgen met buitenaards leven. Ofwij dan als 1 gehele natie dus alle landen of dat we dan ook nog steeds zo verdeelt zullen blijven. Ik zelf denk dat er een sterkere band zal ontstaan tussen de ontwikkelde landen. Maar dat de band met onderontwikkelde landen slechter zal worden.

Ik denk dat het buitenaards leven dat we zullen ontmoeten ons niet te goeder trouw zal zijn. Ze zullen de aarde zien als plek waar ze hun lust voor voortplanting en overleving zullen kunnen doorzetten. Daarom moeten we onze wapen systemen ontwikkelen en bewaren ter verdediging van de soort en moeten we in harmonie verder leven en ons vereenzelvigen met de dagelijkse rompslomp van het bestaan.

Het was een mooie zaterdag ergens in de late jaren tachtig dat ik nog schaatste, of kon schaatsen. De zon scheen, het ijs was dik en glad, lachende mensen vermaakte zich op afgesleten noren of bikkelharde ijshockeyschaatsen. Ik wist van geen wanten, en deed gewoon gezellig mee op de schaatsen die ik van mijn vader had gekregen via een aanbieding in de sportwinkel. Sportwinkels die nu haast niet meer bestaan en wereldwijd steeds schaarser worden, omdat veel sporten waaronder schaatsen wereldwijd niet meer mogelijk worden gemaakt. Er zijn nog een aantal winters over voor sommigen waarvoor ze hartstochtelijk kunnen hopen dat er nog eens winters plezier kan worden beleefd op de Nederlandse plassen en sloten, maar de meesten weten heimelijk dat het tegendeel het geval kan zijn. Daarbij is de toekomst op de lange termijn zo onzeker dat veel van onze nabestaanden bij voorbaat al hopeloze gevallen zouden kunnen worden. De werkelijke zombificering van de globale wereldgeest is wellicht nog ver weg, maar waar afstanden door de digitalisering van lang en ver steeds korter worden komt ook de onbekommerdheid van de doemdenker steeds minder in de spotlight te staan. Waar is de wil om de toekomst te bepalen in een wereld waar te veel mensen zich druk maken om uiterlijk vertoon en zouden ze hun verstarde verslaafdheid aan middelen en ijdelheid beter kunnen laten varen en plaats laten maken voor vergroende gebieden en soberheid van de wijze of wijzere medemens. Is er wel plek voor aandachtshoeren en roddeltantes in een showbizzwereld die de aan de buis gekluisterde zombies moet vermaken zodat reclameblokken hun irritante prijzencircussen kunnen blijven reclameren. In een toekomst waar de industrie de dienst uitmaakt, kan er alleen maar gehoopt worden op de voorkoming van een toekomst met beklemmend hoge temperaturen en een zwart gat waarin niemand op aarde nog ooit zal kunnen schaatsen omdat alles en iedereen simpelweg zal verdwijnen. Aan de andere kant kan je zeggen dat het natuurlijk interessant is om de haalbaarheid van een kolonisatie van de rode planeet te bepalen, maar tegen wat voor kosten? Maar goed, nooit meer schaatsen dus. En nooit meer sneeuw. Of niet?

As night fell over Gotham City once again, some quiet bright moments occurred in the nightly sky that lay dark over the city. The alleys and streets and the up and downhill lanes had litter and garbage piled up for the waste service vans to pick up the next morning. Everything was quieting down from the new years celebration party that had just been celebrated and the thousands of Gothamers that had been celebrating were just starting their good night sleep. A good night sleep well deserved because last year had seen some incredible moments. The restauration of the Bridge of a Million dreams, and the grand escape of the Penguins into space.

The Moonlings were arriving. Filthy creatures of various sizes that ranked up to conquer and destroy. Nobody liked them and they were hard to get rid of. It was a hard life now in Gotham since they had arrived. Their goal was to bring the End of all Beauty. Although Gotham hadn’t really seen much beauty for a long time, the ravenous Moonlings were going to make things worse. The most annoying creatures after the disappearance of the wild and evil doings of the Joker. But let’s not talk about the Joker. The Joker wasn’t a big issue anymore and who knew he would never be anymore. The Moonlings were the scum of the sky, the grate of the heavens and the most disastrous occurrence since, well, since nearly the early years of the city. Nobody was more afraid than the inhabitants of Gotham these days. They had occurred since a while ago, after people had been reporting strange sounds in the sky. Also the children had developed hunches, that there were creatures coming after them. Creatures from heaven, or from the sky, since heaven did not really exists for Gothamers. Now the great days of darkness had come. An era in which everyone would need to show their spunk against an evil of unknown origin, but from far far away it seemed. The greatest danger in space history. Twelfthousand creatures with dragonlike wings and a deer-like body wandered in a distant above, coming down from the sky to steal Gotham’s children. Most of them at least. Most of them were after little children, and the night was thus a chilling time to most of the children in the city. But during the days they were safe, mostly, they thought. The daytime was not a good time for the Moonlings to come down, as they were more vulnerable and perhaps unable to survive. Nobody really knew anything about their character, their physics or their ways of communicating and surviving. And there were thousands of them. Descending to earth by ufos or unidentified aerial phenomena, seeking habitat in the brain of the poor unknowing zombies.

Through the membrane of these unknowing organisms they found a way of life, until there was an opportunity to exit through a leap of faith, jumping into devices where they could find opportunity to explore and wreck havoc in the world the people had created for their children, the chosen ones. They knew how to erase all traces of their arrival. This was the way they were built to survive, on earth and maybe more planets and places in space. Nobody knew where they came from, and not many had been aware of their arrival. Of course they knew how to make their way in unseen to most, and only the crazy people ready for their own diminishing adventure had seen glimpses of these nearly invisible organisms. Where was the world going to? Was humanity going to survive? All the sharks and dolphins and palm trees were ready for the next era of life. Technology was going to die, like everything has a beginning and an end. The universe had seen enough of the same thing over and over. Perhaps if the world had chosen a different way to survive, like building batteries of life prolonging energy tanks and interstellar life and defence systems there would be hope for an eternal future of the human race.

For now, the end was near. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you!’ Batman thought.

Today I finished one of this months free PS plus games. It’s called The Journey and that’s what it is, one hell of a journey. A beautiful hell, though, with lots of different areas to wander around. The game is sort of a RPG-adventure, with a focus on travelling and discovering mostly since there are virtually no enemies to encounter and fight. The game’s stronghold is its visuals. The main character is a mysterious robed figure that walks around alone in mostly a deserted hilly world in search of an unknown goal. There is a multiplayer though, so at times you can encounter a fellow robed explorer here and there. There are a few puzzle-like scenes to be solved to keep going but mostly the game just needs to be enjoyed for it’s beauty in appearance and sound and music. Its not a big download as far as I can recall,  so definitely worth a try, and perhaps the games engine will be a start for a sequel with more content. I haven’t tried No Man’s Sky from August yet, but there might be similarities between the two games. The lack of content makes the game a low scoring appearance in cheesiness on cheesy reviews though, as far as cheesiness is of any importance. Still, well recommended for a small enjoyable and entertaining experience for all you gaming folks.