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excellynt · 5 years

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New AUs Customization - Shell Support in the Code

The AU Shell Revamps have been in the works for well over a year at this point, and I’ve put a lot of thought into handling them, and thus far it’s really paying off! It’s been really exciting to see the new shells fall into place as they have been. I’m really proud of my work!

Since so much care has been put into the whole project I thought I had everything lined up what I’d need to do and it was just a matter of actually doing it. But something I hadn’t really taken into account until more recently has come up and is the real reason I’m unable to publicly release the new shell revamps, though most of the shell work itself is in place and easy to replicate for the visual aspects.

The issue now is building dynamic AU support in the code.

^ Those are the same lines of dialogue, just with different AU/dialect flags to adjust his speech patterns and vocabulary.

AU support in the code used to look like this. For example, switching to the Classic Undertale shell...

There were pre-set, finite possibilities as far as shells go. So I could hard code all of it straight into place, since I knew the names and all possibilities. While some content is literally on a per-AU basis, some AU behaviors were regulated with the Chat Filters system to adjust his default conversation preferences as a baseline before user traits kicked in to affect your relationship.

Here’s the post with the Chat Filters update and explanation.

Here are some snippets:

These are categories of his random dialogue, which can be toggled from a “default” setting (white and gray), or manually overridden to be OFF (red) or ON (green). The default settings of each of these is dependent on the AU and your progress in your relationship with Sans (currently measured in Intervals).

This is Interval[0] so he just met you. Notice how Papyrus, Underground, and Nap are grayed out? This is because Horror Sans doesn’t trust you enough to even mention his brother existing, or tell you anything about himself. He’s also too agitated to nap at this point, so the default value of that setting is “off” and grayed out.

This is the array holding default values of the Papyrus conversation topic (Horror’s values are the last value of each line). Every category has its own array like this!

He’s willing to tell you all kinds of jokes, particularly Dark Humor, which is a conversation topic category I added specifically for Horror himself, that UF!Sans will make use of as well. User Traits and Sans’ relationship stats will cause exceptions to this default. Most AUs will also make use of Dark Humor with high Rude or Enmity stats.

The value in brackets is referring to the Interval (your progression), and in quotes is the default value for each AU of whether he’ll talk about Papyrus or not. Intervals 0-1 Sans would rather you not know Papyrus exist, so he never mentions him or the Underground. After Papyrus calls, the cats outta the bag, so he’s willing to talk about his cool bro later. The exception to this, the 5th AU listen is “on” all the way down. This is because in the Inverted Fate AU, Sans doesn’t know about the timelines or RESETs, so he wouldn’t be nearly as suspicious of you and is willing to talk about his cool bro right off the bat.

Anyway! This is a feature that should help facilitate each AU having a unique feel, streamlines new AU implementation, and allows users to control their experience with MVSans.

Renaming the shells would cause this to break though and I’d have to fix it, otherwise there would be an error message about the shell possibly not being supported, and the AU dialect flags/settings would not get set correctly.

Now, however, I am faced at the possibility of dozens of different shells, some of which have similar names, and having dependency on me to input all the content for a new AU is suddenly daunting when faced with the reality of it in my near future. Sure, the shell upkeep itself is super streamlined, but support in the code? That can still get overwhelming, especially if it’s an AU I’m not familiar with like I was Horrortale initially. It would require research and writing new lines and I kinda handwaved details away a year ago when planning all this out, since it was so far in the future, but now. Now it is time.

So. How do I make it so I don’t have to handle all the legwork for adding a new AU’s support in the code? Well, design and build a system that allows configuration and content addition without touching the code.

I’ve been working on an entire txt-based configuration system to be included as part of the shell folder contents.

The defaultTalk arrays, which reflect how his topic preferences will change as your relationship progresses (dependent on AU), will need to be handled outside the code, and configurable by the shell creators themselves, as a way to configure his disposition as an AU Sans. There have already been a few iterations of this, trying to figure out how to handle it efficiently!

The dialect flags auUF (underfell), auIF (inverted fate), auHT (horrortale), etc, are binary values (0 or 1) to determine if certain AU-specific mannerisms and dialogue apply, such as saying mustard in place of ketchup, ability to drop F-bombs, and.. other Fell-specific lines.

Those variables also need to be replaced, because I can’t keep adding new variables for every single AU and AU shell!

More details coming in the next weeks. :)

Here’s the old Shell Support Superpost.

Vote weekly on what AU shells you wanna see next*!

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*No guarantee the shell will be made but it may inspire artists into action!

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the-odd-one-in-space · 6 years

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AnotherTale #8 pt 1

Warning!!!! This blog contains spoilers to the game UnderTale!

Nightmares, that term doesn’t even begin to describe the torment i went though in those next few months. Nightmare’s of Wing Ding , Chara & Asriel, The human children, The human in yellow. These things haunted me in my sleep, and even in real life. Outta the corner of my eye I kept seeing them and hearing their voices in whispers around me. I couldn’t get the thoughts of them outta my head. Normally i don’t have a problem with these hard memories but after I carefully placed my scythe into the back of that human, my mind was a wreck. I tried to find something to be happy about, anything, but nothing was helping. I spent my days alone looking for any reason to smile but whenever i thought i could, I heard it in my head “Remember me,friend?” Over and over again i heard that line, making my already dead heart sink lower like a never ending black hole of madness and suffering.

I at some point found out about the new royal scientist Asgore hired, one of Wing Ding’s old assistants who hadn’t been at the core…... I knew Asgore had no idea who Wing Ding was ,thanks to me, so it didn’t bug me too much that he put me in charge of overseeing her projects on trying to look into the power of human souls. I was promised I was chosen at random and i wasn’t going to be studied at all, which held true with my time with the little dino girl. She was an interesting thing. She like LOVED these human cartoons called anime. I normally never watched tv, even monster shows but AL got me so into watching some of these literal garbage shows. She was also really nice about helping me with my loose stitches , she even gave me something to help with my dead body smell. She ended up being a good person to be friends with. Still didn’t help my madness.

Asgore also put me in charge of helping monsters who lost family because of the 6th human. One was a little girl with more spirit and pride then any kid I’ve ever met in years. She had her head held high at her parents funeral service. She was the strongest kid I’d ever seen and she only about 20 something back then. She even did the darndest thing I’d seen in years. Shehad tried to beat up Asgore as a kid. She failed but Asgore offered her training and she took it in a heartbeat. She was and still is a crazy insane girl who always puts me in awesome positions. I was still miserable after meeting her.

AL’s little box robot had become quite famous around the underground, they were bringing a lot of joy to the underground and I even had the honour of being put as his bodyguard for most of his met and gerats. Even his fabulous attitude couldn’t make me smile.

There was this spider monster in hotland that had a little shop. I passed by and she asked I’d like a sample of her one of her foods. I had no reason to say no, so of course I said yes. She then said I owed her 9999 gold as a huge freaking cupcake monster showed up behind her. I then told her I didn’t have any money and even emptied my pockets. She then asked how much my scythe was, I lost my sense of fear as I look her dead in all 8 of her eyes and told her no. She could see I was too attached to make that kind of trade so she made me one little offer “There is One little thing you could do ahuhu”, and so I started bringing little spiders from the ruins to hotland. I did it once a year every time I went to see Chara. Even doing really nice things for those cute little spiders, didn’t make me feel any better.

One day though, a lot of things changed in the best way possible. I found this old little picture of myself in chara’s old room, I went there because it was the 86th year she’d been gone. It was the first picture of myself that chara spent a year saving up for it to give it to me while we were in the underground. Seeing it didn’t help me at all with my problems so I did the one thing I always did to forget my issues. Go to Grillby’s and get hammered. I got a little too drunk and only remember walking around for a while in snowdin not really paying any attention to where I was walking. I took notice of the fact that the snow was coming down really hard all of a sudden. I then look down from the roof of the cave, to my surroundings and noticed I’ve never been in this area of snowdin. I looked around some more and saw a girl. A human girl.

I would’ve acted more surprised in the moment if I had been a little more sober. The girl then proceed to walk up to walk up to me asking if I was ok. I was able to see her more clearly. She had chocolate brown hair, one green eye, one red, and had semi dark skin. She was wearing a sorta dark green jacket, bright jeans and snow boots. Then me being drunk and dumb, i fell over onto the girl as I almost blacked out. I felt myself wake up a bit as the vodka started to already wear off(That’s my favorite drink by the way). I got up first and helped the girl, after which she grabbed my arm and dragged me to a house I’d never seen.”Here come on, I can’t leave you out here to freeze to death” She lead me inside to the couch and I fell face down into the cushions. I heard her go up the stairs saying she was gonna grab me clothes.

While she was gone I shook my head, feeling the vodka completely losing it’s effect on me. Looking at my arm I saw my left sleeve was torn, most likely from my dumb a&$ walking into trees. That’s probably why she went upstairs to grab me clothes. I looked around and saw how the house was mostly light with candles and a fireplace. Whoever this girl was she wasn’t worrying about any light bills. The whole place was wood too, which made me slightly worried. I then began to wonder how the hell another human was here and seemed to be living here peacefully. I was put a little at ease as I guessed that if this person was as dangerous as the last one she would've just let me outside to freeze to death. Then again the last one thought I was human and didn’t try to shoot me till I prove otherwise. After a bit I heard the wood creak from the stairs and saw the girl carrying down a pile of clothes.

“Need help?”

“I thought you were drunk? And I’m fine” she said placing the clothes down next to me. “Heh yeah… My body gets rid of the effects of alcohol pretty quickly”, Yeah that’s unfortunately true. That is totally not why I have a bit of an alcohol problem. I looked around a bit, feeling a little awkward. “Nice place you got here, what’s your name?” Me and her eyes met.”Scar. What’s yours?” “Mas. Um…. sorry for being such a bother. I can go home now if you want” She looked outside through the window seeing how dark it was and how much snow was coming down.

“Not in this storm.Wouldn’t want to freeze to death would we?” She said smiling to me. “No, I guess not.” …… Had I met this girl? Something felt familiar to me.. And I wouldn’t really freeze to death either.My body would at worst get a little frozen but it wouldn’t kill me. “Here” She held out the clothes for me to grab. “I told you my friends left them here. I assure you I’m a female. My friends bought jeans from the wrong side of the store, guess she can’t shop.” I guess I missed her say that first part but I wasn’t agsnist the idea of wearing some new clothes.

“Huh… well then. Thanks. Where’s the bathroom?” She pointed me to a hall “There it is. You may wanna turn on the heater. It gets a little cold in there.” I nodded, making my way into the bathroom and closed the door gently. I got changed but when I looked into the mirror , I noticed something familiar was written on the shirt Scar had given me. It was all black, made of wool, but there was a odd font on the front saying “Cool dude”. “So whoever this girl is… she knows papy,sans’s brother, And maybe undying. She’s the only one I know who wouldn’t be able see guy’s clothes apart from girl’s. Huh… maybe she’s been here for a while.. She’s also kinda-”

“She’s what Mas?” I wheeled around to see something dark move just out of my sight. More of those god damn hunting shadows…this one sounded like...Chara. I flipped on the heater which thankfully made a good deal of noise. I looked into the mirror, turned on the sink, and began to splash water in my face. After a minute or two I regained my composer, put on a straight face and walked out of the bathroom. I heard Scar chuckled at me when she saw me wearing the shirt. I felt a bit of heat on my face which I assumed was the magic in my body forcing me to blush. I guess I forgot I was wearing this shirt. Scar giggled more as she saw me blush. Why did I find her laugh really….. Cute?

Scar composed herself and walked up to me talking the clothes outta my hands. She then motioned for me to sit again so I did. She walked out of the room coming back a little bit later with a sewing needle and string. She sat down next to me and just started fixing up my flannel. While she spent a few minutes sewing I noticed her left hand had an odd shape to it, only three long fingers. I didn’t want to pry but after a few more minutes of nothing but flame crackling and the sound of wind hitting the windows I grew aninoix. “So Scar… What kind of monster are you? You look like a normal human girl..” I decided it be better not to mention the odd hand. She almost looked like she wanted to jump when I spoke. Guess she got pretty into her sewing.

“Oh… you know the tales of the phoenix?”

“Oh yeah!” I let my hours and hours(more like years and years) of reading old books in the underground out for the first time in a while. “Wasn’t it this huge bird monster that was super dangerous?” I finished nerding out waiting for her response. “.... We aren’t THAT bad..” I felt guilt slide up my back. “What?”

Her eyes widened as if she didn’t know what she just said. “Well… I guess I might as well tell you.” She put down my clothes onto the coffee table in front of me.

“I was a normal human girl, and I fought in the human-monster war. I’d always been feared as a brave and strong warrior, until a phoenix bite me in battle.”

The phoenix was sain and we won the war soon after. I survived but A phoenix can only exist at once, and the next is decided on by shared DNA.”

“The DNA is always shared on another monster, whether it be an accident or not. The monster will turn into a Phoenix over the course of the next few years.” Scar’s hands were starting to shake. “5 years, which for you would had been the second human falling into the underground, the changes that had occur were obviously there.”

I’d tried to hide my… problems, but I couldn’t keep it hidden forever. I was soon beaten and abused because of my appearance. People thought I would kill everyone , though they knew I wouldn’t. Everyday I went to the top of Ebbot and considered jumping, ending it all. I never did, thinking- hoping things would change.” I was about to say she didn’t have to go on, but before I could i saw she was crying. She wiped her tears and slammed her fist on the table, letting out a choked sob.

“But it never did! They found me one day standing at the edge one day, and I had one way to go. I didn’t care if I died, if I was forgotten… But I lived.” I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. “Tori and asgore had found me and accepted me. After the 4th human fell, tori left. I never heard anymore stories about their kids, their childhoods.” Right, troiel was gone. She left asgore disappearing from the underground. She’s been hiding in the old ruins behind snowdin but no one but me and some ghost knew about it.

I was getting a little pissed at this point of her story. So after all this damn time Asgore knew about another human and never told me. I settled down my anger as Scar continued. “They both said in some ways I reminded them of the human child, Chara.” I felt my already dead heart drop. “I never got to ask what I had in similarity to them though…” I could see it. They both had that feeling around them. The feeling that this person who although has been thought so much, would love whoever loved them. I got a little closer to her placing my hand on her back. She wiped more tears off her face and looked at me.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to have that outburst. My emotions have always been somewhat unstable.” I wasn’t going to let her blame that on herself. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t had asked. I’m the one who should be saying sorry. Not you” I said to her keeping my eyes locked with her’s.

She looked at me surprised. “It’s fine,really! I don’t know why that happened….”

We broke our gaze at each other and sat in silence a little longer. I figured…. she told me her life story. Might as well share. “You know, I started out human too.”

She looked up at me smiling. “I never would have guessed!”. We both laughed a little before I continued. “I fell in with that human, chara. They were my… friend. I tried to follow them when they jumped down here but the chain I was using to climb down with wrapped around my neck. Yeah…. I died. My body was found by Dr. Wing Dings Gaster”

Flashes of him falling into core went through my head. I stuttered a little and took a deep breath. “He brought me back with magic and.. some other things I can’t talk about. He took me apart while experimenting on me. That’s why I have all these stitches.” I held up my right arm and pointed to my face. “I originally had blackish brown hair and green eyes. As you can tell…. that’s changed.” I put my hands in my pockets and my head down.

I don’t think i’ve ever talked to someone about that. Huh… guess I trusted this girl for some reason. Don’t know why I mentioned Gaster , not like she would know who that is anyway. Even if she could had met him before he fell into the core, she wouldn’t be able to remember him. She looked at me and put her hand on my back. “Wow.... I’m sorry. I-I um.. I didn’t want to bring up something that would upset you. I decided to end that topic and waved my hand keeping things quite a bit longer. While in the silence she finished fixing up my clothes. Even fixed a few of the other poorly fix holes I had tried to fix myself. At this point I was getting bored and a little ansty. Before I could mention it, scar beat me to it. “looks like the storm isn’t going to clear up for awhile. What do you wanna do?” I looked at her shrugging.

Then I had a idea. A dumb one, but I was willing to take anything. “You wouldn’t happen to have somewhere to train… would you?” She smiled. “Why would you wanna know?” I stood up, held my hand out in front of me and my scythe appeared in my hands. I’d after all these years have gotten quite used to summoning my scythe with magic instead of having to carry it around with me. “Nice. A scythe I’m assuming?” I grinned and noded. “I’ve had it for a long time. Thankfully I can just summon it at will.” Scar held up her hand. “That seems pretty useful. My fire magic just lives within me.” Scar Seemed to zone out for a second but before I could ask what was wrong she stood up and had me follow her down a hallway which went from being made of light brown wood to dark grey stone. At the end there was a large stone brick door. I could barely see anything. I was about to make my eyes glow but scar’s hand seemed to light on fire, lighting up most of the hallway before opening the door with another. She then reached inside the room, put her hands on the walls and touches lite up one by one before the whole room was lighten up.

I’d seen fire magic before, most of it being thrown at my face, but seeing that still made my face go into awestruck. Then I asked a dumb question. “Why not just use electricity? Wouldn’t that be easier?”. She laughed a little, “And get a bill for something I provide for myself? No thanks. I prefer to make my own light.” Then I asked another dumb question. “Well can’t your house set on fire?”

She looked at me with a mischievous smile on her face as fire appeared in her hand. “Wait you don’t have to demon-” She threw the fire at my chest but it didn’t stick to me or even burn me. For the first time in years I felt heat in my chest as the fire went through my chest, not leaving any burn mark, and hit the wall behind me.” -Strate… How?!” I screamed then went on a little bit of a spanish cursing spire, mean while Scar was laughing so hard she almost fell to the floor. After we both calmed down Scar held a big proud smirk on her face.

“One of the few perks of my condition. I can choose whether or not my fire has any effect on any objects it touches. I nodded, still a little freaked up by that. “That’s pretty neat… I don’t really have that many tricks.” I lifted my scythe for an example. “I have one other ability, but it’s kind of messed up…” Out of the ground one by one little bits of light formed. Each bit of light turned into a link of a chain until the chain was connected from the floor to ceiling. Scar seemed to get what I meant. “So.. You can summon the chain that-” “That killed me? Yeah…”. I pulled on the chain and it broke into little metal pieces, falling to the ground then disappearing. After some more awkward time not looking at each other I finally suggested something then regretted it . “How about some dodge pratice?”

“WHY DID I ASKED THAT?!” I screamed within my thoughts. I was awful at dodging. For some little facts about me, monsters can’t do that much damage to me, on account of my HP(Health points) being 130. My Def (Defense against attacks) against most monsters tend to be something like 13, humans tend to be 130. Highest my attack can be is 1300 against monsters but for humans it’s highest can be 13. I don’t know why it’s different for humans and monsters but I know for sure that I’m the wrost at dodging. I can dodge unlike most monsters I know but it’s hard to do for me. I freeze up whenever I try and almost always end up getting hit. If my HP is close to zero it’s easier to push through to do it but it’s still not easy. I’ve had a lot of close calls, I was probably about to have a few more.

Scar didn’t seem opposed to the idea and approached me. The room turned black and white and in my vision I saw a white box with my soul in it. After much practice, and by that I mean running for my life, I learn what that little box does. It’s show’s me in sinyce with my own movements and the attacks of my opponents. It comes in handy but not enough to improve my dodging skills. I see Scar standing on the other side of the box as her left hand lights up with white flames. She throws a few balls of white hot flames that passed by me on my left with me even moving. “Alright…. she’s doing things easy first.”

I think to myself. My turn.

I see four yellow text boxes in front of me under the white box saying “scar is waiting for your move.”. These boxes said Fight, Act, Item, and Mercy. I picked the Fight option and another set of options is presented to me. Swing, chains, change. These are the options on which attacks I use. Swing being how much power I want to put into using my scythe, chains which I use mostly to whip people or to chain them up, and charge being how much power and magic I want to use with Chas, my Blaster. I choose to go easy at first as well and pick swing.

I don’t swing with my full force but just enough to almost crack the ground where scar was standing before she dodged the strike. I’m given the chance to make another swing at Scar but don’t and let her have her turn.

We go on like this for a while, probably an hour before scar seems to be outta breath and I’m acting as though I’m tired as well. I was about suggest a mercy but before I could scar started her turn and threw a larger ball of fire at me then she had the whole fight. I was about to avoid it by going left but it seemed to be locked onto me hit me full force on my right. It burned through the jeans and shirt Scar gave me and sent me slamming against the wall and knocking my glasses off and my scythe fell outta my hand as I fell to the ground.

I looked back at scar who was breathing even heavier, her left eye was glowing a deep dark orange and was staring at me with such anger. I stood back up grabbing scythe and standing in a better battle stance. We were still in the battle and it was my turn. My HP had gone down by 15 points, 115 was left. I was about to hit the fight button without thinking about but stopped my hand. “She hit you. Hit. Her. Back.”, I heard the voices say. So many of them demanding me to take action. I wouldn’t do it, I couldn’t.

I don’t know why, but something about this girl told me she wasn’t her. Her face wasn’t the same, she didn’t have the same kind face as before. I pressed the ACT button and choose the option to talk. “Scar? Are you there? It’s me mas. The guy you just met.”, I said to her in the most calming voice I could do. It was her turn, her lite up with large balls of fire and her face was wild with anger and rage. She was about to throw them both at me ,but stop.

Her face changed from that of rage and malice to that of fear and guilt. Her left went back to “normal” and she fell back. Her hands were shaking as she hugged herself. White text in front of Scar said she’s showing me mercy. I did the same and world returned to colors of the grey walls and orange lights. I walked up to Scar, making my scythe disappear as I stood in front of her. She started crying as I could hear mumbling something.

“I-I’m so sorry….. I’m so sorry.”,she through her tears. I sat down next to her. “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I understood what happened. The “phoenix” within her may had done something to take her over. I knew what that was like. She hugged me while she was still crying and sobbing. I got shocked for a second but instead of letting myself get flustered I hugged her back. We just stayed like that for a while, me hugging her while she was shaking.

After what could had been hours, Scar looked at my right arm and leg. “ Oh my god, Mas your- your..”, she let go of me and I did the same. She got up grabbed my arm pulling me up as well and taking me back to the living room. She went into a closet next to the fire place and took out a small medkit and went back to me in a panic. She started to clean my wounds not looking at me and afterwards wrapped my burns. She looked at me as she tied the bandage around my burns.

“Sorry…..” , She loosened the bandage on my arm. “Oh… No it’s fine. Didn’t feel a thing”, Which is actually true. She looked at me, her face filled with surprize and nodded. “I see….”, she looked back down and started putting her medkit back up and got up to put it back in the closest. I couldn’t let things stay this awkward and quiet. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that right?”, she stopped. “I get what having something in your head that makes you do things that… you regret. The important thing is you make sure to make up for the things you regret by fixing them… so don’t worry.”

She looked back at me, her eyes sad. “.... thank you…”, she went to the closest and put her mid kit away and stayed there, standing looking at the wall. “That hasn’t happened in a long time… I’m so sorry.”, she said her voice sounding shaky. “I don’t know why that just starts happening…” she starts shaking along with her voice. “Maybe those people were right to say I was just a freak…I’m just a fre-.” I ran up behind her and sat my hand on her shoulder. She froze.

“Stop it. You’re not a freak, you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. EVER. You brought some drunk guy inside because a snowstorm was coming in. You then fixed my clothes after giving me some to change into, then let me talk about something I haven’t talked about in YEARS. And ya know what else? I honestly haven’t had this much fun with another human in like, 80 years. So before you wanna call yourself a freak.”, I let go of scar and she faces me ,her eyes hidden by her hair. “I’m a 93 year old guy who has been alone and depressed for 80 years and has been called a creep, a mistake, a let down.”, I felt my eyes water, “a disappointment, unreliable, weak, inhuman…… and that was before I became a monster”, I’m crying at this point and scar is looking up at me with her eyes widen.

“....guess we’re not that different huh?”,she puts her hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. I wipe my eyes and smile back, “haha…. yep….”.

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