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During the development of the HOTAH game under the DADIU initiative, I found myself flirting with Unity shader programming. More specifically, the art direction suggested we should have some nifty looking water which reminds of the milky water in Limbo. Limbo being a pure 2D game and us working in 2.5D, I got away with developing a custom blur shader.

It took a while but I finally got it done. I've read through and corrected/edited  my first academic paper, made sure everything is hunky dory and finally published it online. I could swear this was in my New Year's resolution like at least two years ago. Nevertheless, I am finally proud to announce my first tackle with the academic world - Computer games as Myth Reconstructions. A juicy 80-page essay filled with action, adventure and game drama. And some really exotic stuff you'll never read anywhere else because it's all from my head. Also featuring a fragment from Rodel Tapaya's The Creation Myths on the cover (thanks Google art project).

The First World War was one crucial event that changed the face of literature forever.  A generation of writers became paralyzed by the extreme destruction that war brought about, showing a face of human nature that was never before seen. Gertrude Stein liked to refer to this generation as „the lost generation” because for the first time the vision upon the world was fully shattered and writers could not find anything else to envision but the absurdity of human destiny in the cataclysmic context. The changing times demanded different, new modes of expression. Modern writers, like James Joyce made use of stream of consciousness techniques to crystallize the inner monologue of characters. But these were not simple stylistical devices. Their main role was to convey the irregularities of thought, but this further led to underlining the irregularities of human experience. For the first time, existence is hopeless, idenitity is void and writers themselves sought to discover a new sense of identity, as if the human spirit had once again lost its innocence and had been cast away from the Garden of Eden. Among all the writers, Virginia Woolf is probably the best one to describe this modern interbelic search of identity.