Ontwerp je eigen game in 15 stappen . (ook voor kinderen !)


Kinderen vinden gamen leuk. Maar hoe leuk wordt het als je je eigen game kunt ontwerpen en publiceren ?

Dit kan via  https://gamestudio.hetklokhuis.nl/   

Stap 1 : Klik op de link en ga naar 'Maak een nieuwe game'.

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Stap 2 : Maak een account aan. Daarvoor klik je op 'nog inloggen'.

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Stap 3 : Je krijgt een waarschuwing dat je niet kunt inloggen of opslaan. Klik op 'account maken'.

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Stap 4 : Nu kun je een account aanmaken. 

Kinderen kiezen voor een kind-account. Daarvoor vragen ze een mailadres van een ouder, ter bevestiging.
Ben je docent of ouder, dan kun je je eigen mailadres opgeven.

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Stap 5 : Bevestig je account door op de link in je mailadres te klikken. Nu kun je meteen van start gaan !

Stap 6 : Ontwerp je speler.
 Links kun je hem eigenschappen geven, zoals een aantal leventjes.
 In het midden bepaal je de kleur. Rechts kun je hem een uitzicht geven zoals jij wil.
Vergeet je ontwerp niet op te slaan na elke stap. Zo vermijd je dat je helemaal moet herbeginnen !

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Stap 7: Bepaal het doel van het spel.
Wil je dat je iets behaalt binnen een bepaalde tijd ?
Wil je dat je de finish bereikt ?

Stap 8: Stel de score in.
 Wil je de tijd laten meetellen of niet ?

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Stap 9 : Bouw de levels op. Klik op 'voeg level toe' en ontwerp wat daar gebeurt.

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Stap 10 : Kies hoe je het level in beeld wil brengen : zijaanzicht of bovenaanzicht ?

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Stap 11 : Ontwerp het eerste level.
 Je voegt bouwstenen toe die op je scherm verschijnen : vaste stukken, bewegende, levende...
Je kunt ook telkens testen hoe het werkt en hoe het eruit ziet.

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Om te testen : klik op 'test', dan verschijnt onderstaand scherm.
Klik waar het handje wijst en dan kun je proberen.

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Stap 12 : Aan de rechterkant kun je je scherm uitvouwen om verder te verfijnen.

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Stap 13 : Klik op het tandwiel om de levelopdracht te omschrijven.

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Stap 14 : Bouw zo verschillende levels op die doorlopen moeten worden.

Stap 15 : Publiceer je eigen game !

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Gebo, the dynamic reciprocity
Gebo: it is a rune sign, or a letter. But it's also a word. A word related to “give”, but also to a lesser extent with words for “movement”, think “go”. The word refers to reciprocity, but just different from the well-known “what you do not want you to be done” line of thought. Here is an explanation of the valuable principle behind the concept of Gebo. And what happens when it's forgotten. Principe - Gebo represents the essential principle of reciprocity, of balance. Any relationship, regardless of whether it is with a human, animal or Deity, has an underlying transaction, an exchange of energy. This energy can be represented in money, time, material goods, attention, recognition, wisdom or any other matter, physical or not. In some relationships, this is clearly acknowledged and agreed, as in the case of an employment contract. One party gives energy in the form of time, attention, actions and certain responsibilities. And the other party gives energy in the form of recognized currency. But in other relationships it is less framed, less demarcated. For example, in relations between man and (house) animal, between man and man, and between man and Deity. In a healthy relationship there is a certain balance in terms of energy. How this balance looks, of course, differs enormously, whether there is a right balance can only really be known by the parties directly involved. Very important to remember here is that different forms of energy per person can differ in value. For one, it is very valuable when you invite them to come by, for the other such an invitation feels more like a cost. To find out for yourself and for the other how these relationships work together is an important part of building a sustainable relationship. A component that will always remain in development. Man and (house) animal - People could not have built civilizations as we know them, without establishing relationships with other animals. Wolves/dogs that helped with hunting, cattle from which all kinds of valuable goods come, cats that hunt pests, all of them have been important in our march of “civilization”. But more than the other relationships mentioned here, the danger of imbalance is clear and visible worldwide in the relationship between humans and animals. The dog, once a valued and necessary partner. But the dog became increasingly dependent on man, and man independent of the dog. The dog lived and planted on to the whims of man, and could not bring anything against it. While man had more and more space for specialization and entertainment. The positions grew more and more unevenly, dogs that could never form packs, people who bred dogs based on fashion trends. And now there are “purebred dogs” whose brains don't fit inside their skull, dogs are raised to hyperaggressive fighters worldwide, and are thrown away elsewhere when they're not cute enough anymore. The dog has been devalued from living creature to utensils. And partly because of this, man has fallen from partner to, I can't say anything but monster and martyr. We pay in our empathic capacity, in our 'humanity'. (note, this is a simplified explanation for illustration and concerns humanity and rabies as general) For livestock money this problem much more. The relationship between the energy we put into our livestock is in no relation to what comes out. Animal feed is produced in huge quantities and feels less expensive for us (the environmental damage is not passed on unfortunately), the physical space per living creature has become much smaller, and production in meat, milk or eggs per animal has increased tremendously. But now we as (western) people have become dependent on this situation. In fact, we live on the pof. Building the 'cost' on. Global environmental damage, health problems, future pandemics. Gebo requires reckoning, not as punishment, but as a cause-effect. And interest rates are growing cumulatively. As a more positive example, the house cat (I focus here specifically on the fine part, problems around breed cats etc.. are like dogs a tearful reality). A house cat gets a safe home from birth to death, access to food and drink, attention and access to warm sunny spots. In return, they give us some release from mice, but above all something intangible and valuable. The presence of a living being? Entertainment? rest? I don't really have a good word for it.. But I think most of the better cat owners can agree that when the animal is away for a long time, there is a clear loss in the house. gods - Also in a relationship between man and Deity, such a balance is necessary. Only it is impossible for a man to comprehend what, how and who exactly is a Deity. Never expect anything from the Gods for nothing. But what gift or regift can reasonably be expected is inconvenient for an outsider to say. Both historical and modern, there is a variety of options to discover. A fraught term in this is “sacrifice”. Maar gods zijn geen fysieke wezens aan wie je iets makkelijk kan overhandigen. It takes some skill to make the difference between offering a sacrifice (physical or intangible) and simply throwing your gift into the void as pure waste. Start differently with undivided attention, as a kind of invitation or welcome gift. Call this prayer or meditation, the terminology is like the methodology for humans and no objective distinction. In the absence of a better word, “attention” seems to be widely appreciated. If the meditation/prayer is not directly for you, you can also give that attention in other ways. For example, by learning about the Deity in question, or by making or doing something that shows your appreciation for them. For example, a work of art or an article on the internet. Don't keep 'praying' if you feel like not receiving anything in return. Maar houd wel in je achterhoofd dat de gods geen mensen zijn. The simple feeling of being heard, or even more basic the feeling of having spoken can already be a regift. But perhaps when you learn to pay attention, you will notice that the influence of this Deity is gradually becoming more present in yourself and in your life. Maybe Freya teaches you to love and mourn, maybe Mijmer teaches you to be considered, maybe Wodan will teach you the ecstasy of anger, or Hoenir will teach you the power of silence. Or maybe the “gifts” come across as punishments. Help in discovering the necessary lessons and confrontations in your life for example. Unless you are lucky enough to employ a very devoted and gifted priest, you will have to and may experience this for yourself. And also discover the balance yourself. In this you may make mistakes, but those mistakes will never be without consequence. Do not forget the great wisdom of the Havamal: “Every gift requires a regift.” Gratitude and appreciation can already be good regivers, as long as it is truly sincere. And sincere appreciation you show again not only with a “thank you”. #Heidenisme #paganism #rune #spirituality #philosophy #bore #reciprocity #religie
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Requiem: Chapter 5
- Just in time Stephen March could save himself from a certain death with a lateral leap. The bright red glider drilled into the window of ' Redstone & Son ', a branch of a Western electronics company that had gained a foothold in the New World. One of the first groups to have won this authorization after the Second Cold War. The reinforced windows of the electronics store were no match for the kinetic forces of the runaway vehicle. The window glass splits into countless small pieces. At the last moment, Stephen had seen the murder vehicle rushing at him in the light of the window window. His rapid reaction, an instinctive reflex at the moment itself - was happiness or perhaps the result of his daily workout - had given him that small chance and saved his life. Because most of the pieces of glass had been broken up by the movement of the glider inside the shop space, March had not suffered any serious cuts. His pants and vest were torn and smeared by the fall, and his left leg was a little worse planed by the unsoft contact with the concrete, but the rest was not easy.. While he was still recovering from the first shock, he heard above the panicked screams of the pedestrians who witnessed the event, from the store a metallic scraping. To his great surprise, he saw the red carlide moving out of the storefront and turning to him. Stephen frowned amazed the eyebrows. Apparently, that killing machine was targeting him. This wasn't a coincidence, not an ordinary accident.. His hunch shouted at him a single word: “Run!’. He took the first street on the right at a delirious pace, almost slipping he could just avoid a pedestrian who was angry behind him. A second later he heard a bons accompanied by a creepy scraping sound. Stephen looked backwards and saw the unfortunate passerby crushed by the chasing autobot slipping along the wall in a blood-red pattern. The fear knocked him in the throat, the adrenaline made him run even faster. He thought the Metro, I should get it.. There, the runaway computer car wouldn't be able to follow him. He jumped up the stairs with two steps at the same time that would lead him to the main street via a few inland roads and also to the entrance of the underground train network. Whenever he reached the end of one of those roads, he heard the murderous vehicle approaching and blowing his neck like a hot breath. He walked even faster, and it seemed like he was given wings because of the fear that drove him. Eventually he came into the street where the entrance to the Metro was. He saw it as a redeeming mouth that would swallow it up. Another ten meters. With his last breath he squeezed out one last sprint. With a tiger jump, he plunged forward down the stairs and hurtfully rolled to the bottom of the entrance, where he hoped to be safe from the murderous autobot. Stephen felt vomited. It was a miracle, but apparently he didn't break anything at first sight, even though he was in pain everywhere. He crawled stumbling and leaning against a pillar again upright. The red monster remained hovering in front of the entrance to the Metro for a while and then disappeared out of sight.. People looked at him with fear, and many walked around him in a wide bow.. In the light of a window of a train he saw the reason. He just looked like a wreck. In the toilet of the underground, he tried to decent his clothes some and take up the worst damage. All in all, it turned out to be too easy. All his muscles were stiff due to the intense effort but nothing felt broken to. He bled from a number of small wounds to the elbows and hands. The abrasions on his leg did not look really life-threatening, although it had to be taken care of professionally. Stephen should see a doctor as soon as possible for a skilled patch. Now he no longer looked like a diplomat Stephen March, but more like a clochard who had walked into the wall several times in his alcoholic haze... or perhaps fell down the stairs of the Metro. His first idea was to tell the police everything and file a complaint against strangers. Only then did he realize that he had not seen a license plate number on his murderous stalker. In the New World all gliders or autobots were numbered on the bottom, the doors and the top of the vehicles. So one could immediately see or find out which city or area they came from. In addition, the windows were darkened so that he could not disclose the face of the driver or occupants. weird! He would wait a while to visit the police. His sixth sense told him that he might do more harm than good with that.. After an hour on the emergency service of the nearest hospital, he was given the necessary iodine tincture, special adhesive plasters containing an antibiotic and gauze dressing - and what was especially important - a strong painkiller. His leg was not broken, but still hit worse than he had previously suspected. Stephen told the doctor on duty that he had fallen from the stairs of the subway entrance due to a misstep and sustained those injuries. Even if that was only half the truth, it wasn't a lie. It sounded really convincing how Stephen brought it, but this explanation also avoided any annoying questions from the doctor on duty or a mandatory visit to the law services. Stephen March didn't get high on the Security Service right now, especially after the unsolved murder of his half-sister Suzy. The idea of walking a block and a little more at Redstone & Son to inquire, he also rejected. Maybe any witnesses recognized him while the police were still there investigating the case. What intrigued him most of all was the reason behind this unexpected attack on his person. Why was he attacked, hunted like a wild animal, eventually he was also nearly killed? What was the point, what was behind this, was this connected to Suzy's murder?? All the questions haunted in his head. He felt hunted and anxious and looked around as he sought his way back. When he was back at his apartment, he first poured himself a good whiskey.. He knew that it was not wise to mix medicines and alcohol, but this was an exception to the rule. His hand was still shaking slightly when the golden moisture was poured into the crystal glass. He took a big sip of Chivas Regal. Stephen felt the fluid that immediately warmed him a way to his stomach, which now settled some. Stephen let the last hours before his mind's eye pass. After the identification with Suzy's personal items he had received from Mr. Huang, he went for a walk in the shopping streets of Sanctuary. Getting his feelings back under control after the psychological thump he got in the morgue. Then suddenly the red homicide vehicle that showed up at him? Stephen put the rest of his whiskey glass aside and poured out the contents of the canary yellow plastic bag with his sister's personal belongings, whom he miraculously could have saved during all those struggles of the last few hours, onto the table. There were the usual things that are usually found in the possessions of a woman. First of all, her torn and bloody garments, which he laid apart with due respect and a great piece of dismay. Another example of the lack of sympathy from the New World police forces. In the pocket there was also a torn handbag, a broken lip gloss, a key ring, a hairbrush that had also suffered under the trap, a crushed pack of started paper wipes and a wallet with some banknotes in it, some pictures, but all her credit cards were missing or withheld by the Security Service. Scattered, he was messing around in all the boxes of her wallet when he found between two pictures in a note pleated in two. March immediately recognized Suzy Chang's beautiful female handwriting. There was only one word on it and a number: “Passage 6.”. It didn't tell him anything. That couldn't be the note Captain Vastai was talking about. The conscious note that referred to him? The key ring of four keys he weighed equally predominantly in his palm. He immediately recognized the blue rectangles key of an autobot. Number SW280387. Nothing was referring to that Passage 6. One of the other three keys must have been from Suzy's apartment since the name was printed in the key bar of the residence where she was staying: ' Pinewood House Asurai ’. A number was printed on the tip of the bar: 837. As he already knew, this referred to the eighth floor apartment 37. The other two were still a mystery to him. A mystery that he would certainly try to solve. He wouldn't ask the police what those keys were for.. By the way, if they had been of some interest, he probably wouldn't have gotten it.. Maybe today he took a walk to Pinewood House Asurai. Stephen changed and took the elevator to the underground garage with a painful grimace on his face in his own autobot and entered the address of the residence. The speech recognition program looked this up in its internal memory, started the almost silent drive system and the vehicle automatically slipped into the traffic jam of the pre-programmed route. Stephen leaned weary backwards in the seat and waited with his eyes closed for him to reach his destination.. copyright Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Chapter 4 or 6 - Requiem: Chapter 4 - Requiem: Chapter 6 -



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