During my time living in New Hampshire, my family could not afford the luxuries of owning expensive devices and electronics. This is why the day my Father brought home and iPhone was particularly exciting. Technically, the iPhone did not belong to him. The phone was given to him by the company he worked for as a way of making working and communicating from home easier for the employees. having only seen iPhones in pictures in magazines and on the internet, I was mesmerized by the device I was holding in my hand. I had never seen anything like it before, and I could not put it down. Nowadays things are a lot different. You see apple products literally everywhere, and due to a combination of cheaper phones and an increase in income my parents make, I am now fortunate and lucky enough to afford my own iPhone. The “Magic” so to speak of holding these kinds of devices isn’t quite what it used to be, but I will never forgot the very first time I held one of these products in my own hands.
Our very first module taught me a lot within the topic of interactive fiction. The tips and recommended programs, along with a short play session of the game “Zork”, taught me several ways to successfully go about creating a story that is entirely devoid of visual and audio cues, containing instead only text. This is a huge leap forward for me, as I am typically not used to any sort of storytelling outside of writing, so learning within this new medium was immensely enjoyable, and I can’t wait to see where we go from here.
When Choosing a topic for my very first module, it only took me a few moments to decide that it would be on the subject of interactive fiction. The reason for this quite simple, and that’s the fact that I have always had an interest in this form of storytelling. All my life I’ve always been interested in video and computer games as a form of storytelling, as I believe their are a wide variety of storytelling techniques that are simply not possible in film and television. I’ve spent years reading up on the history of storytelling within this medium, so before I even began this project I was aware that the 1979 game Zork was one of the first examples of storytelling within a video. The reason I believe this medium to be important is because it truly represents the origin of an important form of digital storytelling in today’s entertainment world.
Greetings fellow students. My name is Michael Dietrich, and this is my blog. The blog I am currently using is the same blog I had used for the class i have just finished a couple of days ago. Because of this, not only do i have everything that is required for this class already set up, But I am already familiar with the software enough that I did not need any sort of tutorial. With this in mind, a lot of what you see on my blog are decisions I had already made a while back, and since this setup is what I am used to, I decided to forgo using any of the new software available to me, such as sub domains and programs besides WordPress. Below is a picture of me, please don’t laugh.
Going into this class, I thought for sure I was going to hate the structure of an online course. I feared that without being present within an actual classroom setting, I wouldn’t be able to learn anything of real value. I’m happy to report that those assumptions were completely wrong. This class has challenged me to express by creative side in ways that no other class has ever asked of me. Not only was this incredibly fun, but I really do think I’ve grown as a writer over these past few weeks. I’m especially happy with the end result of my final project. I’ve always loved telling stories in creative ways, and the final project allowed me to do just that, the difference from my previous efforts being that I now have an audience that can give me feedback on how I can improve in the future. This class is the first one in a long time that I found myself truly engaged in, and I am extremely glad i have decided to take Communications and Digital Studies as my major, i really do think it will help me to one day become a writer. It was fun working with all of you, good luck on the rest of your classes, and have a great summer!
My final daily create:
The Color Blue,
Wherever We Go,
Perhaps This Is Why,
I Feel Such Love For,
The Color Blue#tdc2358
— Michael Dietrich (@Michael68856400) June 25, 2018
Love, friendship, happiness… These are all concepts that are slowly being forgotten in this day and age. The Drop changed everything, including how humans view themselves and each other. Gone are the days of relative peace among the people of this world. In fact, if you want my honest opinion, the Drop did away with human beings as soon as it happened. The only ones left now are violent and bloodthirsty creatures who put their own survival above all else, even if it means destroying their fellow man. The days of peace are far behind us, but I will never let that turn me into one of them. I just have to keep moving…
I’ve been travelling on foot for quite some time now. My last canister of gasoline ran out over a month ago, and my vehicle became nothing more than a pile of useless scrap at that point. I’m running low on food and water, and all the buildings I’ve come across in the past week have long been emptied of any valuables they may have contained. It rains every other day, but this water is undrinkable. It is poisonous. Only bottles and jugs contain drinkable fluids, and they grow more scarce everyday. I find myself thinking about where I once lived not too long ago. It was a small camp, no more than three-dozen people living in it. We had just enough food and supplies to keep us going, and we were always finding more on trips into the city. The camp was safe, nobody ever gave us any trouble, in fact we hardly ever saw any strangers. I even had an actual bed and a roof over my head. This is probably hard to believe, but while I lived there, I even had a few friends. Not people I was sticking with simply to increase the odds of my survival, but people who I shared a legitimate connection with, people who I held mutual affection for. There was this one person in particular who was…different from all the rest. Not that there was anything wrong with her, but there was just something about her that caught my attention, and I can’t quite describe it. Her name was May, and like me she wandered into our little community alone and starving, and we took her in. She certainly pulled her own weight once she settled in. May was adept at scaling the decaying skyscrapers in the center of the city, which allowed us to reach all kinds of untapped supply stocks, otherwise unreachable due to the collapsed stairways. She was also useful when internal conflict among our community needed to be solved. She just had a way with people, including me. She was my closest companion, and I like to think she felt the same way towards me. When she entered my life, I had become happier than I had ever been. As I’m sure you can tell, this didn’t last…
It started just like any other day. Me, May, and a couple other scouts were in the city looking for supplies while the rest of our community stayed behind to tend to the gardens, wash clothes, and purify water. After having no luck that morning, we were on our way back to rest up before heading out to try looking in a different area. Suddenly, we heard screaming, people panicking, and what sounded like gunfire. We all stopped in our tracks to try and figure out where the noise was coming from. Suddenly, we saw a bright light in the distance, and it didn’t take us long to realize that not only was the light from a fire, but it was coming from our home.
We sprinted towards our home as fast as our legs allowed us. But just as we were about to reach our people, I saw out of the corner of my eye an explosion of blood. I turned to see my companion’s head completely missing, someone had shot him in the head with a powerful rifle. That’s when I noticed the person who shot him. He was a tall, muscular and terrifying man, and he was hold a shotgun in his hands. I was so shocked from witnessing the death of my friend that I couldn’t move to safety, even as the man noticed me and began raising his gun towards my direction, it was as if time had stopped around me. However, just as my life was about to come to a brutal end, the man was hit in the head by a swinging ax, and he immediately dropped dead. Standing behind him was May. I would have thanked her for saving my life, but before I even had a chance to properly react, May shouted at me to get out of the way. I had no time to process her words before I felt a clunk to the back of my head, followed by a pitch black.
I woke up in a daze a few moments later, but I felt so week all I could do was look around. There were several people walking away, all dressed like the man who killed my friend, and with them were the food and supplies we kept in our town. And that’s when I noticed her. May was still alive, tied up and being carried away by one of the men. It was at that moment I blacked out yet again. I awoke some time later. I had such a splitting headache I thought I might have a brain hemorrhage. It took me a few moments to get on my feet, and that’s when I noticed the destruction around me. Our homes and the farm, burned to the ground. Bodies everywhere. My friends…my family, dead. I wanted to end it all right there. I didn’t think I could go on anymore. But I had to. May was still alive. I had to find her, no matter how long it takes…
That’s how I ended up where I am now, travelling the roads, alone, looking for the people who took away May, who took away my life. It’s getting dark, I have to rest. There’s an abandoned building up ahead, identical to the millions of empty buildings that are still standing after The Drop. If I’m lucky, there might be some bottled water inside.
When I enter the house, it’s dark. Fortunately the raiders dropped a flashlight before leaving, and it still has some power left. The first two floors and the basement are entirely empty, having been looted by others long ago. I work my way up to the attic, which is filled with junk, none of it useful. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice something.
It’s a stuffed cat, and it looks just like the one my mother gave to me when I was a little boy, before she vanished. Not only that, but it’s in perfect condition, remarkable considering how the vast majority of items I come across these days are almost completely decayed. Then something weird happens. I start playing with it, like I did with my old one, and I find myself feeling…happy. I think I’ll hang on to it. I need to rest. I have along day ahead of me tomorrow.
I’ve probably stated before in one of these numerous blog posts that it is my dream to one day work within the entertainment industry. The problem is that this is my dream job only in theory. In reality, I had never had enough hands on experience to confirm whether or not I would truly enjoy doing this sort of work for a living. Thanks to the assignments of this past week, which required me to truly stretch my creative muscles, I realize now that this type of creative work truly is what I want to do in the future, and I can’t wait to see how this final week of class challenges me to create something truly unique.
There is not much I have to say on this specific assignment, so I will keep it short and to the point. In the video below I talk about what I would bring with me in order to survive the apocalypse if time was short and I could only take what I could fit into my socks.