Halken

Projects

My GitHub page is found at Halvorsen256.

After a day of gruelling editing and refinement, I ported the Aeon Genesis Translation Patch to Cave Story+ on Nintendo Switch. I've spent almost all of my past 24 waking hours on creating this patch. It should be stable. If you own Cave Story+ and a fusee-vulnerable Nintendo Switch, you can download it from here. The patch was created, debugged with, and also fully usable on the yuzu emulator.

USM

A Smash 3DS project mentioned on Vice and has over a thousand players. A playlist of its soundtrack can be found here.  

USM was an introduction to reverse engineering the forgotten 3DS version of Super Smash Bros., learning about the console, and managing communities.

Everything from graphic design, to soundtrack arrangement, to ARM assembly (and proprietary bytecode languages, like AnimCMD), were involved in this project.

The mod source is hosted on a private GitHub repository, which may become public when development starts to permanently cease.

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Now featuring an IBM ThinkPad touchpad!

I regularly undergo hardware repair journeys, such as custom painted Nintendo Switch controllers or re-shelled, dual IPS New 3DS consoles. (These also have capture cards installed by Stefan Merki in Germany)

A fully working Wii U was obtained in this method for $30, and about $500 was amassed from selling these services on eBay during a summer when I was 15.

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Posts

• (no title) Post 1092
  • Published 2021/12/25 at 21:22
    • I want to live long enough to give everyone closure. I just don't know if I'll get that time. I don't have control.
• Less than 1000 hours Post 1056
  • Published 2021/12/06 at 08:29
    • The closer the time comes, the more I am at peace with myself. Despite the fact that I'm still tormented by mental hell, the fact that I know it will be coming to a close precisely enough to keep me calm; in the anticipation sense, anyway. It hasn't even been 24 hours since my last public deterioration caused by nothing but thoughts. My psychiatrist suspects that the muscle flinches I have are psychogenic non-epileptic events. These are non-epileptic seizures which replicate the physical and visual features of a seizure, but with no abnormal brain activity according. I don't disagree, as symptoms align; being triggered with mental states is also a hallmark factor for PNEEs. In the beginning of the year, I have had an EEG done. This test failed to show any irregularities, further supporting this. When handling items, my hands jerk, which catches people by surprise (and me as well, since I have no idea when a thought is going to jump into my head, ergo, when my limbs will jerk). In the past 24 hours, during a single work shift, I broke down twice while thinking about certain people. For the record, since that post was made, there have been two other persons of interest who are not described in that post. These people are who I'm referencing in this scenario. When I recovered and went back to my job, I continued to flinch, and it was taking multiple customers by surprise. With what already happened in the context, it certainly did not contribute to my mental state that I was unable to anticipate and attempt to cull my own muscles from jerking while handling their products, making me feel powerless and reckless on top of everything else.

Here, I mentioned how it's impossible to reasonably appear in public. At the current moment, everything I've feared is now playing out. In addition to the PNEEs, I tend to hit or choke myself, which is pathetic to attempt to explain when it happens in public, as I don't even fully know if it is a conscious movement on my end. It doesn't feel like it, and self-abusive motions would be odd to occur involuntarily. And if a person notices the action, it makes me only want to disappear. I don't want to be expected to have to provide a self-summary of every catalyst behind my actions whenever one of these attacks occur. As such, I've recently posted to people I know in person that I now lack the mental capacity to mirror conversational atmospheres / "vibes", and probably going to not appear as approachable as I sense this deterioration. Everything is playing out exactly how I knew it would, even after I've sought external help. My experience of living in the past few years can only be accurately described as stifling and suffocative. I have made many efforts to improve my scenario. These efforts do not remove or placate the issue. These attempts to cull them is only like putting a fire-smothering blanket on a forest fire. As years go by, I recognise that a number of these issues can only be pacified and not conquered. There's people who think that their clichéd life lessons justify spending a lifetime in hell. No, I am not interested in proving my "strength" to please you or "being a wiser person" after this. I'm doing this as a form of self-care. In or around the month of July, I started a hourly countdown to the day I intend to take my life. I have already the day, in my head. It is less than a thousand hours from the time this post is being written. There are two factors that are able to change this day. One is if I'm able to physically move from myself to another state. I feel as if that can soothe the mental pain dramatically, despite knowing that I'll carry a large amount of it regardless. The other is remaining private, even for here. In 2019, I gave myself the entirety of 2020 to determine whether staying around is worth it. It wasn't, and I regretted not going through with it back then. At the end of 2020, the same self-reflection occurred. Every time I used my device, I would see this countdown, and ask myself if anything improved and if my situation is any better. You can probably guess the answer. I wasn't intending to survive into this current year. Specific opportunities arose which gave me the chance to enhance the lives of myself and the people around me, and for the most part, these have been fulfilled. Those opportunities delayed this form of self-injury. I am satisfied that I have been able to provide to people who need it. Material things and fulfilling personal projects and goals have also pacified these desires to put a bullet through my skull. But they didn't remove it. Most of the positive memories I have are also corrupted by negative events with them. And the noted events aren't exaggerated, and I've made sure of that. They're equally as intense as the positive association, and often for good reason. I won't be able to go into detail for any of these, as I can't so much as think about them without going down into a mental hell and facing panic attacks. I'm looking forward to this day. And I can only hope other people will be happy for me. I don't want my body incinerated. I am not an organ donor. I'd just like my body preserved, intact, for the longest duration possible. Despite terrible memories breaking me at times, the only thing I'll regret is the fact that many of the better memories will be lost to time and irrecoverable. When a person dies, you're irreversibly losing a lifetime of information. Like crushing a hard disk drive, or burning a journal. This is why I tried to do what I could with the wiki site meant to document everything I know. But this soon proved to be an excessively large task that would be impossible to complete within a year. Inline within those efforts, I'm okay with losing my body for the rest of time, but I don't want to lose myself. I don't want to be gone with no chance of returning to experience the future that I've been anticipating ever since I was a toddler. I value, somewhat, my abilities and knowledge. If I could enter a coma for the next 2-5 years, even if my body decayed into a weak mass of bones and organs, I would take it immediately. Please trust me, I've already done so and had to relearn how to walk. Those experiences in and shortly after the hospital, after losing my mind in almost every medical sense aside from brain death, in and of itself houses nearly half of the memories that I can't escape. But I'd at least get a break. It's unfortunate, but over continuing to live as I have been, this is my only option. I severely apologise to the people I've helped mentally, and those who broke out of their shell with me, the people who consider and have mentioned me as their "one good friend". I want to mention my family as well, but those thought processes are inaccessible in the same manner of the ones about "specific people" up above, so I similarly enter mental hell as soon as I dive any deeper.
I just really, truly need to die, and there is no escaping that fact. Even coming face to face with death in 2018 wasn't enough; it needs to be done.

• Man, time flies Post 1029
  • Published 2021/10/26 at 12:48
    • Been over a year since I started posting on this site. There are many posts on this very site that are on a private page. There are a chain of events any public user can go through to view these posts. These posts semi-privately documented the progression of my issues within the past few years. And I'm still not even an ounce better. I'm still dealing with medication, I've done the lifestyle changes I could, which weren't a small feat. I hate every medical call after call for my physical cardiac and physiological issues and the mental hell on top of it doesn't make it better. If I have to force myself to the point where living is going to have to be unenjoyable in the first place... then what's the point. What is the actual benefit. Because hey. I didn't go through with it last year, no matter how much I wanted to. The thought of being disposed of still permeates my mind before I even open my eyes in the morning, but I'm still here. I've progressed to the point where I can recognise and categorise the reasons I cannot interact with society on any sustained level, but I'm still here. It's more or less destroyed my appearance in public. Which in turn... makes me hate appearing in public, as it is now an embarrassment, since I feel as if I've lost control of myself and am mentally detached from the outside. I have normalised self-harmful jokes and gestures as part of my every day life and have uncontrollable panic attacks. Coworkers distance themselves as a result, a few disgustedly telling me to get help in response. And despite the ""help"" (I've been making phone calls for new counseling as recently as yesterday), nothing has changed. And there are no happy endings no matter which path I take, through the most objective judgement possible. If I avoid hurting myself, it will come at the expense of others. It's like an unescapable black hole. Fighting to change the world so that people actually find life worth living is cool and all, but good luck getting me to stay motivated for a lifetime doing so when there's always another shackle added to the permanent ones that have existed before. It's not fulfilling. This isn't a game where it's self-contained and a minor setback only matters in the screen's universe. Knowing daily that while the past is in the past, it will never stop being my history and will always appear painstakingly when I least expect it to. Who said that I have to change the world? Absolutely no one. The world is not out to get me. It doesn't make it any less difficult to navigate due to societal norms. Maintaining a façade of sanity is no different than mimicking an movie character in public. It's false, seemingly exaggerated, and tiring. I've not been in school in three years due to having suicidal urges after nearly every class, both due to forced social interaction and my own incompetence. Some of my friends have already graduated. But, you know. I'm still here. Like they said, it gets better just because my brain just hopes it does. Who knows, maybe these platitudes actually do help some people. Can't even talk about this without dragging others down in my sorrows. I don't want to die alone, but I can't just ask someone to witness me while I leave. Potential legal liability for them and trauma on top of it. Can't stay silent and act against my ideals just so the persons immediately in front of me don't interpret my actions as a negative. I hate how for every few new friend I've tried to make, they've individually been exposed to and pointed out my "oddities". Even though we've gotten along before, it's "better if I just stay in the screen". Another reason to be cast aside and disposed of.
      It directly makes me happy to know that people won't have to be dragged down by my problems anymore, just like it directly makes me happy that I know when other people are enjoying my company. I knew that if I didn't get better, I'd end up hating the world more intensely each passing day. I never wanted that to happen. I'd feel sorry for myself, but you can ask my own mother if I'm capable of feeling that emotion in the first place. Just take care not to speak for me in any circumstance. There has been little to no correlation between my desires and my actions as of the past few years. I don't even want a funeral. I don't want a funeral. I want to be forgotten. And I want to eventually be able to forget about myself, too. おやすみ。 I'm hoping to sleep forever.
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• Sept
  • Published 2020/09/15 at 04:06
    • I don't speak about this often for good reason, but it's almost impossible to go in public in general, especially at this point. I look forward to meeting coworkers at work, despite the act of talking and seeing other people mentally exhausting to the highest degree; yet if I'm alone, it's not possible to turn my brain off. I've neglected to mention the topics of why and what I process during both of those times, and it doesn't matter as it's both fundamental and unfixable. I just don't know how I coped back when I was described as "not being able to stop smiling" years ago, as if something changed between now and then. But even I don't know exactly what. All of the daily things which keep us busy are the very things that confuse me. People don't make sense to me, and neither do I to myself. I can't describe my own emotions nor actions particularly, especially if someone is asking me on the fly. I just have a marginally better time identifying others', even if I don't understand why they feel that way in general. That has been slipping though, as well, which was my only redeeming quality outside of software troubleshooting and development. Spending the last few years "winging it" to see if anything would change was fruitless, spending the last few months trying to actively change was similar. Merely talking to people generally doesn't change or help anything personally; action does. You can't improve without taking actions to attempt to. But, while I was minimally proactive in seeking a psychiatrist, it's not like I have the ability to converse in real time effectively between the mental block on discussing myself, the inability to identify my own actions and machinations, and a speech impediment that has been documented ever since I was a toddler. While some say they don't hear it, all of the people who ask you to repeat a simple sentence thrice or more on end doesn't exactly sell that feeling. And this was only before the masks.
• What if we just stopped fragmenting ourselves
  • Published 2020/09/11 at 07:20
    • ...and adopt a global timedate system. This system would use every format already used, based on context. There is no format objectively better than the other. "Smallest unit to largest" provides no functional benefit; the most relevant piece of information is not always the day. For starters, the date 04/11/20 is different in every region. It can be April 11th, 2020. It can be November 4th, 2020. It can also be November 20th, 2004. ISO 8601 (YYYY-MM-DD) aims to solve this by placing the year (not condensed) in front, the month secondarily, and day as the last value. This solves two glaring problems with the other standards; the year truncation issue as mentioned in the last example, and the context-based issue that has been yet to be explained. Consider a situation where you are due for bloodwork in one week. This usage makes some sense. The first piece of information fed to you is the day. This isn't an issue here, as this context immediately implies that the day will be in the current (or next) month. The rest of the listing is merely for posterity. However, with this same context, you can truncate the month and year entirely. You are told the appointment date on April 6th. "Your next appointment is on the 13th." perfectly conveys that your next appointment is on April 13th, regardless of if the office staff even says April. In DMY, your brain will categorise the day as a certain place in an undetermined month, since it's the first piece of information fed. This doesn't immediately give much info aside from "beginning, middle, or end of random month". Of course, this issue is not apparent when the month is immediately implied, such as the above example. ----In contrast, consider a situation where the month isn't ambiguous. As the listener is presented with an arbitrary date in the future, the distance between the current date and the future date is the first statistic evaluated. Presenting the month first will provide the greatest evidence of the overall distance between the current date and the future date. No matter what part of the year you are in, you will immediately know that the gallery will take place in the beginning of the year. If you were told that sentence in December, then you will immediately know that the event is happening in just a few months. If you were told that sentence in April, you will immediately know that the event will not occur for at least another year. Both of these are solved with ISO 8601, but that introduces the pitfall of presenting the most redundant information first. As you can usually cut the month out in most cases with DMY, you can almost always cut the year out, in day-to-day discussion. ----This is precisely why context based formatting should begin to exist. Historical events will be better as ISO 8601 - YYYY-MM-DD. The latency between the current year and the historic event is much more of a concern than the specific day, in the majority of cases. Likewise, formal and professional documentation, and any writing intended to be viewed in the far future without context is more appropriate with this format. DMY is best used as an informal and short term marker for the date, used in contexts where the month and year are easily inferred and not as important as the day. However, in most cases, the latter two pieces of data can be omitted entirely, which also lends DMY to be used as a short term format. Finally, with MDY, we should find ourselves using this in the majority of uses, for dates that aren't happening within the upcoming month but still within a close range of years - upcoming business events, entertainment dates, appointments, elections, etc. The most relevant piece of information in a date is not a constant. It is pointless to govern a single format to be used in place of all three circumstances. Sidenote: Japan has a unique method of listing dates that bypasses any ambiguity entirely. 2020年09月15日 - 年 marks the year. 月 marks the month. 日 marks the day. No ambiguity is possible here, and the date is listed neatly in an order from largest value to smallest (doesn't exactly matter, though). No matter your stance, however, there is one more thing left to be mentioned... ...there is no excuse for 12-hour time to exist. :) (side note: military time is not the same thing as 24-hour time... Wikipedia says that military is "popularly referred" to as 24-hour chiefly in the US. This is factual, but it does not imply that the usage is correct just because many use it. Military time is read without a colon when represented numerically, and with an "hundred hours" or "hours" suffix. 1910 is nineteen ten hours. Notice how there is no colon. You can add "hundred hours" if it is a new hour; 1500 is fifteen hundred hours. You can also pronounce every digit; 0256 is "zero two five six" or "two fifty-six hours". --- 24-hour time (civilian time) is read as two pairs of two-digit numbers. This is what the entirety of the world uses. Civilian time can be expressed in both 12-hour notations or 24-hour notations. 19:10 is nineteen-ten. 12:40 is twelve-forty. 20:00 can be "twenty", "twenty zero", "eight pm" (yes, people in 24-hour time using countries still use 12-hour equivalents in these cases)
      Zero people talk in a fashion such as "I go into work at fifteen hundred hours" in day to day life.)
• (no title)
  • Published 2020/08/12 at 16:25
    • I can't even cry. The knot in my chest grows stronger, but tears just don't come out. Every rush feels like a physical animal punching the inside of my chest. Thinking is physically hurting me, causing me to reel in pain.
• 海わ遠くない
  • Published 2020/08/11 at 04:53
    • ねえ、 生まれつき臆病な人なんていない
• Taste, what a bittersweet
  • Published 2020/08/07 at 06:26
    • There's something about subverted expectations which strongly draw me to most media. Simple and Clean: Ray of Hope Mix - Hikaru Utada How this track has the undertones of a party song yet discusses serious interpersonal issues. Tomorrow is Mine - Keeley Bumford Similar to the previous, Keeley swoons at exactly how they'll ensure that you meet your demise. There are also background lyrics if you listen closely: "You'd better run - Grab your gun and fire - Endless supply - Take a hike - Truth you'll find - Victory's mine" I first heard this song while browsing soundtracks at work - it's served as a catalyst for playing Bayonetta 2, as well as serving as a major confidence boost during 2018. The entirety of the game consists of subverted expectations, with the eponymous character showing that she can take care of business while flaunting her unique finesse. Final Battle - Cave Story How this track emerges from a game with initial overall toddler-like and innocent undertones, yet you are dropped into the depths of Hell itself for the final confrontation soon after this plays. Almost all of my attachments to music in general call back to memories of the emotional situations and atmosphere that they played in; why I listen entirely to music from games or movies, not standalone songs. All music in games are created to serve a functional purpose, whether it is to evoke an emotion or thematically showcase an event. The concept of idle background tracks generally seems pointless, and I have no attachment to empty audio you'd find on the radio. Note, all credit is given in the title, so the link directs to a metal-heavy reimagining of this track.
    • Battlefield - Super Smash Bros. (2014) The composition of this track is close to perfect, in my eyes. As of yet, I've not heard many instrumentals which rival it. Subtle details such as the drums gracefully edging out, while the horns close out the section from ten seconds in - before the entire track swoops up with a refreshing new wind instrument to enhance the repeating melody. The composition transforms to an epic high-toned friendly banter tune to a darker and suspenseful guitar-heavy section, just before the winds prepare you for the final climax which showcases the masterful use of its drums. There is an immense amount of detail put into this track, some of which is showcased here. There is an official successor to this track, and it does a very poor job of improving on this rendition. I've taken these details into account while directing the Battlefield track for USM. Its transitions aren't perfect, but I think it does a great job at setting the mood during battle.
    • You Will Know Our Names - Xenoblade Chronicles There also is a level of genius in the usage of this track as well. From its title, one would assume it references the protagonists, or the antagonists of the story. However, this is a standard battle theme for random field enemies. These field enemies tend to be much stronger than the player, leading into the fact that the player will "know their names" and figure out who to avoid while on the map. Also, if the player is underpowered, the fight will be over fairly quickly. The climax of this theme (as showcased) is positioned so it's generally only heard if the players survive long enough to reign triumphant, which also is a stroke of skill in terms of its arrangement.
    • Connected - Hydelic Curiously not about a romance as the lyrics imply, this song is actually about a recently born child. Furthermore, this song was created (remixed) expressly for a Tetris game. In the flagship title "Tetris Effect", developers reminisce at how Tetris has matured from a indie block-stacking game in the 1980s, to its own experience with a bolstering competitive community and fans spanning multiple generations.
    • Chikai (誓い) - Hikaru Utada
      
      Thematically, this has nothing to do with the rest of the songs. There aren't subverted expectations, Chikai is simply here because of the genius behind naturally mixing English and Japanese lyrics. Its placement, coming out of the blue during the climax of the song, also becomes more impactful. Japanese highly lends itself to poetry due to its vowel-based syllabic script.
  • There's even a small selection of songs secondarily to everything listed here, that I memorised and listen to. I haven't heard Beyoncé's Déjà Vu in almost a decade due to losing the device I owned it on, but as soon as I recalled the name and played it, I jumped straight back into the song as if I only heard it yesterday. I strongly do not prefer rap music, but Dead and Gone was my number one song on the aforementioned device (an iPod nano that I used daily during the fifth and sixth grade, to listen to music on the school bus).
    I listen and know Michael Jackson songs due to Michael Jackson: The Experience. The memory of dancing to every song back in 2011/2012 still lingers on the edge of my mind and the songs have never left me. Smooth Criminal, especially. Memories of dancing to Speed Demon and Earth Song are just golden.
• Repetitive Representation
  • Published 2020/06/22 at 08:23
    • As a collector, I often own tens of the same product, but in different models. As a listener, I nearly exclusively listen to the same songs, just in multiple languages, or in vastly different remixes. As a media consumer, I would rather play remakes of existing games than new ones. And, as a game modder and developer, stretching proprietary hardware beyond its confines to perform new tasks (i.e. installing Android on the Nintendo Switch) is nothing short of intriguing.
      Seeing a single concept represented in different ways allows it to fully become realised and every intricacy becomes increasingly visible, and it makes me happy to see people express their ideas in diverse ways.
• June 8. 2020
  • Being around people right now is toxic for me, and for them. People want to talk to me and I can't physically do anything but stay quiet, even if I wanted to. I don't know if it's anxiety, but some executive function inside me is forcing me to be verbally silent. The last time this happened was mid-2018, which I chalked up to selective mutism. I was in a minimally conscious state for two weeks after my coma. Nurses documented an avoidant personality type alongside my inability to speak. This isn't something I can control. Even if I could talk, I don't know what to say as my mind draws a blank as much as I try. I want and require to be left alone. It's a mistake to have even presented myself to other people; there is not a single good reason to get anyone else involved with something I can't fully define myself. I can't talk to a therapist for this reason, either. I'm becoming incompetent. Flaws in my logic and judgement are being exposed left and right, I don't trust myself to do anything, even something like driving. I hate this autonomous robot I have become in the past few years. I was never able to hold a conversation with a person for more than 5 minutes; there's nothing to talk about aside from greetings, small talk, and salutations. There is, quite literally, no personality which exists, and I have no interests aside from a dubious, niche console hacking background. I'm a lifeless husk which shifts into whatever personality the second party exhibits in order to fit in. I have no identity and that's nothing less than a fact. A ten minute discussion that seems normal does not expose a person's overall character or personality. A lot of my fundamental viewpoints are contrary to what is considered normal. I don't belong in this society. Being a member of society doesn't work if you have to avoid said society to have a semblance of function. A warning alarm goes off inside my head for every action I take, which was a trait I held dear during school, but is eating me alive at present - I can physically hear these alarming thoughts. My thoughts are getting loud to the point where I have to cover my ears. I don't want to put everything on hold for me to learn how to become a human when none of it interests me. It isn't being pessimistic for the sake of pessimism. I fail to see the point in that; these are my unadulterated experiences.
    I have already reduced my work schedule to four days a month and I know that that is still too much. I'm trapped, and none of this will make any sense to anyone. There is no best decision for anything in this situation. I still couldn't properly explain every issue in this giant group of paragraphs.
    • 2020/08/07 - Two more months have passed and nothing changed. It’s not necessarily that I’m not advocating for it or failing to even try; I don’t know what to do. Everything’s hit rock bottom and stuff will find a way to go lower. I woke up crying yesterday from a dream, those things I rarely ever have in the first place. I noticed, that in dreams like that, they’re always set during my childhood in Ohio. Back when I didn’t have to worry about my own issues and when I was just an equal generic baby to the next toddler in the church daycare. When I didn’t have to worry about my mom’s declining health, or how I have to be filled with guilt towards the houseowner that is on the other side of the country. Not even mentioning college. I started crying immediately after the mother in my dreams told me that “we’ll be going home soon.” As if it were the closing to a normal day, free of fears and lies and responsibilities. An able-bodied parent who can transport themselves at all is something I knew was off. My mom hasn’t been like that for over a decade. I start to think about the potential that could have arisen, and every single opportunity that I passed down. I can’t believe this is what everything’s led up to during all 19 years. I guess it doesn’t help that I found a photo of me as a two-year-old before the day of the dream. The future stresses me out. Public facing roles stress me out. Prolonged person-to-person interaction burns me out… which is my job, and a requirement for attending literally any college course. I’ve been burnt out for the past 3 years, and every effort I take to climb out of this rut returns fruitless. I haven’t made a commit to many of my projects since 2018. I’ve taken two semesters of college and not passed a single class. This is due to my own incompetence, period, no sugarcoating will change that. I strongly dislike being willingly led in the wrong direction just because “it’s okay” or “it’s normal”. People are meaning well and I can’t help but push them away. Yet, the easiest way to get this off my mind is by typing to an audience-less void. I don’t like being a ghost to people who mean well, but my own head stops me from being any closer to anyone. I ask people to confide in my for their issues, yet I can’t confide in anyone else. I rarely ever speak to any of my friends in the first place, unless they’re in a group. Is it supposed to help that my memory’s being gradually wiped before my eyes and I’m experiencing increasingly debilitating psychological disorders ever since my stroke? Misophonia makes me wish I was deaf every day, the potential myoclonic seizures are nothing but alarming.
      • 2020/08/12 at 16:47 - On the off-chance that anyone reads this in the future, I've already tried holding out for years; this certainly isn't an impulsive act.