An interesting Christman Present

[Jerry_Atrick]

My son is (still) giving me an interesting Christmas present... He is writing an emu wars game... It is taking him longer than he hoped... He had, however, created this trailer.. some if it is pilphered from youtube, but it was assuming enough to post here. He has apologised for some grammatical and typos (he is a chip off the old block), but he was racing to finish it on time. There is a bit of a gap about mid way through...

 

 

Edited December 27, 2021 by Jerry_Atrick

[red750]

All we get is this:

 

[Jerry_Atrick]

When he awakes from his slumber, I will get him to edit out the music... or take it out (it is theme to Star Wars)...

 

[onetrack]

"Emu Wars game?" I'm sorry, Jerry - but I'm lost on this description. Not being a game player of any kind, doesn't help. The only Emu War I know about was the one we had here in W.A., in the extreme North Eastern Wheatbelt , in 1932 - when the emus invaded ripe wheat crops in force, and the Army was sent in with machine guns to wipe out huge numbers of them.

 

The end result was about on a par with an American Army "jungle-clearing" exercise - vast amounts of ammunition expended, for very few kills. The story of the "Emu War" went worldwide, and horrified the budding environmentalists and animal-lovers of the Old World. Unfortunately, few of them understood how damaging emus were/are to crops, and how tough they are to kill!

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emu_War

[Jerry_Atrick]

It is a paradoy of how we can finally wreak vengeance and win the Emu War

[old man emu]

My grandfather fought in the Emu War. Not many people know the factors behind the war. The emus got along pretty well with Man, especially those dark skinned ones, for thousands of years. Admittedly, we lost some every year to the dark ones, but they respected those they killed by taking every part of them into their bodies and society. Then came the light skinned ones. They didn't treat emus with the same respect. Then we heard that the men of these light skinned ones were fighting amongst themselves far, far away. It wasn't a fight like our women folk fought during mating season. Our women were fighting each other over the men so they could have partners to make chicks. The light skinned ones' fight was between the men and was all about who could live on each bit of country.  

 

Anyway, one lot of these light skinned men rode horses. We liked the horses. They came into our country when the light skinned ones came, but the horses were friendly and we shared our food with them. These horses could run as fast as us, so we used to call them Dromaius which means "fast-footed".  Some of the light skinned ones' wise men were calling us Dromaius novaehollandiae  which means "fast-footed New Hollander". It seems that the light skinned people wanted to have a sign that they were the fast-footed ones amongst their fighters, so the buggers rounded up lots of my grandfather's people and plucked the feathers off them and stuck them in their hats. That was insult enough, but they made it worse by calling them "kangaroo feathers" What an insult! We all know that emus can't fly. But they can run the pants off a kangaroo.

 

Well eventually these light skinned ones stopped fighting amongst each other and came back to out country. They then started to dig up the ground to get rid of the trees and grasses we ate and the started to grow just one sort of grass they called "wheat". Well, that really made it hard for us to survive as our normal food was in short supply. After a while lots of us met in a corroboree to discuss the problem. It was agreed that action had to be taken to win back our lands. Our elders decided that the problem was too large to be solved by the Kurdaitcha men of the clans. The elders told us that each clan was to send its warriors into the wheat and trample and eat what they wanted. The elders figured that lots of small attacks would be safer for us than  if we sent all our warriors to attack in one place.

 

The warriors were doing well for a while, but then the light skinned ones got help from some of their clan relatives who had originally taken our feathers. They came and rounded us up like their cattle forcing us to run between fences. Then they pointed noisy, chattering things at us. The noise killed some of us, but not many. We retreated from them and gathered for another corroboree where the elders discussed what had happened. They decided that from then on, emus would only carry out attacks in small numbers and if they saw light skinned ones gathering, the emus would move away into the bush so that there was no contact.

 

This worked well to save emus' lives, but the light skinned ones continues to clear our country and plant wheat. One day an Old Man Kangaroo came to meet with our elders. He told the elders that the kangaroos were having the same problem with light skinned ones. After a lot of discussion an agreement was made that the emus and kangaroos would work together to knock down the wheat. The kangaroos would go in first and jump onto the fences around the wheat to flatten them. Then the emus would go into the wheat through the broken fences and race around, quickly flattening the wheat with their big feet.

 

So the emus and the kangaroos won that little war. Their victory is commemorated in this symbol, which shows the kangaroo and emu sharing the lands of the light skinned ones between them.

 

[old man emu]

On 27/12/2021 at 10:22 PM, Jerry_Atrick said:

When he awakes from his slumber,

Why is it that these young blokes involved in any way with developing digital platforms, be they games or eCommerce, never seem to operate on the same times as the rest of us? I can't get my son to answer a phone call before 10:00 am , but I bet it would be picked up straight away at 12:37 am.

[Jerry_Atrick]

Hi mates go to university and don't start gaming until that time 😉

 

Actually, which is a good thing, because his mate' university life has him questioning whether he should be going, too..

[Jerry_Atrick]

Hi has finally changed the music score enough to beat the ban.. or so he thinks...

 

 

(Again, pretend the ostrich is an emu; and of course, the grammatical errors are still there).

[old man emu]

Bring it on, Digger!