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Chromomancy Update #4 and Blood Update #1

There is happy news and angry news.

Happy news:

After a total of 8 tries at intrasquare shading, a good shading equation was found at last.  This means other parts of Chromomancy may now be developed.

Unlike the other two videos, this one was compressed.  Twice.  So the quality is bad.  It still looks nice.  It’s still colorful.  That is the happy news.  And the source code can be found here:


Angry News:

It has recently come to my attention that I have been deceived for about 5 years.  When two conflicting blood types are mixed, antibodies from one bind together the cells of the other to create agglutination.  Everywhere I know of, even on google images, this is the depiction of red blood cell agglutination.

So for 5 years, I was like, oh, so antibodies are about as big as cells.  And 3 hours of hardcore geometry and plus/minus sign frustrations were had.  And after those 3 hours, the geometry for Blood was tentatively complete.  The antibodies were able to bind one cell to each end and there was rejoicing.

That is, until an Immunology Textbook was opened.  And it was discovered that antibodies are much smaller than cells (no picture on hand to provide, unfortunately).  And the clear sound of profane words echoed from the room.  Well, a lot of time was wasted there.  And I was really really mad at Red Blood Cells.  I wanted to rip holes in them.  I was that angry.  But they are too small for me to rip holes in myself.  So I turned to Chapter 7 (I will take a moment to thank my Anatomy Teacher) and discovered *drumroll*: The Compliment System.

It goes like this.  C4 (the one that doesn’t explode) binds to cell.  C2 binds to C4.  C3 binds to C2.  C5 is cut by C3 and breaks.  C6 binds to C5.  C7 binds to C6.  C8 binds to C7.  C9 binds to C8.  Then there is a Big MAC.  And the C’s make a lance that tears a hole in the cell for me.  And there are many copies of these C’s that attack all places on the cell membrane. And like a storm of wasps stinging a blimp, deflation occurs and the blimp falls to the ground.  In this case, the Red Blood Cell just dies.  Because there are many many C’s.  Too many C’s to count (similar to how a report card would look).

Yeah, so to celebrate the Compliment System’s ability to rip apart Red Blood Cells, there will be a poem.  Soon.  It is half done.


Using an incomplete Chromomancy engine, a totally different side project was made that has nothing to do with fractals or dots.  It is called Blood.

It is a metaphorical microscopic view of blood.  There is a border, and credit goes to “DanDaBear” for that and I own no rights to the picture and all that legal stuff.

More importantly, there, in the yellowish plasma (different kind of plasma than the one in Chromomancy), are a number of red circles.  Those are red blood cells.  They move around.  That is all there is so far.

But just to keep my mind clear, I’m going to list all the features I plan to have in this project in order of implementation.

1.  Different Blood Types

2. Mixing different blood types.

3.  Blood conglobulation (that word sounds much cooler than agglutination).

4. Sound effects.

5. Background music that may or may not relate in an obscure way to Angora Rabbits.


Now, some poetry!

Once upon a time, there was a Red Blood Cell. Its name was Bob.

Blood Cell Bob was AB+

And life was boring, no big fuss

For adventure, Bob had yearned

And so he’ll have a lesson learned.

All Bob wanted was to meet

Another cell, an O to greet.

Foolish Bob had left his home

In other blood, he will now roam

Searching for a friendly O

He finally found a blood cell, Zoe

In excitement, Bob had spoke

In hopes his poem could invoke.

Shall I compare thee to a red balloon?

Thou art more mobile and more beautiful

Rough winds do shake balloons awry at noon,

And Helium lack color plentiful.

Sometime too bright the dye of plastic shows

And often is the red complexion dead

And every fair from fair malady grows

By chance, or nature’s changing course, unsaid

But thy eternal redness shall not dud

Nor lose possession of that fair thou O’est

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his blood

When in eternal veins to blood thou flowest

So long as cells are red, or veins are blue

So long lives this, and this gives life to you.

And Zoe looked at Bob and said, “You’re not my type”.

Poor Bob 😦

Shakespeare is probably shouting profanity at me for making such a mess of his sonnet.

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