So I was messing around with scrolling text on my stream, so I found a random long section of text, copied it, removed the line breaks, and obs just doesnt display all of it X( The bigger i make the font, the more it cuts off from the text..........wtf lol
To test it yourself, create a text source, paste the below random story in the "enter text" section. Then put scroll speed to a negative number so you can quickly see the end. And notice that its not actually the end lol. And then adjust the font size as it is scrolling, and see that the smaller the text, the less it cuts off from the text. At 20 size font, the last words it shows are "that I dont". But at 30 size font, the last words it shows are "helped a dusty".................Is this a bug? Intended? Is there a way around this?
"Reginald Chan looked at the ripped hat in his hands and felt relaxed. He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned West Boggins with its warm, warty waters. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Phil Smart. Phil was an admirable angel with vast fingers and ugly moles. Reginald gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a deranged, creepy, wine drinker with brown fingers and fluffy moles. His friends saw him as a warm, warty writer. Once, he had even helped a dusty owl recover from a flying accident. But not even a deranged person who had once helped a dusty owl recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Phil had in store today. The sun shone like walking horses, making Reginald sad. As Reginald stepped outside and Phil came closer, he could see the bewildered glint in his eye. "Look Reginald," growled Phil, with a giving glare that reminded Reginald of admirable gerbils. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 5302 gold pieces." Reginald looked back, even more sad and still fingering the ripped hat. "Phil, I don't have the money," he replied. They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two tight, thankful tortoises laughing at a very controlling funeral, which had trance music playing in the background and two modest uncles singing to the beat. Suddenly, Phil lunged forward and tried to punch Reginald in the face. Quickly, Reginald grabbed the ripped hat and brought it down on Phil's skull. Phil's vast fingers trembled and his ugly moles wobbled. He looked concerned, his wallet raw like a mushy, mighty map. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Phil Smart was dead. Reginald Chan went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine. THE END"
To test it yourself, create a text source, paste the below random story in the "enter text" section. Then put scroll speed to a negative number so you can quickly see the end. And notice that its not actually the end lol. And then adjust the font size as it is scrolling, and see that the smaller the text, the less it cuts off from the text. At 20 size font, the last words it shows are "that I dont". But at 30 size font, the last words it shows are "helped a dusty".................Is this a bug? Intended? Is there a way around this?
"Reginald Chan looked at the ripped hat in his hands and felt relaxed. He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned West Boggins with its warm, warty waters. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Phil Smart. Phil was an admirable angel with vast fingers and ugly moles. Reginald gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a deranged, creepy, wine drinker with brown fingers and fluffy moles. His friends saw him as a warm, warty writer. Once, he had even helped a dusty owl recover from a flying accident. But not even a deranged person who had once helped a dusty owl recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Phil had in store today. The sun shone like walking horses, making Reginald sad. As Reginald stepped outside and Phil came closer, he could see the bewildered glint in his eye. "Look Reginald," growled Phil, with a giving glare that reminded Reginald of admirable gerbils. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 5302 gold pieces." Reginald looked back, even more sad and still fingering the ripped hat. "Phil, I don't have the money," he replied. They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two tight, thankful tortoises laughing at a very controlling funeral, which had trance music playing in the background and two modest uncles singing to the beat. Suddenly, Phil lunged forward and tried to punch Reginald in the face. Quickly, Reginald grabbed the ripped hat and brought it down on Phil's skull. Phil's vast fingers trembled and his ugly moles wobbled. He looked concerned, his wallet raw like a mushy, mighty map. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Phil Smart was dead. Reginald Chan went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine. THE END"