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Happy new year!
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Ways to reach me:
Facebook page (PM for my real FB if you're so inclined i guess)
Instagram (photos and videos of pets that belong to me and other people)
Anyway I beat Final Fantasy 15 some weeks ago. It's the first game I've actually completed in forever. It's the first RPG I've actually completed in forever. It's the first Square Enix game I've actually completed in forever. Basically, it's pretty big deal that I finished it. Also I cried for days afterwards and am still not over it.
I have other games to beat, which I've made a list of below for my own reference.
Been packing lunch for a while. Trying to lose some weight. Basically gained like 20lbs over the past year- not that anyone except my mother has noticed.
Going to get a snake. I expect it'll be some time this year.
Video games backlog (let's just count the RPGs ok?):
Yoshi's Wooly World
Paper Mario: Paint Splash
Nier: Gestalt
Ni no Kuni
Katamari Forever (ok not an rpg but there's a completion)
The Last Guardian
Bloodborne
Legend of Zelda all the way back from Oot onwards (holy fuck will I even accomplish that)
also i decided to play ranked League this year
r.i.p.
Facebook page (PM for my real FB if you're so inclined i guess)
Instagram (photos and videos of pets that belong to me and other people)
Anyway I beat Final Fantasy 15 some weeks ago. It's the first game I've actually completed in forever. It's the first RPG I've actually completed in forever. It's the first Square Enix game I've actually completed in forever. Basically, it's pretty big deal that I finished it. Also I cried for days afterwards and am still not over it.
I have other games to beat, which I've made a list of below for my own reference.
Been packing lunch for a while. Trying to lose some weight. Basically gained like 20lbs over the past year- not that anyone except my mother has noticed.
Going to get a snake. I expect it'll be some time this year.
Video games backlog (let's just count the RPGs ok?):
Yoshi's Wooly World
Paper Mario: Paint Splash
Nier: Gestalt
Ni no Kuni
Katamari Forever (ok not an rpg but there's a completion)
The Last Guardian
Bloodborne
Legend of Zelda all the way back from Oot onwards (holy fuck will I even accomplish that)
also i decided to play ranked League this year
r.i.p.
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updates...?
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I'm gainfully employed again.
I think I haven't been drawing because I am now dead inside.
My piano students frustrate me.
Next artist alley appearance: MiniComi in July!
I think I haven't been drawing because I am now dead inside.
My piano students frustrate me.
Next artist alley appearance: MiniComi in July!
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X Days
4 min read
Day X
It is a training session. I enter the building, an old abandoned house with an architecture style from a century ago. The first room is clear. Debris and dirt covers the floor. We enter a hallway; it rumbles. A seven foot tall, seven foot wide mass of muscle and rage bursts through a doorway towards us. Our weapons are obviously useless against it. We fire at it anyway. Then we flee the old abandoned house.
There is a gathering of people. They don't look like they belong here. Too fancy. Too cultured. They are here to see how the project is coming along. I am introduced to one of them; she wears an extravagent gown and a ridiculously large white wig that rises a foot above her head. I don't care who she is.
Day X
Grass. Plains. I cover the distance with ease over dry, yellowed grass. Nothing can detect me, if there is anything around to do so. The ground dips and mounds of stone rise around it. I circle the closest one to my left and step to its peak. I can see how the land around me looks at a different point in time. My feet crunch into snow. Everything is covered in white.
Day X
The infirmary is less a hospital, and more an office. I make my way down a narrow passage sectioned off with a low dividing wall. The receptionist acknowledges my presence as I walk past. My legs cannot carry me fully. I keep myself upright by bracing myself against sturdy surfaces. I refuse to rely on crutches.
I lower myself into the examination chair. The doctor, the technician, the engineer examine my failed limbs. I allow myself to feel the pain I had been keeping at bay. I nearly pass out. They compress my feet, review system logs, figure out what went wrong with the cybernetics. They were damaged by an outside force, obviously. An explosion, it seems. But they have to make sure. Protocol.
Day X
My commanding officer checks on my recovery progress. I don't like what she says. I'm standing. She walks away. I insist that I can fight. I say it slightly louder than necessary, because I feel the eyes of the other cyborgs on me. I fear these girls will attack me, to cull the weak and strengthen the pack. They were programmed to. She looks back at me. She knows I can fight. She firmly orders me to stand down and do what she says before this facility sees some bloody carnage.
Not because I will meet my end, but because I can, and will, kill every one of my attackers before I fall, even in my debilitated state.
Day X
One leg was more damaged than the other. I walk with a limp. We receive our examination results, a package of papers stapled in one corner. I don't bother looking at mine. The members of my unit discuss things with each other. I watch one of them speak to a supervisor. She fails to meet the program's standards. We don't know what will happen to her, but she bows her head in disappointment.
Day X
My limp is less pronounced than before. I walk without support. My unit and I have bonded, become friends. Four of us accompany an officer to the launch station. He tells us the difference between two of the races arriving at the event. His friendliness sets the mood for our mission.
On the transport ship, we are dismissed to roam freely until we arrive. Settling down by a window, we are approached by an authoritative man wrapped in a heavy officer's cloak that conceals his entire body from the shoulders down. He regards us with disapproval. The way we wear our dress uniforms offend his sensibilities, and he tells us to fix them. As he walks away, my teammates snicker and I roll my eyes at his retreating form. We knew him long ago as our equal.
It is a training session. I enter the building, an old abandoned house with an architecture style from a century ago. The first room is clear. Debris and dirt covers the floor. We enter a hallway; it rumbles. A seven foot tall, seven foot wide mass of muscle and rage bursts through a doorway towards us. Our weapons are obviously useless against it. We fire at it anyway. Then we flee the old abandoned house.
There is a gathering of people. They don't look like they belong here. Too fancy. Too cultured. They are here to see how the project is coming along. I am introduced to one of them; she wears an extravagent gown and a ridiculously large white wig that rises a foot above her head. I don't care who she is.
Day X
Grass. Plains. I cover the distance with ease over dry, yellowed grass. Nothing can detect me, if there is anything around to do so. The ground dips and mounds of stone rise around it. I circle the closest one to my left and step to its peak. I can see how the land around me looks at a different point in time. My feet crunch into snow. Everything is covered in white.
Day X
The infirmary is less a hospital, and more an office. I make my way down a narrow passage sectioned off with a low dividing wall. The receptionist acknowledges my presence as I walk past. My legs cannot carry me fully. I keep myself upright by bracing myself against sturdy surfaces. I refuse to rely on crutches.
I lower myself into the examination chair. The doctor, the technician, the engineer examine my failed limbs. I allow myself to feel the pain I had been keeping at bay. I nearly pass out. They compress my feet, review system logs, figure out what went wrong with the cybernetics. They were damaged by an outside force, obviously. An explosion, it seems. But they have to make sure. Protocol.
Day X
My commanding officer checks on my recovery progress. I don't like what she says. I'm standing. She walks away. I insist that I can fight. I say it slightly louder than necessary, because I feel the eyes of the other cyborgs on me. I fear these girls will attack me, to cull the weak and strengthen the pack. They were programmed to. She looks back at me. She knows I can fight. She firmly orders me to stand down and do what she says before this facility sees some bloody carnage.
Not because I will meet my end, but because I can, and will, kill every one of my attackers before I fall, even in my debilitated state.
Day X
One leg was more damaged than the other. I walk with a limp. We receive our examination results, a package of papers stapled in one corner. I don't bother looking at mine. The members of my unit discuss things with each other. I watch one of them speak to a supervisor. She fails to meet the program's standards. We don't know what will happen to her, but she bows her head in disappointment.
Day X
My limp is less pronounced than before. I walk without support. My unit and I have bonded, become friends. Four of us accompany an officer to the launch station. He tells us the difference between two of the races arriving at the event. His friendliness sets the mood for our mission.
On the transport ship, we are dismissed to roam freely until we arrive. Settling down by a window, we are approached by an authoritative man wrapped in a heavy officer's cloak that conceals his entire body from the shoulders down. He regards us with disapproval. The way we wear our dress uniforms offend his sensibilities, and he tells us to fix them. As he walks away, my teammates snicker and I roll my eyes at his retreating form. We knew him long ago as our equal.
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Bed potato
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Some people may think that I'm a lazy potato that loves to hide in bed under my blankets as much as I can, but let me tell them a thing:
The comfortable, warm, distraction-less sensory deprivation is very good for hammering out clearer plans for my comicking. Nowadays I do a large percentage of my planning in my mind, only putting pencil to paper for thumbnails after I've got a definite layout in mind. Or maybe I go straight to loose roughs, then straight to inking.
p.s. hello chores imma ignore you today i've got pictures to draw
The comfortable, warm, distraction-less sensory deprivation is very good for hammering out clearer plans for my comicking. Nowadays I do a large percentage of my planning in my mind, only putting pencil to paper for thumbnails after I've got a definite layout in mind. Or maybe I go straight to loose roughs, then straight to inking.
p.s. hello chores imma ignore you today i've got pictures to draw
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Happy New Year
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I'm working full time in an insurance office now. I just do paperwork, and when I don't have any to do, I study the textbook for level 1 licensing.
One of my mice died last month. Iggy is on her own now, but she seems to be doing fine. I try to give her as much attention as she can stand.
I got guppies for my 5 gallon tank. There's four guppies and one cherry barb in there now. I think I'm going to go get two more. Guppies are very interesting to watch.
I went to a salon on my own for the first time, for my birthday, and had a blue and purple peekaboo dyejob done.
December was quite eventful.
One of my mice died last month. Iggy is on her own now, but she seems to be doing fine. I try to give her as much attention as she can stand.
I got guppies for my 5 gallon tank. There's four guppies and one cherry barb in there now. I think I'm going to go get two more. Guppies are very interesting to watch.
I went to a salon on my own for the first time, for my birthday, and had a blue and purple peekaboo dyejob done.
December was quite eventful.
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