I am a writer trying to get into the gaming business. I would like to write as well as give creative direction for a game or mod. I used to play those old Classics MUDs and even admin for one doing building, making mobs and areas for a while. I have been breaking into 3d modelling and animation working with a couple programs over the past couple of months. I did sculpture for several years in highschool working with shapes and geometry so modelling came very easily using a simple program called Anim8or. After of which I took it a step further and applied myself to learning maya more and that is the stage I am currently at. I have also written and published two titles "where the angels lost their way" and 'the gift of sin." I'm going to practice and post up my models or 3d graphics images from time to time please let me know if you would like to download any models or basis models for images.
I am by lots of means a Rebel. Especially when some things you know just aren’t right. Fight the convention just don’t get fired it sucks and when you get the chance to tell your boss off they’re really just going to look at you and say “Next time, Don’t be so much of an asshole.” I still think that’s totally worth it.
I couldn't sleep so by 2 am I decided it was time to get off my lazy ass and watch Netflix while I made comics. Insomnia get's me all weird and I think fuzzy....
You can check out the comic thing here....I still haven't slept so this is just one GIANT ASS LINK!!
I personally like Muppets. I think they're awesome. They're funny and fuzzy and can burn easily if some thought is put into it. Kermit the frog won't fuck around if you're playing with matches and a can of aerosol. But some people don't like muppets and I don't get them. Whatever...I made this for myself.
I had a pretty interesting conversation about work with some people so I compiled this mismosh of points into a 5 frame thingamajig. I made it a bit smaller so it could be posted online but the words look a little funny.....I'll work on that.
Uh.....I got bored...so I started writing weird things I said down. Then I got even more bored and started sketching out little people to go with them. Then the boredom (amongst other things) set in and I made a lil comic thingy. I thought it was funny because it was taken from a conversation I had earlier that day with my roommate. I didn't really edit it so it's really high res.
Without blinking or thinking intmimately my thoughts are shrinking into this system of blasphomy.They sit their and preach their gloriousness but it's just an ode to stupidity.I'm useless, intoxicated profusely to help my dreaming lucidity.I dream endlessly with envy haunted by what can't be meticlously stuck at a state of being an in between entity.Outside the realm of cognative thinking and rationality, driven to madness outside the normal realm of space.Sleepless, soulless and mindless I caress my thoughts like my mistress trying to remember what it was like to be alive.Their tongues askew from the truth of the demon fruit where their lies pushed through and created the world that you view.I am the one that sheds your tears for you. I am the one who yells your words to you. Lay your head down and go to sleep as I scream. I am the one that holds your skin over my bones dressed in your likeness as a mockery to your kindness as I lead the other sheep.Now watch me and forget little Bo Peep because she fell asleep leaving her head bleeding, how forgetful is she.I gave her that kiss that she gave me and I will always miss her plea. Go to sleep miss Bo Peep and let the shepherd find his mistress lying as she attempted to flee.I take my breath as my wolves turn on me looking for more meat. I hug Miss Bo Peep and lay my head to sleep as the wolves begin chewing on my feet. I close her eyes but her mouth is open and I can still hear her scream. A kiss, a touch and now I dream.I have a complex for wishes and heart shaped kisses though I strangled the mistress and put her under my bed. From when I was young I had a fork shaped tongue that skewed everything that I said. But as I grew older the voice crept onto my shoulder leaving the emptiness of my head. Seeking neither fortune nor fame he gave me his name and Judas is what he said.But I often thought of my own suicide, a way to hide from the world until he opened his eyes and cried"But why take that ride? Walk by my side and as I stride do not fall behind because the demons that haunt me will consume your mind.I have sat there listening and deprived only to find this world is full of mystery and soon you will find that in all things there is something of the divine."My love, she was a cruel mistress and the distress is that I miss it because this is nothing like our covenant of sinful kisses and heart shaped wishes. Enough to dismiss it to become pensive throughout which I must mention my attention was split between that which isn’t anymore and that which is.I have a complex for wishes and heart shaped kisses but when I tried to cut my wrist I slipped and missed it.as I grew older a voice crept onto my shoulder taking an interesting form. Telling me he liked my name I told him the same though his wings were tattered and torn. He asked for my mother and I told him of her before he crept into her bed. He strangled her neck but before we left I could see her eyes were blood red.I gave him his complex for wishes and heart shaped kisses though I strangled his mistress and stuffed her under his bed. I was in his mind from when he was young and skewed his tongue with the words that I said. But as he grew older I crept onto his shoulder leaving the void of his head. Giving a name to my game he called me profane so Judas is what I said.Brought from behind my eyes is the tangible enterprise that peruses in disguise while speaking lies only to find no solidity in space and time.Floating in certain abyss I speak, I've fallen a thousand feet onto concrete and had it ripped from beneath me completely.