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Cake day: June 30th, 2023

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  • I go out and do stuff for me. I’m perfectly comfortable with wandering around and looking at things without ever interacting with everyone besides thanking the person behind the register after buying something. I’ve had social anxiety for so long that it’s become a normal thing for me now to not expect any interaction with anyone. And, because of this, no one wants to talk to the quiet person who is scared to look at you in the eye. They might think I’m just being rude or something but in reality I’m avoiding a potential interaction that scares me. So, speaking to what this person said about going out and doing stuff I can relate. Going out in public doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll interact with people. You can be alone even when surrounded by people.







  • Oh yeah, its amazing to hear the voices for these people but, as you say, it’s scary. Since I’m the director and creator it all falls to me to decide everything. I mean EVERYTHING from inflictions in their voices, how a line is delivered, scheduling, payment etc. Of course, I give my actors freedom to interpret how they see the characters. You have to have a fine balance between making decisions but also letting them be creative with what they do during directing sessions.






  • I’ve been living with my parents for almost 2 years now after graduating from university. Now, I have a job that pays me just enough to live off of and I’ve been wanting to move back to the city where I lived for University. But, my situation is as follows that prevents me from doing so. My dad has a condition, one of the worst conditions you can get, you can probably guess what it is and please don’t say what it is because I don’t like the word. Because of this, my dad can no longer work, and my mom has been trying to find work so I’m taking care of things. And, because of this condition, home life isn’t as great as it used to be and my mental health has deteriorated to nearly nothing. I don’t know what to do and how to get everything back to normal. I’ve been looking for apartments but how can I leave in good consciousness knowing what I’m leaving? I’m stuck and I cannot move literally and figuratively.


  • Having to pay for EVERYTHING! Want to not live outside? Gotta pay rent. Want water? Gotta pay the water company. Want to eat? Gotta buy food. Want to go somewhere? Got to pay for vehicle insurance.

    I keep telling my friend that we’re heading to the Cyberpunk society without the cool cybernetics. Hell, Nestle tried to privatise water which FALLS FROM THE SKY.


  • Well, for someone like me who had no inkling of programming skill until I forced myself to learn, let me tell you it was HARD. Everything about my game was a learning process but I took that as a challenge to improve myself and make myself more adaptable for future projects.

    To give you basically a rundown of how I’m making my game is I first started with an idea. I liked playing Paper Mario and Super Smash Bros so I decided on gameplay similar to those two. Then, I chose Unity based on a recommendation from a teacher. As I learned coding through YouTube tutorials and asking questions on forums, I started with a simple script to control a tic tac that runs around a quick map I made with primitive shapes. And from that initial prototype I added more and more things. Different mechanics, quests, etc. For art, I’m making most of it on my own since I’m an artist first thing but most I’m getting from free sites like turbo squid or the Unity Asset Store. Music and sounds I’m using temp stuff until I can get to making them.

    For myself, even making a simple mechanic of controlling your cat to explore an environment is a game. Sure, it might not be GTA quality, but it’s still a game. From here you can make something more interesting. I always say that in order for something to look beautiful, first it has to look ugly. Even a beautiful butterfly has to start as a worm.





  • The craziest story I have is how close I got to becoming part of a crazy story. It’s odd now that I think about how my life seems to be censored. Back in high school I was part of a group of friends that would go out on the outskirts of my small hometown to play paintball. We’d play almost every weekend and I’d join them everytime. But, one weekend I didn’t join because I think I had a cold or I was working or something. But, that one time I didn’t join someone called the cops claiming that they were hearing gunshots going off. Someone called the cops on a bunch of high school kids and thus the cops showed up sporting shotguns and pistols. My friends had guns pulled on them. Luckily, the cops quickly realized what they were doing and left without any more trouble.

    That was the one and only time I’ve almost experienced something even remotely crazy. That was maybe 8 or more years ago.