Hey Again. I've Let the Tidal Wave of Emotions Crash Through Me, and Came Out The Other Side. Fuck that was Corny. Anyway, Sorry for the "Drama"; I've Had a Bunch of Unexpected Success Lately, amid Bullshit ranging from Mundane to Mind-Numbing, I've Had to Reevaluate Everything...Again...But I've Grown From This Pain, and Now I'm Truly Ready To Face My Journey As A Artist. The Reason I Said these past Few Days have been some of the Best and Worst in My Life is because of Many Reasons: I've Had The Delight of being a Spectator to the Incredible Art Posted Nearly Everyday Here, The Fear of Being an Obstacle In Other's Paths, Achieving and Completing Devil May Cry 5 in !4-!8 Hours while just having So Much Fun Replaying It (DMC5 Now Being Among My Top Favorite Media Of All Time), Stupid Personal Bullshit That's My Burden To Overcome, Forming Small Connections With a few Artists on Here and Twitter (Whether They See Me As A Trustworthy Friend, Or A Convient Acquaintance, I Don't Really Mind Helping A Hand), Struggled With What I'm To Achieve In My Journey, Got Noticed and Followed by a Legend of Gaming (You Wouldn't Believe Me If I Told Ya, Check Out My Twitter. Don't Feel Pressured To Follow Me, That Ain't What I'm Doing Here); and after a Lovely "Morning" (5:30-Ish PM. My Sleep Schedule's Shit) of Hanging With My Ma and FINALLY Being Able To Watch Princess Tutu (I'm In Love With It. Every Little Piece Of Animation Is Art. Even One's That Are Cheaper). I Went Back Upstairs with a Radiating Sense of Glee and Innocent Joy from Watching Duck's Story Begin (Can Ya Tell I'm A Bit Queer? Ehh, Looking At Thje Art I Like's A Dead Giveaway), and Before I Went to the Room I Call "My Office" to use all of the Joy I Felt From The Experience, I Went to the Other Room to have a Look at Me and My Sis's Pets. She's Hangin' With a Friend for the Weekend, and I Don't Have a Problem Watching Them; I've Done It Plenty Of Times. I Whisteled to the Birds 'cause they were Singing, and Heard the Familiar Squeak of My Guniea Pigs...Well...One. I Didn't Think Anything Of It as I Entered My Old Room, I Traded It a few Years Back, but as I walked to the House We Made For 'Em; One Seemed...Too Relaxed. These Guys are Notorious in Our House for being a Bunch of Hyper-Ass Balls of Personality and Mischief, and the "Reserved" Guy was...Stiff. Needless to Say, He Passed On. He was a Fasicinating Little Creature Who, from what I Could Observe as His Owner, seemed to be Curious About Everything Life Offers Us Mortals. And His Brother also had this Curiousity, but with a Rougher Attitude; He Likes To Bite, Lovingly and Viciously, whichever He Prefers. These Two Brought a whole Hell of A Lotta Laughs and Good Memories; but Seeing the Fallen One Lying There, Most Likely Leaving in His Sleep, and His Brother Oblivious to His Passing, Most Likely Believeing Him to Still Be Sleeping...I Nearly Broke. I've Had Such Great Fortunes, and some Crushing Personal Matters for this Entire Year when I Look at the Big Picture, but I've Been Growing with each Victory and Defeat. I Know This Sounds Like Autistic Light-Novel Shit, Maybe It Is When Ya Look At It, But After Such Joyful Highs and Creative Passions Burning in My Soul; and then Witnessing Something Like That...I Felt Like I Had a Cruel Reminder of all the Possibilities in this Life...How each and every Mortal Being can have Anything Imaginable Happen To Them...I've Been Up For Over 24 Hours At This Point. I've Prepared the Inquistive Rodent's Burial, and Made Sure His Brother Was Ok. The Survivor Accepted Food and Water As Usual, and Despite His Slight Trust in Me Allowing Me to Pet Him Once He's Calm in the Past; This Time, He Acted as His brother and Just Chilled Out as I Petted Him on Each Checkup. He's Not Destoryed...But He Is Changed...I Worry For Him, and Dread My Sis Learning the News; She Loved Him Almost As Much as a Child, and He was a Noble Animal with a Charming Spirit. After Preparations Were Complete, I Spent the Day Contemplating My Place in Art; if it was Consuming Me From Reality...if My Journey was Pointless...I Watched Analysis Videos as I usually do when not Playing Games or Working/Living Life/Consuming All Forms of Media I Can Because I Just Love Creativity and Cool Shit! I Hanged with My Parents and a Friend who Stopped By Later, Began Switching Between Bouts of Slow Acceptance of the Old Creature's Passing and Anger-Fueled Sadness at My Failings as a Human Being; Some Legitimate, Others Self-Punishment...Some Silent Hill Shit...But Then, I Worked Out, Proved My Improving Strength as a Man; I Began Manically Joking Around at My Sadness, Killing It Slowly. It Came Back from Time to Time, but I Proved My Life-Long Skills are Improving in Games with Devil May Cry 5 and, in My Final Act of Ultimate Rebellion Against All My Past Hangups, Drew Some Fine-Ass Hentai, Fucked Up, Then Re-Drew It Even Better Than Before. These Last Two Especially Sealed My Contract, as My Hands are a bit Fucked Up; A Story for a Later Day, but Key to Proving to Worth to Myself. I Defeated the Ultimate Demon in My Mind for now, and if that Bastard Rises Again I'm Ready For Round Whatever The Fuck. In the End, this is just a Silly Story of Acceptance and Reflection. Of a Dumbass Otaku's Passion for His Craft, and Love for...Honestly Life in General. Let This Post be a Grand Statement: I've Shredded My Sheckles, and Now I'm a True Part of the Life we Live In...now I'll Strive to be a True Artist: Who's Legacy is to Celebrate Every Aspect of Life with a Dedication to Breathing Life Into Storys and Characters...with all the Life I Can Experience before it Flickers Away...along with all the Love, Pain, Anger, and Sadness that Come With Being Allive in this Reality. Not to Cower and Hide from it due to Fear...but Embrace That Fear and Conquer What You Can Before Death...Be the Greatest Version of You that Every Ounce of Your Will Can Muster, and Leave as a Champion to those You've Impacted in Life...I'm Sorry For This Huge Rant. But although My Parents were a Huge Help...I Just Feel People On Here Might Understand Where I'm Coming From Better. Feel Free Not to Reply, I'm Not Some Bitch Begging for Sympathy Fans, I'd Bash My Skull in if I Ever Sank That Low, However I just Feel Like This is the Best Place for Getting Any Solid Feedback on Matters of Art Consuming Life. I'm at Peace Now, but I still Wouldn't Mind Hearing People's Thoughts if they had a Similar Experience in Their Journey. Plus, not many Art Sites I know of will let you Type Massive Annoying Shit Like This. Only a Quarter of the Bar's Full I Believe. Anyway I'm Getting Off Track, so I might as well End This Now. To Anyone Who Stopped By to Read This, Have a Good One! If You Read The Entire Thing, You're Mad and I Thank You for your Insane Interest in My Bullshit. I'm Probably Gonna Check Out Some Art, Draw, Listen to Music, and Bust a Nut or Two Before Probably Passing Out For 18 Hours. Such is the Life of the Cybernetic Shotokan, A Man Rebuilt by His Desire for Creativity, Cool Shit, and Sexiness. Good Night/Day/Afternoon/Whatever. Have a Good One!