Life had tried to break him and his own.
The Reploid and his Family have been through a series of Grand Peaks and Dark Valleys, but they preserved along with spending more time together when not busy with whatever. The Cybernetic Shotokan had been doing more Work then he anticipated after battling Burnout with juggling Important Duties for himself and the household, and Quickly too! "If I'm to return to the Online Art World, I want to do it with a Bang and Show 'Em I haven't just been Lazing About ignoring my Work and the people I've enjoyed spending time with". Just a few more drawings, a few extra to make up for Time...and the Burnout...
One Day. A little while after waking up, he learns that one of his Beloved Dogs was Struck by a Truck, my parents baring witness if I remember correctly. The Family is Deeply Wounded. The Four Humans, and the now Four Dogs and Two Cats. I blame myself for not being at my Parents' to help keep an eye out, they obviously try to Comfort Me and Themselves along with my Sister. I remain at my new place, being very uncomfortable knowing he was gone. A month has nearly passed, Life hasn't slowed down a Second yet we all are Healing, including the Dogs. My Puggle I've had for a Decade has increasingly begun to travel between both the houses at random times. It was a Nice Comfort.
A few days before my birthday, September 20th, I make a little Fire Pit outside my Parents' Place with my Sis. We'd been Missing Them and wanted to enjoy the Indian Summer as it was fading. The Dogs we're with us, we could connect to the Internet (Me Playing Dead By Daylight Tomes And WoolieVS' Heaven or Hell Series For Most The Night, Along With Some Ghenryperez), it was Great! I stayed up that entire night, watching the Fire as I kept watch and contemplated my Life's Direction and the State of the World. The Sun Rises after a Long While, my parents urge me to go in as they head to town for business so I wake my Sister and go inside with the Dogs. My Puggle, whose name was Copper, was whining and being a Nuisance wanting to go out, he was a very Dramatic Dog. So me, getting annoyed at him as I was getting Exhausted and wasn't in the Best Mood as it was. I told him to lay down but Sis suggested he needed to go out. I let him out and keep an eye on him because if he had a chance, he'd always bolt off for a Multiple Hour Adventure. He was an Independent Survivor, and a Tough Little Bastard. But also incredibly Sweet, Personable, and a Big Jealous Head; as I would call him as he would go to anyone giving another member of the Pack too much attention. And as soon as he got that chance, he began to Sneak Off. I ran out in my socks after him, yelling at him to come back. But he could Outrun me any day. Frustrated but Sure of his Safety, I went back inside and prepared to go to sleep while talking to Sis.
A Thud. Ehh what's to worry about, there's Critters everywhere moving things here, it'll be ok.
A Conversation with a Neighbor and a Stranger, with our Mother being mentioned as he's told to knock. Sis is going to the Door, and I'm not very far behind.
A Fresh, Slightly Bloodied, Corpse. Not only a Dear Friend Lost not even a month after another, but one of the last Living Parts of my Childhood ripped from me and my own. A Big Part of Each of our Lives, taken in a mere moment. Me and my Sister buried our Spiritual Brother of Ten Years, me giving him his Last Rites (Or Just Giving A Eulogy) as I finished the Burial.
Things are moving forward again. I'm drawing at a Similar Rate as I used to, both the Houses are getting Organized and Cleaned. I've been spending more time with my Family and seeing Old Friends again. Life keeps stabbing me with different Dramas/Tragedies of the Friends and Artists/Celebrities I Respect and Love as Life likes to do, but we've all been living pretty well. And a lot of Good and Fun was had this year. Frankly we've been pretty lucky in a lot of Cases. But it's all been a reminder that Time Absolutely Stops for No One; and it has No Mercy for the complacent. I'm going Full-Kojima here, but Live Your Life, Pass Things On, Experience Everything Your Senses Can Allow And Your Mind Permits. At some point, Father Time brands us all with a Grand Fear of him, at some point we all begin to Lament anything we perceive as a Waste. Despite my previous words, don't Drown yourself into your Ambition without Fully Realizing the Danger of the Craft. You need to Live Life in order to reproduce within your Art. Have Fun, Whittle the Hours Away Relaxing, then put your Passion for whatever inspires you into your craft. Otherwise at some point your Momentum will be Thrown Aside like a cart falling from a Crumbling Track.
I have a Boatload of Art that's just about ready, I'll finish a few more then post my Year's Work before Halloween. I've missed Work, and interacting with the People here! To be honest, after everything I've went through I'll probably have to Reintroduce Myself. But hey, it's just like I'm on New Game+. It's time for another Round, and frankly it's Loooooong Overdue.
Anyway. As I said, Expect Me Soon Baby. This is the most Personal I'm gonna be for a Good While on here too, I like talking but this really ain't the place for telling Personal Stories. I just felt like giving a Thorough Explanation to anyone who still gives a Shit. I'm gonna try not to have Huge Hiatuses (?) like this if I can help it, though Life is a Shapeshifter that often takes the form of a Big Fat AssCunt then makes it everyone else's problem. Alright that Wraps This Up.
Catch ya on the Flip Flop, Watch your Lovely Asses out there people. Hopefully the Rage Bitch known as Life will be Easy on us all after this extended tantrum.