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COOL STORY IDEA! VERIFY?
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This is my inspiration BEHIND the idea... it's based off my drawing that I most recently did. I was rather inspired by a few things when I was drawing it, just driven by my own suffering and the suffering of countless others before me. I thought about Auschwitz mainly... Then things took off from there...
WHAT IF... Humans invented an artificial intelligence that was just on the verge of sentience. This would cause a widespread fear throughout the planet, because of the countlessly told and retold story of how robots are going to take over the world and overthrow humans. Everyone would be terrified of that. Eventually the higher ups of the governments of each country began to think, "What if they're actually right?" So they gather up all the robots and try to scoop them into concentration camp-like places where they'll all be brutally destroyed in front of their comrades. During the process of rounding them up, some may try to run away, others may embrace their fate, and others may simply deactivate themselves out of fear.
This story would revolve around who we see in the drawing down below. His name is D-12, but his previous owners called him Donny. Half of the story would consist of the gateways leading into the robotic holocaust. The other half would be the hell that resides within it, and just trying to survive.
WHAT DO YA THINK?!
WHAT IF... Humans invented an artificial intelligence that was just on the verge of sentience. This would cause a widespread fear throughout the planet, because of the countlessly told and retold story of how robots are going to take over the world and overthrow humans. Everyone would be terrified of that. Eventually the higher ups of the governments of each country began to think, "What if they're actually right?" So they gather up all the robots and try to scoop them into concentration camp-like places where they'll all be brutally destroyed in front of their comrades. During the process of rounding them up, some may try to run away, others may embrace their fate, and others may simply deactivate themselves out of fear.
This story would revolve around who we see in the drawing down below. His name is D-12, but his previous owners called him Donny. Half of the story would consist of the gateways leading into the robotic holocaust. The other half would be the hell that resides within it, and just trying to survive.
WHAT DO YA THINK?!
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Voice Actor taking requests
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Ayyyyy, so now we're taking requests. I'm willing to voice Sans for anyone who wants it! I'm actually pretty rad at what I do! Check it out! I will do anything you want!
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This weekend has been a strange mixture of lovely, wild, and genuinely sickening. It's rather strange how the good can so easily blend in with the bad. Oh, where do I start? Where do I start? Perhaps Saturday... Two days ago, I was to attend a party with a lovely friend of mine. It was his eighteenth birthday. That man sure did get around quite a lot with the ladies beforehand, though. He attended a college before he graduated high school to get college credits early, and along the way made more physically matured and older friends. Getting around with so many people older than him earned him the nickname Jailbait. Goodness! What a player... Thankfully, it seems like he won't be able to play around illegally anymore, as he is a lawfully fuckable individual.
At this party of his, I got to witness him sing passionately for all of his guests. We were all outside, talking to each other, some of us sitting down in the multitude of seats that he had prepared for us in his backyard, others just standing around and chatting about our lives. To gently interrupt our conversations, the birthday boy asked if he could have our attention. It was at this moment that he got his guitar, and said, "This one is for all you ladies out there." If only I could remember the exact song he sang. He hit high notes and low notes alike with a certain grace that my voice could never achieve. And he did so while playing the guitar, moving his body in perfect unison with the music that came from him and his instrument. This was lovely! Absolutely beautiful. What a talented darling to so gracefully multitask. Something I could never do.
Once he was done, we returned to our conversations, and he thanked us for our time. He put his things away, and carried on with whatever it was he was doing beforehand. I wouldn't have known, as I wasn't paying much attention. I assume that he had his own conversations to return to. As my chat with my friends resumed, I began to address my sex life half-jokingly. You see, I have a tendency to joke about things that seriously happened. I could, with a smile on my face, make a joke about how I was going to murder someone, just like I murdered a rat with a frying pan like a maniac. "I'M CRAZY! I'LL COME ATCHA! I'LL GETCHA! I SWEAR ON ME MUM!" Obviously not all of that is true, but the part where I killed a rat with a frying pan... is true.
Likewise, I was joking about my sex life to my friends. I won't go into the details of everything of course, as they're quite... succulent. But I will say that one thing led to another. Now... there's a hicky on my neck, and I had a wild party with my friends. Taking a woman to bed with me felt rather... anticlimactic, if I'm honest. Having someone's naked body pressed up against my own... being a legally fuckable figure myself, I had no problems with it morally. However... it wasn't as exhilarating as I thought. I imagined it would be absolute bliss, and I would never want to leave. But... it... wasn't anything I thought it was. It was... lame. Rather lame, indeed. I mean sure, we did a lot of other things beside snuggle, but... I was looking forward to the snuggling in ways that I can't describe. For some reason, the passionate hugs and embraces are more valuable to me than getting completely laid.
After the party was over, and everything had come to an end, I spent the night with another friend of mine. We sat down and played video games for the longest time, eating junk food all the while. We had the most unhealthy assortment of foods that I could have imagined, including an even increasingly unhealthier set of drinks, from sodas to energy drinks. Thank goodness there weren't any alcoholic beverages, he and I don't drink. We gorged ourselves silly and played games until we both fell asleep. The next afternoon (I overslept), I asked for a ride home, and my darling friend said that he could provide me with one.
And once I arrived home, I thought that I could end my weekend on a happy note. I chatted with my legitimate romantic interest, Katie. She and I talked for hours and hours, and I requested that we recorded the conversation. She was a darling and understood, but I still felt the need to explain why. I love the sound of her voice so much, and the gaps between our conversations are very long. It's amazing to have her voice still there for me, even when she's actually gone. The things that we talk about are very funny, too, and it's nice to get a laugh out of her in whatever way I can.
But then there was the sickening part. No, when I thought that I could end my weekend in bliss and happiness, I was dead wrong. What happened? Well, what's sickening to most people? Nausea! Actual sickness! That's right, I actually somehow got sick! All that junk food I consumed at my friend's house, getting laid, hanging out around a bunch of teenagers, all the exposure and getting out there somehow contaminated my body. And now I'm sick, feeling like the main character of Bacterial Contamination. Because bacteria has, indeed, contaminated me. Blast those tiny little cells screwing with my body. If they wanted to get inside me so badly, they should at least take me to dinner first.
But anyways, yes, that has been the summary of my weekend. Hopefully next weekend will be a little bit better than this one. Everything was lovely, except the ending. I hope you all have a lovely day~!
At this party of his, I got to witness him sing passionately for all of his guests. We were all outside, talking to each other, some of us sitting down in the multitude of seats that he had prepared for us in his backyard, others just standing around and chatting about our lives. To gently interrupt our conversations, the birthday boy asked if he could have our attention. It was at this moment that he got his guitar, and said, "This one is for all you ladies out there." If only I could remember the exact song he sang. He hit high notes and low notes alike with a certain grace that my voice could never achieve. And he did so while playing the guitar, moving his body in perfect unison with the music that came from him and his instrument. This was lovely! Absolutely beautiful. What a talented darling to so gracefully multitask. Something I could never do.
Once he was done, we returned to our conversations, and he thanked us for our time. He put his things away, and carried on with whatever it was he was doing beforehand. I wouldn't have known, as I wasn't paying much attention. I assume that he had his own conversations to return to. As my chat with my friends resumed, I began to address my sex life half-jokingly. You see, I have a tendency to joke about things that seriously happened. I could, with a smile on my face, make a joke about how I was going to murder someone, just like I murdered a rat with a frying pan like a maniac. "I'M CRAZY! I'LL COME ATCHA! I'LL GETCHA! I SWEAR ON ME MUM!" Obviously not all of that is true, but the part where I killed a rat with a frying pan... is true.
Likewise, I was joking about my sex life to my friends. I won't go into the details of everything of course, as they're quite... succulent. But I will say that one thing led to another. Now... there's a hicky on my neck, and I had a wild party with my friends. Taking a woman to bed with me felt rather... anticlimactic, if I'm honest. Having someone's naked body pressed up against my own... being a legally fuckable figure myself, I had no problems with it morally. However... it wasn't as exhilarating as I thought. I imagined it would be absolute bliss, and I would never want to leave. But... it... wasn't anything I thought it was. It was... lame. Rather lame, indeed. I mean sure, we did a lot of other things beside snuggle, but... I was looking forward to the snuggling in ways that I can't describe. For some reason, the passionate hugs and embraces are more valuable to me than getting completely laid.
After the party was over, and everything had come to an end, I spent the night with another friend of mine. We sat down and played video games for the longest time, eating junk food all the while. We had the most unhealthy assortment of foods that I could have imagined, including an even increasingly unhealthier set of drinks, from sodas to energy drinks. Thank goodness there weren't any alcoholic beverages, he and I don't drink. We gorged ourselves silly and played games until we both fell asleep. The next afternoon (I overslept), I asked for a ride home, and my darling friend said that he could provide me with one.
And once I arrived home, I thought that I could end my weekend on a happy note. I chatted with my legitimate romantic interest, Katie. She and I talked for hours and hours, and I requested that we recorded the conversation. She was a darling and understood, but I still felt the need to explain why. I love the sound of her voice so much, and the gaps between our conversations are very long. It's amazing to have her voice still there for me, even when she's actually gone. The things that we talk about are very funny, too, and it's nice to get a laugh out of her in whatever way I can.
But then there was the sickening part. No, when I thought that I could end my weekend in bliss and happiness, I was dead wrong. What happened? Well, what's sickening to most people? Nausea! Actual sickness! That's right, I actually somehow got sick! All that junk food I consumed at my friend's house, getting laid, hanging out around a bunch of teenagers, all the exposure and getting out there somehow contaminated my body. And now I'm sick, feeling like the main character of Bacterial Contamination. Because bacteria has, indeed, contaminated me. Blast those tiny little cells screwing with my body. If they wanted to get inside me so badly, they should at least take me to dinner first.
But anyways, yes, that has been the summary of my weekend. Hopefully next weekend will be a little bit better than this one. Everything was lovely, except the ending. I hope you all have a lovely day~!
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So yeah, my parents are gone this weekend. And I literally have nothing to do with my life. I'm thinking about inviting people over to get shit done over the weekend, but I hardly even know what I would do with them in the first place. Maybe play some Smash Bros or something like that? I can never be certain. I feel like it's been ages since I've last had the house to myself... There are so many advantages to that, though. Privacy is awesome.
Just gotta make sure that I take care of the house while on my lonesome. There's a little list of shit that needs to get done. 1). Vacuum 2). Take out the trash (which has been done) 3). Laundry. 4). Eat food. 5). Feed birdie. 6). Don't friggin' die
As long as I can do those six things--which I think should be a fairly easy task--then I should probably survive being alone for a couple of days. However, there are still, like, loads of options of things I could do while home alone. Like... I could fap! Loudly! And not give a fuck about disturbing anyone in the house with my loud-ass moans! Yeah, that sounds radical!
Or I could always get laid--no I'm kidding, I don't wanna go that far. Though the option is there, it's just not something that I realistically wanna dedicate my time to. Maybe I should film something for a school project, or something else just for shits and giggles. I dunno. Either way, home alone! Woo! Gotta be responsible and fulfill all of the tasks expected of me, and then I can fap and film and hang out with friends and yeah.
Y'know, I think that it's good to have a mixture of those sorts of activities. Like, just that in itself is sort of what I think is in a good relationship as well. Like yeah, you wanna have someone who can give you the sex (yes, the sex), but you also want someone who you can talk to as a friend, someone who seriously understands your viewpoint and supports your belief. That's a very healthy relationship!
But anyway, I guess I'll head out now. I'm just talking on and on by this point. Peace out, bros. Until next time.
Just gotta make sure that I take care of the house while on my lonesome. There's a little list of shit that needs to get done. 1). Vacuum 2). Take out the trash (which has been done) 3). Laundry. 4). Eat food. 5). Feed birdie. 6). Don't friggin' die
As long as I can do those six things--which I think should be a fairly easy task--then I should probably survive being alone for a couple of days. However, there are still, like, loads of options of things I could do while home alone. Like... I could fap! Loudly! And not give a fuck about disturbing anyone in the house with my loud-ass moans! Yeah, that sounds radical!
Or I could always get laid--no I'm kidding, I don't wanna go that far. Though the option is there, it's just not something that I realistically wanna dedicate my time to. Maybe I should film something for a school project, or something else just for shits and giggles. I dunno. Either way, home alone! Woo! Gotta be responsible and fulfill all of the tasks expected of me, and then I can fap and film and hang out with friends and yeah.
Y'know, I think that it's good to have a mixture of those sorts of activities. Like, just that in itself is sort of what I think is in a good relationship as well. Like yeah, you wanna have someone who can give you the sex (yes, the sex), but you also want someone who you can talk to as a friend, someone who seriously understands your viewpoint and supports your belief. That's a very healthy relationship!
But anyway, I guess I'll head out now. I'm just talking on and on by this point. Peace out, bros. Until next time.
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Well Alright... Here We Go
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So I'm not exactly sure when I'm next going to write something "artistic." School is coming back soon, and I'll probably be flooded with work. And I'm a procrastinator as it is, usually, so who knows if I'll get even that much done.
However, that doesn't mean that I'm going to be completely empty of all things. I'll do the best I can to post the pretty, simple things in life. Capture the moment of these beautiful events and make them seem cooler than they already are. So in other words... pretty flowers. Or other things. I'll do what I can, m8.
But enough about me and my life. I hope that all you guys are doing rad. Take on whatever challenges you have in life and destroy them one by one. Just remember, you might want to quit when things fail. But you can't just fail when things quit.
However, that doesn't mean that I'm going to be completely empty of all things. I'll do the best I can to post the pretty, simple things in life. Capture the moment of these beautiful events and make them seem cooler than they already are. So in other words... pretty flowers. Or other things.
I'll do what I can, m8.But enough about me and my life. I hope that all you guys are doing rad. Take on whatever challenges you have in life and destroy them one by one. Just remember, you might want to quit when things fail. But you can't just fail when things quit.
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