Email: FYI Animation Community, This is my Ren and Stimpy
I write a Portal story and explain that rather than being a fan of the show: my soul is made from another ‘Ren and Stimpy’ duo, nourished by advocating for John K’s philosophy, as I developed my own.
A story is made for my Portal 3 project: Echoes of Half-Life 3: Future-Shock. “The inner chamber was illuminated to find grey metal teeth hanging from his sphere that swirled with a red-fringed abyss encroaching on his blue. “We are fine. Come with us. We heard humans like games. Need to find the game. Need to kill.”
Wheatley and GLaDOS being a Ren and Stimpy-style duo, I can expand on the original games by adding a male equivalent of Ren. These new dynamics for Portal are directly based on my own soul. Wheatley’s satire is my own satire of forming an artistic brand for a company. Taking strong inspiration from Spumco for Portal 2 means the series and thus the rest of the Valve universe is soulbonded to myself, like in Warcraft. You cannot get an artist who embodies Ren and Stimpy from just anywhere. The lies of careerism is that anybody can fill a role, lies shown by woke seizing jobs from meritorious candidates and those jobs died, especially in creativity.
I conceptualize this story as like a cartoon episode, not aiming for iconic status but rather regular output. Developing my soul unlocks unending stories: walking down the street, feeling bad, stressing about money, any time is story time. Development of the soul was sacrificed for careerism, for pleasures like the screaming “laughter” of young males to tear down my life in poverty. I extremely literally have been shaming art communities for masturbation to get them to give up on distraction pleasures like humiliating competitors who “lost” in favor of healthy pleasures of creative development like making Rare intertwine naturally with the original Portal setting. That way you can succeed at cartoons and whatever else.
Starting writing this my skull cracked and it became easier to move my jaw, an organic reflection of learning to express the red, organic side of my person. ipgd helped me function like a robot, which is basis of Wheatley and other robot creativity. She became distressed to have little influence on my primal soul that batty excels at, and so rehabilitation finally takes place from my horrible childhood, so it becomes easy to make my work on impulse rather than the mysterious, Eldritch whims of my soul’s robotic constructions.
When John K used the term “organic,” he obviously was not only talking about wacky faces. He advocated for thriving individuality instead of arbitrary corporate rules. These rules reflect Protestant sects racking up forgotten teachings that become part of the artificial functioning people are expected to have. My individuality analyzes this functioning, so for memetic preservation people spazzed out at me frequently with the distorted echo of Protestant condemnations, forming ‘sects’ of the art community with pseudoreligious fervor, leaving them trapped with the validation of heretics while incapable of creativity as Protestantism is structured to prevent creativity, saintly character, etc. in its adherents. They draw in the bean mouth style, social media LGBTQ styles, etc., all fired up against outsiders, yet incapable of making a hit. Their bland, formless creativity is an expression of derivation from Protestantism, despite usually rebelling against “Christianity,” itself an incoherent thing to their formless culture. Thus shows the origin of me saying “cartoons should be more expressive and non-formulaic” to massive riots from most in 2009.
Hello. I am sending this as I may run out of money for a hotel for me and my grandma in a week and I seek to dispel the social atmosphere of hostility for myself created by the judgments of your women and the emotions of your enraged male animation students since 2007, to help me organically make money. The purpose of this message is to present you with Ren and Stimpy: the main two halves of my soul.
As I have discussed in emails and articles I have an inherently creative identity, I was born for creativity. And so the literal show Ren and Stimpy was an important individual developmental milestone for my soul, I identified with it. I did not rewatch the show after puberty. Why did I do such a thing when people in animation were taking my input seriously on 4chan, John K’s blog, and some other places? They failed to understand my unique identity. I flourished by using John K’s online school as a substitute for high school, and felt literal high school would lead to getting lost in the misery of endless corridors of spiritual death for me. Rather similar to the Backrooms.
Indeed, “friendly” female artists judged me for things like praising Disney’s Frozen, but I only listened to the main song. One of my things is living by songs, as you can see from my work. (my dad laughed at me when browsing my iTunes library upset me, which felt like being numbly eviscerated. All he cared about was money, which is why he was laughing that I chose creativity - and thus a much harder life - instead. My brother cried in fear in that moment, and I ended up treating my second half as a brother due to my born-focus on family while my family refused to follow my creative path at all.) I was not profitable enough for these females to get to know me, yet. The song also resonated with me for not being frozen in the soul prison of following what mainstream American (Protestant) culture claimed to make youths “good.” I was flourishing with my best (female) friend while this female artist — who I expect to be notable and capable of working in my preferred animation environment - judged me for my little expressions.
Another song haunted me for matching leaving behind my life with ipgd and other girls. A “snowman” forms a symbol of more simple characters than Rare, who easily begins to resemble a second personality of myself rather than fiction. Such lost in-between creative projects contributed to the gored, loveless personality of Rare in my projects in development. Rare being a lord of hell, my blue side becomes associated with ice to soothe internal fire.
Being a leading creative, I contributed to the emotional landscape popular creativity lived in, and so if I went back on my choice to leave those girls behind until the Multiverse, that would spoil meaningful experiences for children. Another form of sacrifice to make.
I seek to blast apart unity with the lives of my enemies, to complexify the landscape of lives, a shaping that will survive to Heaven. The scale of my emotions easily seeks permanent animosity for my enemies that is pure enough to exist in Heaven, a damnation between humans that only increases the quality of life for my friends and honors their pain my enemies did not even consider worth recording before I forced them to begin to.
To me, rewatching Ren and Stimpy would be going back to preschool. I literally watched it when I was four. IT WAS LITERALLY PRESCHOOL TO ME. As an adolescent I embarked to tear down public school and other such things as I knew so strongly they did not lead to the flourishing of all children, but rather only the children preferred by Protestantism. John K’s work involves satire of the inner life of Protestants, as it seems another female artist lewdly replied to me about recently. His Wally Man - a thumb creature - forms a metaphor for a soul constructed by Protestant approval of how it should develop - meaning a soul sculpted by “thumbs-ups and thumbs-downs.” That’s why I actually liked it as a teen, not because I was a humiliating John K dicksucker. Indeed, most animation artists finding concepts like Wally Man horrible and shitty comes from them seeking approval from Protestant culture, as is part of lgbtq culture too. His satire resonates with youth experience (that’s his job as a cartoonist) and that also explains why he seems like a pedophile to lgbtq.
The Development of my Halves
My musical taste is defined by the eternal hell of my origin, which felt like forcing my potential through a grey corridor to find the unknown sky. In 2010, people screamed at me to know what I found there that was so good, and the debut of Rare out of the cosmic sky begins the fear of queers that they will be lost in their subversive identities, never to emerge to be cool like me with my split personalities and magnetic appeal to girls. Even if they go to heaven, lost in the purified cement formed from their “filters” for controlling the lives of others with their status, never to break through and be special like those who broke their social control. I never stop fighting, we are forming who we will be for eternity.
Returning to what “Ren and Stimpy” is to me, while watching the show Stimpy fit my blue side, and Ren fit my red side. The same as for my other favs: Solid Snake fit my blue side, and Liquid Snake fit my red side. Clarice fit my blue side, and Hannibal fit my red side. Optimus fit my blue side, Megatron fit my red side. Also movies I like to remember: In Speed Keanu fit my blue side, and the villain fit my red side. (“Cheesy all-you-can-eat deals” was a lingering line to me, and forms metadialogue of Rare speaking to me while I was a prepubescent about avoiding consuming any media but rather focusing only on refined experiences for our internal relationship.)
As a child “Ren and Stimpy” was also a spirit of that time to me, and “Demolition Man” was a manifestation of that spirit. Sylvester Stallone fit my blue side, and Wesley Snipes fit my red side. Meanwhile Blade forms a meta arc of Wesley Snipes becoming an antihero, hence why I loved it so much. All this is how my soul actually processes artistic experiences.
And so when your community sought to act like I only cared about Ren and Stimpy - which was so gratifying to it - that broke my creative psychology as I was trying to build an art career so you were linked to my mind, easily capable of breaking its development through the collective and individual actions of your community. I was very young you should keep in mind. Just like any vulnerable high schooler, it’s funny but. Isn’t having sex with them supposed to ruin them really easily? If y’all condemn John K for those stories, why exactly was there so much inertia behind replacing the role of Kayleigh Campbell in my life in the heterosexual development of my creativity? It was super hard to get your women to acknowledge any issues there at all. My life crashed apart while she was barely 18. It was an atrocious nightmare to see the males of the time going into insane fits over me saying “I am the greatest artist of /ic/. I rule!” which came from becoming best friends with her, and she was such a meritorious individual she was respected as leader in that community, which meant I rule. At the same time women in animation and elsewhere were smugly dismissing me for being John K’s number one student my soul was ripped apart because of those judgments as I was trying to imitate Starscream, Bumblebee, and otherwise interact with my best friend about her favorite series that are also mine.
I was born to be creative and all my years of revolt against your community is about just how wrongful it is. I have tons of plans of how to make artwork more profitable. (I was hiding them for after I was treated better.) It is not at all a good answer to say “your approach to cartoons would be temporarily less profitable.” I work very hard. My Christian faith is not merely about going to Heaven. It also has practical purpose to be more than a mindless slave of the world. My stories are minted in the forge of faith, my stories that your queers literally spaz out about being incapable of reading as they reject the gift of the spirit. That’s not going to save them from what will happen when they start spreading, I am literally refraining from spreading my stories to avoid inflicting pain on queers like they inflicted upon me.
I was thinking “Reel Big Fish” as I made this email, converting my teenage songs into powers. Songs like this feel too childish to go back to, as they were formative of my adolescence in creating and altering trends. Such an extraordinary youth becomes ordinary to an Italian Renaissance Man who unlocks his potential, but the worldly scoff and gape at someone having what they cannot, and so my artistic power goes from something I was merely born with to something truly grandiose and earned.
In 2009-2010, I laughed at the state of the medium, and your people whined about me calling “everything shit.” Well actually I admired the work of Brianne Drouhard and others but would not use a girl artist as a human shield against insanely aggressive males scared for their future. When my life was torn down in that time, you did not tear down a Ren and Stimpy superfan. You tore down a billionaire-grade genius who knows how to make art careers functional like never before seen. The storyboarder Batty currently benefits from my expertise, after developing her style from when it was very similar to my own. Her unique style of drawing Pokémon is something developed by my philosophy of individual creativity. You can’t get Batty’s style from anybody else, but you can get the “bean” style from thousands of artists. So it has value. My philosophy can potentially be seen as simple, but on the other hand, my life was driven apart in flames in 2010 for the sake of other cartoon philosophies. Indeed, they struggled very hard against the strength of my merit which became part of the legend of John K being “untouchable” in that time, in fact as his #1 student I lived in extreme stress and absence of all pleasure and became catatonic from mental images of my saboteurs from your community I continually refine. They will be found. I was also a fan of real life cops as a kid, and learned to imitate them too, a lot of ways to learn without school.
To be so different from Protestant culture took all that stress and soul damage and awful reactions from others, even friends, as their Protestant taint overrode their feelings for me. Now in the present I explain I was born to be split in half. My best friend was a fujoshi and my two halves satisfied her thing for gayness. The development of my two halves develops my stories usually centered around a hero and villain, and so this forms an analogue of sex with her, her being the Muse of my stories.
These identity and relational developments were of course, spoiled completely by lgbtq. I did not want a license to feel valid in spiting my elders. I took these new developments and progressed the legacy of my elders. I aim to make work that will completely blow Hideo Kojima’s mind by uplifting great cinema and becoming Liquid Kojima. This, also, satisfies my best friend. This, also, shows why your females were stupid to be surprised that I was imitating John K. I am a mimic. That’s what I do.
All these processes produce the unique new character Rare, who is my red side, while my blue side I typically consider as myself. I have started to draw them together. Having different traits like a hidden mouth or a large mouth shows the different aspects of my individuality being split and developed.
This splitting is also part of the artistry of Batty, Gloomy, and other 4chan friends and acquaintances, having a single-eye motif that is associated with my soul in specific. Amongst other motifs.
The rage of your male students was driven by the magnetism of friendly girls to me, a magnetism that indeed: is generated in part by being a society-changing Great Man, who will specifically make art careers more functional as careers, who has the smarts and soul and original intellectual properties for that. You can expect that all of them enraged by me will “mysteriously” struggle to benefit from my innovations like everyone else. That the women who sympathized with their “good boy” grievances will, also, have their own issues.
Christianity also explains that my soul is required for my innovations. That you connect with it, just as you connect with Saint Anthony to find things. Etc. And so all the grotesque hate that disturbed my soul, all the personal attacks for the state of my practical conditions and my art when I was looking for help (like from Kayleigh Campbell, who was menaced by your longhouses) leaves a taint for ever benefiting from my artistic brand. These offenses are usually offenses against Jesus, but also me, and being cleared with him doesn’t fix your relationship with me.
When my stories and characters like SABA and Rare take off, in part they will be loved for being part of the very fundament of what artwork *is*. The kind of wide-ranging power your males sought to goon at me about. Well a few years ago I sustained the insane attacks of their zoomer fans, animation students, and other types. That’s over and done with. Nobody wants to live with that. But they do want to go to Heaven, where my artistic brand will expand eternally. That’s real power. That’s real consequences. And they begin with this drawing. So simple, but so radical. (Yes I am cute as well.)
This is Ren and Stimpy. This is why John Kricfalusi was a father figure to me. You of the animation community, with this drawing, shall begin to see the consequences for defiling the literal show, my friendships, and other things. Atrocious abuse I only got through because my soul is literally built for tanking damage so other people don’t. So I can be on the cutting edge of society, making a better place for the world of tomorrow.
The world of tomorrow approaches. This drawing may be remembered as a landmark of its approach. It certainly has your queers sweating.
