An ebook begins: Dino Legacy: Savage Wars of Mars, with Beginnings of War. 2737 words. “Heibo’Arexcet confronted him as the other Rexes rushed about, yammering something he couldn’t understand. … “Fools! How can you deny me the title of King of Kings when I’m the only one with arms!” He bitchslapped him across the room.”
This draws upon childhood favorites as with the Sam Raimi Spider-Man 2 Doc Ock style horrific augmentation for King Savage, which forms part of the comedy. But it is a very indirect influence. So, too, does the breaks for Don and the microraptors draw on the classic Golden Age musicals John K highlighted on his blog, claiming that entertainment used to be full of superhumans. With additional Looney Tunes stylings, this draws upon that classic work without literally putting classic humor and characters In my work like the new Looney Tunes stuff, which fails to keep my interest as a creative even though audiences may still enjoy it, it is too simple to me.
Zoomers demanded to “understand” my work and it is not like I don’t want to put my childhood influences and other influences into my work, I just prefer for it to be missed by the viewer unless you know me or my art philosophy personally. While typically they prefer to see literal iterations of cliche favs, sometimes very fetishized, and shoving in things like the Black Face Bright Teeth zoomer horror cliche, which fails to coalesce as an organic new work to me. I do not want to serve up media and appeal to existing fandoms. I want my work and the community it builds to seem like a new thing in the world, just as Batty’s work and community seemed to me, even though you can identify things like Animal Crossing from her work.
Rare emerges villains for my work like King Savage, showing one of the actual points of God creating female fantasies for “bad men,” and a healthy climate for masculinity would have space for the ‘badness’ young males yearn for and express that yearning through things like metal music without actual immorality.
Around 2010 my beginning relationship with ipgd was torn apart by the animation community and other communities to prevent the creative “lordship” being formed by it, increasingly melting down every day with key remarks like mock “yes my lord”s until Rare triggered, inflicting upon them, in their own words, a “shitstorm to rival Hurricane Katrina” which was not understood by their conscious mind.
The acceptance of gay ‘marriage’ in the next decade formalized the rebellion against the power of my heterosexual relationship, these gay relationships intruding upon it, as nobody had it before me, and they defiled it in awful imitation through Homestuck, as with fetishizing hateful behavior, like from Vriska, the common refrain of “step on me,” “kill me,” etc. from young males of the time. While she melted down over seeing that my “The Legend” identity was a claim to be a real life Metal gear solid character torn out of me because of people demanding to see what I was working on. Her compressing my masculinity was essentially placing my creative identity back into its mental womb I formed in middle school by detaching from the world, imbibed with the feminine spirit my soul collected for it from books and other mediums. The “Hurricane” I inflicted came in part from my creative masculinity savagely punishing people for seeking to pillage its feminine center, a Sodom-like act that was one factor in them going on to accept lgbtq against their wills, amongst other mysteries of Divine Providence.
Paranormally dangerous, ipgd was cute and submissive towards me that was actually beyond the norm of traditional marriage at the time, to the point of directing me to gain a Crusader spirit that is basis of my Paladin and Commander characters. The paradox was that lgbtq was parasitizing a very small culture (village, even)
that was skipping ahead to a new stage of Divine connection. One that leaves behind sex for alternate intimacy (hence, ipgd finding it hilarious how little she masturbated, under my unique influence). But, what resulted was things like “kill me, step on me, stab me,” etc. with hints provided from Homestuck fans of why any sane person would want such degeneracy.
No one on Earth - including Hideo Kojima - understands Skull Face’s speech as well as I do. I gradually embody every aspect of her favorite series more and more, which required things like actually experiencing the traumatic key events of the characters. And so my creative-style life is on an inevitable collision course with one haunting awful event after another… but each one gets better as I leave this world, the bad of the next world being better than any of the good of ours, like marriage. Improvements like more blatantly resembling events in MGS, etc, for a myriad of reasons. This was poorly siphoned for things like “kismesis” in Homestuck and “kill me” style fetishes. The bliss of the real thing is beyond sexual pleasure in this world.
Mollified Masculinity
The scam soon after was that young males in danger of being torn down like I was needed to listen to the social group, but none of those social groups led them to an impressive masculinity, proving it was all a lie. It was a standard rooted in the mainstream, which was formed out of Protestantism by homogenizing traditions, families, and individuals. Looking back at Catholic Europe, I could hardly believe there was so much differentiation between things like the French and the English.
What they wanted amounted to smol bean-ification, a homogenized blob eager to please large and powerful or small and powerful blocs in the shape of Protestant communities.
“Growing up” after becoming this meant growing into the mainstream, translating and abandoning your special background, just like what Skull Face laments. Your special background is a mere flavor: this is proven by the resentment that the power of metal gear solid between us as a creative union would enable the masquerade in the animation industry to actually function. That it does enable it is proven by Batty’s greatly flourishing independent creativity there, by connecting to myself and ipgd. The Metal Gear Solid-style twist.
The envy and wrath of my peers in 2010 meant this opportunity was passed down to Batty. She was cloaked to the Spumdonor community and others who could say nothing but to condemn her for making cannibal jokes to flip the middle finger at someone learning from me, who evaluated bad people trying to stay hidden with humor while communicating their desires in 2010, after hating people who did that on YouTube as a minor. They said this to her automatically with no opinion on her merit, driving her crazy before my support for her genius.
Batty’s interests and other personal qualities are clearly seen in her work, and so are mine. This adulthood grows outside of the mainstream. In 2009, I followed after Ran Prieur to hate the whole concept of the mainstream, which directly built upon John Kricfalusi’s philosophy. People could not understand my view of it because I chose to be an adult instead of a cartoon idiot in the mainstream world, with hideous aesthetics and charisma to the public, as cartooning is a power the mainstream doesn’t want, but now it is dying, in humiliating death throes over things like the civil rights movement. The key error of that movement is that it sees only superficial details like skin color, and does not see at all ipgd being paranormal and batty being beastly. It does not see individuals.
With Deep Blue Sea and other work in my production, a fully realized individual is seen, with myriad depth and meaning in one cinematic tale that is of the individual. And it is not “humble” in terms of pretending I’m not amazing, but it is in terms of spending my life proving the genius of movies I loved as a child, so sinful people who misuse words like “humble” did not even want to see I was doing that.
It also tormented her for implying that I was unmasculine through her obsessive prompt of “Tinkerbull changing Tavros’ diaper” she brought to all her artist friends, my own fanfic for it explaining that Tavros had a horrible monster kept in check by regular diaper changes. Tavros being the character in a toxic relationship with Vriska in Hussie’s work, and she yelled about him romancing her later. This implication that I was giving up was the kind of torment that gave inspiration for calling me stupid, as the Rare side of my personality made these expressions while I was completely unaware, the horrible hellish monster.
I unironically contemplated the genius of Stuart Little featuring mambo number five, despite that it was about girls in a kid’s film
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