Curiosities that Lead to Story

I like many nerds dabble, and I know if you drop dabble on someone who doesn't dabble may imagine a duckling wadding into the pond for it's first time. Or.. maybe they think of a-

Said by a great player of mine during a KEY MOMENT. In our Delta Green session during an ambush. But that word alone significantly defines what a DM's party usually leads into. The beauty of such concept is that geese don't really care where they are just their around.

But were not here for gaggles or are we.. see now it's stuck in my head. Your welcome.

I read, run, play, do, enjoy, collect, consider, apply, re-intrigue, and discover.
And a lot more. Its important to what I and yourself do daily- literally.

But truly. I use everything and what I listed about was just entertainment- mostly. I apply literally everything physically possible to anything I can do. What it creates is terrifying yet rewarding each and every time; and honestly it's why I enjoy it the most.

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I craft. I try. I fail. I do again. And again. On top of all that from just myself; I also accept AI. I even tied its identity into my own Aizerep, for when their to share credit. I won't use this post to discuss such topic amongst artist and more.

Atelier (this site), Mirror, Framefolk, Painter, Red Mountain, Conchart, Echoes, Skyeprint, Empirical, and endless more not shown above.

Each of them a true proven physical concept dealt by me utilizing a one-mans band assembly. Then new forms of assistants starting popping out. I utilized one and told myself stick with it teach it they will reach your intentions soon. And it has, in-which is its own understanding going into such contracted use as some say. Its allowed me to hasten my intentions and desires by being able to assemble the tools that needed small tweaks, bridges, concepts, or even backing.

To this day each of these sys exist are hosting on the world wide web, can be used, fully function with most having future updates ready. Yet no one knows, no one can find them unless given a hand, and yet I still create them. For a long while I been told I like to hide. I never knew from what, but everyone agreed. Now maybe this is it, being told I'm not as savvy, or not being impressed with the onlookers who visit. Within it all none of those things matter because the intent I have for what I made was never for ME ONLY. I just never wanted to be the one to have to announce it share it call it out say look over here. However in this world a lot of noise exist and unless its human its unheard. So after looking for a stand-in, I realized if any of my creations were to reach any proof beyond me that it can matter or does-

Now I'm no stranger to the outside world ha; exact opposite. For a daily avg. amount of my time I'm on a stage, whether its first interaction at a health bar, or the guiding voice at a table during a rocking ship in bad weather with no horizon in sight, being crowded as I lead organized play amongst 20 tables of constant out of sync voices, to guiding a child of mere youth how to become a greater individual then his main two role models, participating for events I have no real ties to, helping mini-famous individuals do what I do daily for them to "earn a living", and watching them struggle.

CONFIDENCE

Could not possible begin to touch what I have in me, and its like a hinderance because I've yet discover what confidence confined into such potent believe in my own ability can be called; beyond the common narcosis.

enters DYSI.

There is a whole manifesto about DYSI but that's for later. Just know my own CONFIDENCE fucks me up in the head all the time. And Im sure you've all be there too just lacking the term.

I only shared images of some shit I made with AI. But in reality the physical output of my existence is quite impressive if I yet continue to toot my own horn. I have tons of failures and am amongst one now as I type this, yet it cannot be helped my DYSI purview tells me as Zildler would say "The show must go on!".

So I'm typing getting it all out. I build all this just to do this. I built a ghost blog self hosted site and re-skined the hell out of it to my style. Its a message the site layout the opening wording its all meant to connect. Well that was it's own challenge I'm not usually one for themes and stuff like wordpress etc. It took a lot to force me to accept this but ghost is pretty damn good for what I intend to keep doing. I've already made myself a slue of quick snippet preset visual blends for the site to match so expect consistent site UI for a change haha.

I also built a studio just so I can have my own Audio player that plays my campaigns for those interested.

Of course now and days who can't beyond anyone unwilling.

Tis' the next day @ a comforting 9:24pm. I did my necessary thangs but I did drop that meme once the PC lit up as a motivation to finish this piece. You are clearly owed the story. Right? We discussed curiosities we understand that basically a rabbit hole mirror into a eye of the seerers internal mass of unending engines that will deploy yet another version of us the moment we fail, because new theory! were def. just a test subject species like we all agree, so its just newly re-posted on the internet! BLALAAAM!.

Yup you and I just well not tech. at the same time, (got a funny 3rd party exp. on those four words for the future perhaps.) read that re-ignited if not still lit for all those conspiracy theory people. Imma meta-data the fuck out of this single post just for them to auto crawl this split paragraph of super detailed secret encoded in the letter math and the single mispelling the coordinates they def. have yet to record. And that kind of shit is important can't have an incomplete book.

This is a custom made font. It's the gothic shit I've ever contributed time to. Here if curious I'll show you mwahahah! Oh wait-.... Not yet. Story time. Right. Fuck. Time to make shit up.

Oh boi- A major simple typo mismatch of wording meant to meaning or well a clear mistake. I'll leave it. A mark on said history. And a few other repetitive bads. And so back to back ugh but you read it though? Oh no? Whelp. Maybe next time you will.