Rebuilding What Matters To Me

 For some time I have struggled with trying to find direction... have purpose... generate emotion that could result in something productive. Some of you probably relate with this.

Anyway... this is an attempt, in one direction, of doing something that might actually be healthy.

Something I have not formally announced is my book releases... two, being re-released with improved writing.

Stones To Abbigale: It's a nice story about a guy who falls in love with a girl. He has a bit of a hero complex, she has a bit of a "horrible circumstances" unfortunate default setting regarding the configuration of her life: https://amzn.to/4edzWhK

Reaper's Creek: A serial killer is leaving bodies everywhere, and a little boy is gaining super powers from alien abductions... wild right?: https://amzn.to/4edzWhK

Falsely Accused: Opening up the bullshit in society, and making it known to all who are willing to read: https://amzn.to/4edzWhK

I made them free for Elites through my site: https://onision.forum (but the format is not as pretty)

Recently I completed an AI video which I thought was pretty cool... what do you think?



It was pretty horrific to make... what I mean by that is... what you see in the above video, was actually the result of about one thousand renders... so, tons of trial and error... and what you see is the result of my voice acting (mostly) Onision Bot music, and tons of hours of prompting, editing & story compiling.

Basically, I started out with random fight scenes, and thought... "How the hell do I get this all to make sense?" and... made it all make sense... kind of.

I also recently created some cool comics (I think)... what do you think?





Also, honorable mention --- my most recent music album for Onision bot and other recent albums can be heard here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Vn84tyieO7PTVwf5VJhG6

Or: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC7sYA5tEVsFjRdi9rmy6L5Q?si=ZIxgwkIaP4pvlDK9

Anyway... obviously I'm doing a bit of work... maybe one day... it will make a bigger impact, maybe not... but... you gotta do something because otherwise, it's just the dark thoughts taking over.

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