After 8 painstaking hours of fighting with Blender (and crying) I managed my first proper 3D model. I've been told I tackled way too much for a beginner, so gives me some vindication of what I went through, lol.
I think a huge point worth talking about is the veil that gets pulled aside whenever huge celebrities are approached about their "support" of Autism.
I've been a very open advocate for NEVER giving these people room to defend themselves because it'll always be a huge test of their dignity- and they always fail.
Big names supporting Autism Speak is not some sign of someone who cares, its someone funneling easy money into something they don't have to think about, and its far from a burden on them. It's us, the Autistics, who have to deal with the fallout, the damage, and this is what happens when you try to educate them.
I don't think I've seen a more evil response to being asked about your donations than Ron Paulsen saying, "regardless of which organization brings them comfort or understanding," and not think you're a villain dripping with malice?
The fact that he is apparently aware of their reputation too makes this all the more disgusting. Is this some sort of sunk cost fallacy, assuming you know better than actual Autistics? We should never assume an Autism Speaks donation is innocent, they know what they're doing.
a story with that cyberpunk theme of “are you really human if you modify your body to gain power“, except the body modification is just strength training.
Crimson blade, obsidian shade, sharper than a dragon's fangs: the pain it makes drives the most sane insane.
Umbral Glave: it has found its way into my brainwaves. It scars the flesh, atomically split, and I'm now chronically inept. Comically, with a lack of pedagogically, the tortuosity loves to mockingly tease my dreams in a perceivable reach to kill me psychologically. Pain, ache; agony, misery; strain, even if I attain it's just vain, no point to live if it's always a painful drain.
Umbral Glave: it enslave me and put me in the living grave; the gnarled blade twist and persist, each action met with that painful mist just like the opportunities I missed. I'll try my best not to cry, but why subsist? Kissed to exist with the pain that others refuse exist, soon my soul will no longer resist. I just wish to bewitch the Umbral Glave, add an 'i', but that makes me a fantasist.
Umbral Glave: I gave up long ago, or so I said, why won't I just stop playing with dread? Why does my soul thread the line of shattering and mattering? Just let me give up, for the love of it all, it hurts so much, just let me go, let me cry and atone, what did I do, this lodestone of my headstone, it hurts so much, just shatter already; why do I fight an endless cyclone? Give me peace.
What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean I fight for unreachable dreams? It's all pain, I can't believe, no reprieve, good grief, my life hasn't even begun this stupid fucking game! I want to create, I need to explain, my soul wants nothing more but a break to break and break break break BREAK.
Umbral Glave. Stuck in me. I'm a knave, unreliable, undescribable, inevitable. Fuck it, I don't need good luck. Losing to you is winning to me. My soul refuses to ablate because I need to create. Colors dull, look at the rainbow trail. I hate being the penumbral, but I don't fucking care about anything anymore. Nothing and nothing, my poems only rhyme because I don't know how to even cry, let alone try, sick of the why.
Kill me, and I'll still find a way to wield the Umbral Glaive.
Are you the owner of this campaign for better discussion
I am not unfortunately, if you would like to ask questions the Kickstarter page links to a discord where the owner can be communicated with! I am merely the messenger, assuming this is not a bot question.