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I call this image “Huntermun Reborn” in part because it’s the first official upload of my current incarnation since I changed it a few years back.  I’m not sure if it comes across, but I’m female in this image... and this is the first such completed, full-body picture of such I’ve managed to complete since I realized I was transgender.

Overall, I am very happy with it... though I did hit my maximum number of layers with the resolution I was drawing at in Procreate on iOS.  I may need to reconsider my dpi.

For any who’ve already taken note, yes the pose and weapon are based upon a similar pose by Zero of the Mega Man Zero series.  I did not copy or trace, I simply eyeballed to get it approximately right.

My avatar/persona/fursona is a bipedal mirroid wolf which is a kind of biological and cybernetic humanoid wolf person in this case.  Mirroids are “mirror humanoids” or made-made creations in the mirror image of humans and/or animals.  The race and it’s variations are from a game I’ve been working on which you can see further down in my Tumblr and hopefully again soon here near the top in the relatively near future. See you in the Future, —Huntermun

Deviant Art - Weasyl - FurAffinity - Ink Bunny

This is not real, yet.  A.K.A.: Game Ideas with Huntermun...

Conker: King of War

At the end of Bad Fur Day, Conker regrets not asking the Developers to save Berri and blames himself.  However, it's been years since BFD, and he's had plenty of time to fall deep into his drinking once again.  He develops a paranoia about the world around him... Reloaded, Project Spark, Young Conker... why wouldn't the Developers go forward?

Then it hits him, like a brick.  Or, knowing this series' humor, an actual brick.  He's not moving forward in his own timeline because the Developers wanted Berri dead.  In his drunken rage, he decrees that all his subjects report back to him about any news on the Developers.  All these subjects assist at first, but as I said, years have past, and Conker is now seen as a Mad King figure, cursing the old gods for the loss of his life.

And this is where we meet one of the young gods, though not exactly.  Things begin to happen around Conker, and I think this would be best in his castle setting as part of a tutorial.  Walls move, doors shift, and it becomes clear to him that he's being lead somewhere.  A young developer, off screen, moves Conker into a testing area for a new game and Conker begins to understand that in order to best the Developers, he'll have to learn new powers and abilities and take them down.

King Conker must become a God of War.

And it's in this idea where I think Conker can truly shine... because so much of what was great about Bad Fur Day was Conker turning things on their head... conventions and expectations.  Cutesy Platformer?  Yeah, full of swearing, bountiful breasts, alcohol, scat, giant testicles, and the like.  Cutesy, but with Nazi Teddy Bears...

But more than that, Conker poked fun at video game and movie conventions in the later levels.  Heck, his final boss fight is the prelude to this game... poking fun at games rushed and not properly tested... unfulfilling boss fights all wrapped into one purposeful slap that was great in how it was poking fun at the bad in gaming.

Conker had one Collectable, one.  Cash.  And what's the only way for Conker to get a new game from this plucky young developer?  Cash.  Supposedly, a giant AAA company pulls a universe-equivalent Kickstarter and you've got to meet "Milestones" to unlock the next giant block of the game.

This all comes to a head half-way-through when Conker, having learned the tricks of the trade for platforming, racing, FPS, sandboxes, and the like... finds out that he was actually part of a fan game.  Rare and Microsoft shut the whole project down and Conker drops off back to his kingdom... finding it in revolt from all the time he spent away.

Why do this?  Because it's half the beginning of the tale.  Berri is dead, but this fan game sparks interest in Conker again.  Since modern gaming needs more female protagonists, Rare goes a "different direction" and resurrects Berri.  I'm thinking she gets a different spectrum of powers revolving around tech, and might be cyborged up.

She can steal see-through-walls abilities from the likes of Deus Ex, Manhunt, and Tomb Raider.  Crafting systems for spending hours making or earning marginally better gear.  Loot!  She becomes the embodiment of corporate-managed AAA modern games while still being a woman whose moved up in the world.

...and she hates it.

And so it's no quite MGS2 with Berri instead of Conker.  Being without him after just getting him back will probably make the player's mad, and Berri needs to reflect that anger.  She's not a bimbo, she's just a valley girl.  In this incarnation, she's smart, and she understands that even her appearance was made by the Developers as some sort of sexist doll figure and her dialog should bridge the gap between 199X's thinking and 201X's thinking.

So her levels are still collecting cash, but her goals are harder because AAA development is more demanding.  And somewhere in here, she also needs to get signs that the world is being missed with.  Someone else is out there, trying to lead her to Conker.

On the way to another twist, Rare didn't just end the fan game... they took on it's plucky young developer... and he's slowly be bringing assets from home and working Conker quietly back into the code.  Suddenly there's a stage as Conker, going through Berri's levels differently... without all her new-age abilities.  It gives a new perspective and reinforces cool multi-character level design.

Maybe Berri gets to go through some of Conker's old levels as well, turning each level into something new or different.  Maybe the code is corrupt or not designed to handle her, and thus fractures and breaks in ways that make new platforms or new obstacles... new baddies when some fuse together into monstrous creations.

Conker and Berri eventually meet, and their love is true.  They berate the Developers for taking so long to make a new game and trying to split them up... and the Developers... are not happy about this.

Now here's where I'm not sure where to go, because this feels like a place for a shitty cliffhanger... but I don't want that.  And, instead, I see two possibilities: Both start with Conker and Berri teaching each other what they know, with the other character being smart AI... and they continue to make their way through to the end of the game, with constantly having the Developers up the ante on them.

Each level in my first version has a Developer represented in code, either by a regular boss, a Master Hand-figure, or a cavalcade of all the assets this one Developer created... destroying them destroys the Developer.  This might bring the characters to yet a third version of each previous stage, further enhanced by the Dev or broken by their actions earlier.  When the last Developer is defeated, Berri and Conker embrace each other in oblivion, destroying the game Snake Plissken-style with their final blows.

Or... things get freaky in HD.  Conker and Berri, clearly self aware, work together to find a way to escape the game code itself and destroy their Developers.  Each level ends with a Twisted Pixel-style real life section... perhaps even absurd FMV... where Conker and Berri truly earn their M-Rating by murdering said Developer in a suitable if horrific way.  In this version, when they destroy the Developers, they destroy the game, but they are left in the real world... the two anthropomorphic squirrels step out of the office complex, red and blue lights flashing upon them from cop cars all around... the two hug, kiss, then together say "Bring it On" and rush towards the screen.  Credits.

Just an idea I had.  What do you think?

Welcome to the beginnings of the online presence for the podcast known as Munsaga!  My name is Huntermun, and joining me thus far are my co-host Daniaal and good friend Rod.  We’ve managed three episodes at this point, with the third one going up today and all three put out one week after the other on Wednesday.  We’re on a roll!

The main show is up on iTunes, Google Play, and Stitcher with a still-image version of the audio to go up on our YouTube channel as soon as I have artwork done for it.  What you can find on YouTube thus far is sort of neat, I think: we post up the original Google Hangouts version of the show with the swearing and spoilers included and you can find all those in a playlist here.  Each Sunday, I make available that Wednesday’s show’s Rough Draft, but that too can change with your feedback.

Speaking of, if you have comments or critiques about the show you can email us at [email protected].  Right now we’re doing everything with free software because we’ve little income, but if you like what we’ve made so far you might consider giving us a buck or two up on Patreon.  No tiers, nothing flashy… just if you feel like it, we’ve got one.  I’m not gunna lie, it would really help us out and until it becomes untenable, we’ll even give you a shoutout on the show if you want it!

You can also find us out on Twitter at Munsagas, Facebook the same, and Discord as well.  Each of those works as a sub-domain to Munsaga.NET (which is still being worked on), so—for example—you can go to facebook.munsaga.net and it will redirect you to our Facebook Group.  Isn’t that handy?

Also up on Munsaga.NET are links to our Show Notes which is a file containing references to stuff we mention during the course of each show.  Additionally, we tend to have at least one poll going and you can find those each at the shownotes and polls sub-domains respectively.  You can save those links for later too because eventually we’ll have ourselves a nice site done up by yours truly and they’ll direct to the right place.

As for Tumblr-specific stuff, well, you can Ask us questions here, obviously, and I for one will respond or pass on your responses.  You might also see artwork here reposted from my personal Tumblr or you all if any fan art comes in.  As for anything else, well, what would you like to see?  We’re doing this show for all of us, and you’re a part of that.  What would you like us to put up here on Tumblr?

Thanks again for checking us out, and we hope to See you in the Future!

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Once upon a time, I was a student at Wren High School in upstate South Carolina, and I owned a TI-86 Calculator.  It could download games just like it could download applications for doing math equations and such… not unlike what you can do in a much more advanced sense with modern day smart phones—holy shit, I am referencing back to an age before I had a cell phone… I am old—and it could be used for entertainment or homework.  Like most people should, I chose to use it for both.

I discovered that even though there were games running on the device that were as complex as Doom and Tetris, that it also had it’s own BASIC Language before I even knew what BASIC was.  TI-BASIC taught me the power of Goto and Labels, Variables and Output.  But the calculator couldn't do all the teaching, no.  I’m Huntermun, and I’ve got to learn things backwards apparently… stripping down something that already exists and discovering how it works.

Most applications’ code couldn’t be viewed… or, at least, none I had seen yet.  All these games, I would learn, were self contained… inside an executable file of sorts.  They were whole things that could run on the internal programming of the calculator, but they couldn’t actually be made on the calculator.  As a result, they were nebulous things to me, just like programs were on the computer, in that I knew someone had to make them, but I didn’t know how it would be done.

I wanted to know how.

And then I found this simple little game called “Hick Quest III”.  I don’t even remember all the details of this game, but it was a very simple fighting game of sorts.  Very much a “press button, attack badguy” sort of affair, with your name on screen to one side and your opponent’s name to the other not unlike Pokémon.  It was simple, but simple gave me hope.  Long before I would complete the game—in which I recall my blood turning into alcohol, and dying—I would go into the programs on my calculator and discover it was my first TI-BASIC game.

The key difference between the other applications I’d downloaded to my phone and this one was that I could actually open up game as code rather than simply seeing it sitting there all "yup, I'm a program".  Not only could I look around through all the code, I could read the code… because BASIC is super-basic, and it’s not hard to figure out “This Number is in X variable” and “This Goto tells the Code to skip to X Line”.  At least, it wasn't hard for me to figure that out…

But far more importantly than simply looking at how the code probably worked and how the calculator read it was the quick realization that I could edit it.  And with years of lost data experience behind me, I knew I needed to back the game up first, and I did.  After that, I start fiddling with things… all the things.

At first, I replaced the names of the baddies, and that was neat.  But shortly after that, I figured out how to add more… thereby doubling the number of enemies in the game by creating a second location.  I altered the title screen, and changed up how the information for you and the opponent was laid out.  I altered the opening plot and even added additional pages to it to set up the story.

And thus Maverick Hunter Fighter was born.

But was it?  I was making this game for myself and my friends on a calculator at school, so I wasn't at all worried about copyright issues because, if nothing else, I was a minor.  Suck it, Capcom!  But, seriously, I loved Mega Man X then and still do now and I'd already been creating FanFiction in its universe long before this game.  But the idea that I could make my own text-based Mega Man X game was crazy to me, and yet… here it sort of was.

Some of you are thinking about how you've done this same thing while others are thinking what I was thinking at this moment: you didn't really make a game… you gutted someone else's.  And that got to me only a little, because I was already beyond the start of MHF.  I'd learned.  I understood all the above, and even started using Output to draw graphics onto the screen.  Text-Based Graphics.  I even animated them, and I was so proud of myself… still am.

The original MHF didn't last long, and it would fit the model of a different Capcom game of the fighting-variety, Street Fighter.  Street Fighter, the first one, sucks, and that sort of became MHF.  And just like Street Fighter, nothing carried over when I opened up SimpleText on my Performa 6220CD and started writing a new MHF from scratch.  In a very short amount of time, the first version of that game came out and it was a hit.

And that's no joke.  Maverick Hunter Fighter II had an animated Title Screen; It had Save Files for multiple playthroughs; there were Weapon and Armour Upgrades; Heart Tanks to expand your health; multiple locations to visit and different modes of transportation to acquire in order to travel to them; there was a stat screen and character sheet; and I even animated "READY!" to appear on screen whenever you started a new fight.

Instead of version numbers, the game's title mutated as a purposeful spoof on Street Fighter.  Maverick Hunter Fighter II became II Turbo, II Hyper, III, Z, Zero, Alpha II Turbo, and any number of other permutations.  It was great!  And, best of all, it turned out the game also ran on the TI-85, a less powerful piece of hardware that was a lot more populous at Wren.  And it was here I learned two additional things about my game: it was fun, and it was bloated.

It being fun was great… people I didn't even know or know people who knew them were sitting in the cafeteria playing MHF when I came in.  I cannot express how amazing that feeling was.  But that feeling was quickly stunted by a revelation that I'd put too much into the game… not for the 86, but for the 85.  It was literally running out of space to hold the game and anything else.

This is how MHF taught me to code better.

You better believe there was a lot of junk code in the game.  Every villain having a slight alteration to the fighting system?  Check.  Their own stats, even if they were duplicate?  Check.  Multiple variables for each linear upgrade item?  Check.

Suddenly, my code was a mess again.  How could I not have seen it?  But I went after it with dedication, writing entire new swaths of code simpler so that more parts of the game could utilize the same variable and draws.  But even as I hacked out unnecessary parts, I still ended up hitting that wall that was the TI-85… and like any good game dev, I both wanted to keep my install base while also giving those with the bigger memory and more powerful 86 something more.

This is how MHF taught me to code for cross-generational gaming.

Look, it may be simple, but it is a vital skill to learn.  By keeping the items linear in the 85 Version, I could keep them in.  Meanwhile, on the 86 I added a shop and expanded it to allow for multi-linear gameplay.  Rather than always having a single weapon, you could swap out weapons.  There was an additional area of the game to move to and fight.  The 86 Version of the game was just a bigger experience, and each time I could shave off some little thing in the 85 version and put in a new feature, I would.

Way back in the late 1990's, this was a huge deal for me.  Not only did I know coding—simple coding still counts!—but I had learned it all on my own.  I felt really good about my product, and people at my school enjoyed it.  I had, maybe, twenty or more people actually walking around with it in their pocket, enjoying their experience… and I always made sure to make it so Save Files would be able to carry forward into the next release.

All in all, I was very happy with what I had done… but after I graduated and went on to my first college, I quickly learned that TI-BASIC might have been a good primer, but it wasn't very fitting for the types of games I wanted to make.  In time, I would hit my head against QBASIC and Visual Basic and C-Sharp and C++… and it wouldn't be until this time last year that I stumbled into something that would let me finally make a new and more expansive game than I'd ever made before.

But that's a story for a different day.  For now, please join me in sparing a moment to recall that it was today, last year, that the first version of #AD21XX was typed into.  While I had poked and prodded at the idea of Adaptation (20XX) before then, I had not really gotten my own hands to make my own code again until February 16, 2016.  Yes, I had tried.  All the above as well as Xcode had landed on my plate over the years, but nothing quite felt as much like home to me as TWINE and SugarCube 2.

I am certain you've heard of "déjà vu"… the concept you're seeing or doing something that you've done once before.  An idea, a feeling… something inescapable that is trying to tell you this moment has already occurred.  You've already said these words or moved this way… even if you cannot recall where it ever happened before… even if it actually has never happened before.  That's déjà vu.

It comes from French, which you might have already guessed or known, and translated directly means "already seen".  Makes sense, right?  Well, I've got a related premise for you… It's called "même mémoire" which means "same memory" or, Americanized, "mememory" (pronounced: meme-mor-ree) because it's also related to meme's… little bits of culture or interaction passed on to others through non genetic means.

Genes and Memes… we rockin' Metal Gear Solid yet?  Good.

Mememory was a word originally coined, jointly, by corporations and the mirroids they created as a way to describe what in the original days was a much more common phenomena… a moment in which two or more mirroids were able to connect through the shared identical experience they'd been imbued with.

As perviously explained, mirroid brains initial configuration contains a number of base memories which are most often stored for language—including slang—as well as some human or animal interactions and basic bodily functions like walking or singing.  These memories can come from all animals, not just humans, and packaging them together can make a proper default template for any particular mirroid.

However, you may be able to jump ahead here and guess at some of the issues with this concept.  Namely, that it makes an individual non-unique.  The more reused, the more set, the more manufactured the origin of a mirroid's base memories, the harder it is for them to wrap their mind around being a functioning and fully formed individual.  Coupled with their recent history of mistreatment by human beings, it is not hard to believe that the more similar a mirroid is to another, the more likely they are to resent that similarity.

It can be difficult to impart this feeling to human beings for they cannot, under normal circumstances, experience a mememory.  Try it.  Try to imagine a shared event you've had with other people… say a yearly video game party.  You and your friends were there.  You all brought PC's or TV's and game consoles and you all played together.  "Isn't that the same memory?" you may be asking?  And, no, it is not.

On the most basic level, one of you was Player One while another Player Two.  One of you got up and went to the bathroom and missed another friend landing a sick 168 chain combo down Big Mountain in SSX3.  Whatever your experience was, even though you shared it with other people, they did not have the same exact memory as you did.  Their dislike of alcohol or your sneaking the last slice of pizza for yourself all made your own experience unique even though you all were a part of each other's memory.

But mirroids are instilled with other people's or other animal's memories to start with, because they are created fully grown.  And so that always means that, to start with, their memories have at least one other duplicate out there somewhere.  Furthermore, we're talking about production lines and corporations… and mass production has been in the human industrial mindset for centuries by the time 21XX rolls around.  This ends up boding ill for the first mirroids produced by someone other than Dr. Valentino, because corporations have long been problematic in one regard: people are people, and people are supposed to be unique… not cogs in a machine.

In hindsight, the mistake was quite obvious.  Dr. Valentino made the original six mirroids within the now accepted sexual spectrum… one male, one female, one heale, one shemale, and two herm.  Though, interestingly, the female mirroid was created as a transgender man, so while the group consisted of the now commonly accepted sexual configuration of mirroids, it was lacking in the female gender identity.

Taken a step further, the original six mirroids were also comprised of vastly body structures and sizes.  Vulgal was a Large sized wolf, while Xi was a Average sized humanoid more resembling an angel than a man.  With sizes ranging from Small to Large, and body types of biped and quadruped, each mirroid's shape, sexuality, gender identity, and dramatically different memory configurations made sure that each of the six were themselves unique to start with, but essentially guaranteed their opportunities to have unique and varied lives from each other.

And it is likely that Dr. Valentino's testing phases on her mirroids came across the concept of "Même Mémoire" as it would be unlikely to have been coincidentally avoided in the six mirroids the world discovered.  As the doctor's prior robot designs were all based upon wolves, the extra effort to make a smattering of different human-animal hybrid memories cannot be overlooked as exhausting and time consuming… work she likely spent years on just to make those six individuals.

The most egregious mememory culprits were companies during the various mirroid wars.  One company, focusing on building animal stock with human intelligence for instruction and direction, would have entire farm populations with identical histories.  Even without human intellect, this would have been confusing to the animals… because whose bone, whose owner, whose mate is this if not your own?  With more instinct comes more a fight to maintain what is yours and you, but when everyone around you is also you, who is it you're not supposed to fight for what is yours?

The famous WarTaurs of the third major conflict were themselves designed this way on purpose because it had been so time consuming to create just one with complete memories that fully functioned.  Initially, the hope was that by making fewer mirroids in this way that the problem could be avoided, but sadly that was not the case.  With few other WarTaurs to share experiences with, and the few that you could meet having your same experiences, WarTaurs—more than any other mirroid—were far more prone to suicide or Enlightenment procedures.

Essentially, their outward uniqueness forced their inner sameness to be a major note of stress and self-doubt.  It is also why so many of them found comfort in war… using their skills to build themselves a history of unique battle experiences.  Oppositely, other WarTaurs who were captured in war and modified against their wishes had traumatic POW experiences which, in an unfortunate twist, also made them unique compared to their same-run brothers and sisters.  And so, even though they may have been 'more damaged', they were also far less likely to end their lives due to mental anguish of not being unique.

As a result of the phenomena of "même mémoire", an interesting culture has become self-imposed by most mirroids.  Most mirroids go through a phase of being an "input junkie", often brought about by confirmation of a mememory experience, though not always.  In a desire to further differentiate themselves from one they interacted with, or even from their usual life experiences, they will seek out of force upon themselves unique experiences.  They will break their own comfort zone, confront a phobia, move to another city for a time, completely change their hairstyle or cloths, or any number of other sudden and dramatic changes to assure themselves that, going forward, they're having lives and experiences no one else has.

Mirroids, more than humans, have an understood cultural fear of being the same as someone else.  Moments such as arriving to a party wearing the same dress take on a whole other dynamic if the person wearing the counterpart thinks and act just like you do.  It's because of situations like these that, beyond their usual animal-like features, culturally make mirroids different than human beings even with their similarities.

See you in the Future, —Huntermun

I can help you build a decent machine on the cheap if you don't want a laptop.

In high school, in art class, I had a problem with making my art too complex. I was an artist, unlike nearly every other person in the class. I did art for fun, and they did art only within those walls...

Anyway, I look back over my recent—and by recent, I mean the last year or so—attempts to make a living by creating art... and I've come to realize I still have this problem with complexity. Either I try too hard and get nothing out of it—which is most of my effort for my life—or I end up aiming for something too large and never get there.

This has been going on forever, and I don't know what to do about it. While everyone was making trees or fruit or whatever out of clay, I was recreating my reploid character Hunter Vileson. When others were doing simple perspective drawings, I was doing a view up from a manhole cover towards a New York City skyline with Godzilla blocking out part of the frame.

Last year, about now, I started trying to make something of my own YouTube Channel and thought I was putting in some real production value... editing, and adding overlays, and doing transitions... more than your usual Let's Plays. Heck, I even came up with a concept for my own series called "Let's Tell" in which I was going to Storytell the story of certain games as a new take on what a Let's Play could be... still dishing out some Walkthrough stuff with screen overlays and the like.

The result of that ended up both not having the technology to do my work quickly—I've been without a computer for about two and a half years now—and having the one friend willing to go with me on that journey stop talking to me all together. Why? I don't know... but last year has been filled with friends going missing. He was one, an RP friend was another, and a friend who'd moved far north was a third.

I also had someone start hating me this year, and while that wasn't a new experience, it's a totally rare experience... and—unlike other times—I still see this person regularly... and now he just jokes in front our other, mutual friends, about how much he hates me...

But I digress. I revert. Back to the topic I was on...

Adaptation 21XX is my greatest, longest, most complicated work of art... and I have nothing to show for it yet. It's mostly code, not content, and so there's nothing to show off. I'm scared of it. Scared that it's going to be another project where my goal was more lofty than I could achieve... that spending almost a year working on it has been a waste of mine and other people's time and some sort of proof that I am, indeed, just as much a screw-up as other people think.

And the worst part is, these last two things were spot-on... they were right. I *could* do the YouTube Channel, and I still want to someday. I've got all the video and audio of my two complete Let's Play experience, and a script to finish my first Let's Tell as well. And #AD21XX? It's JavaScript plus HTML plus CSS. I got this. I know I can do it...

But if I can do it, why haven't I already? I started in February/March and, if I'm being honest, I took about two total months off in there overall... but, even so, it doesn't seem complex. It's easy to wrap my head around... and it does, at least to me, truly seem above and beyond what other artist in the same medium are attempting. I really believe in this thing... why can't I be more dedicated or work faster?

And it was really this past year I began to understand there's something deeply wrong with me. I don't know exactly what it is, but it's mental. I'm not exactly lazy... it's not like I don't feel like doing anything... it's that I feel like doing the thing, but I can't always muster the *doing*. Like, it could be AHD or something, I dunno... but whatever it is is something I need help with... I just don't know how to get help.

If I scale the game back, for example, what's that amount to? It won't be as awesome or as ground-breaking... it won't have the best chance to grab people's attention. But, I mean, what if that's all in my head anyway? How big an audience even is there for a Text-Based Action/Drama RPG? Am I just full of myself?

I've made art my whole life, but artist isn't what I am... my art is story. I'm a Storyteller... and what better medium for someone who doesn't have the money to eat for a fifth of his days than something that can be made in a Text Editor? But even if I do end up getting this Alpha out so people can start giving me real feedback, what if that amounts to nothing? What if I fail at this like I've failed at the rest of my life?

As an example, my DeviantArt Account has been open for 13 years now... and, in that time, I've gotten just over 25,000 views. That's pathetic. That's paltry. Is it that my art isn't good enough to get noticed? Maybe. But I think it's that I have no idea at all how to advertise myself. I have no clue—for my art, this game, or finding a good-paying job—how to get noticed. It's beyond me. I lack that ability.

And so what if I do make something awesome, but it never gets noticed? I mean, I shared a link to #AD21XX's Facebook page all over my various pages today and did anyone Like it to follow updates? Yeah. One person. I know I reached over 100 people just on my few pages, but... just one person Liked.

I have no idea if this is just me... if my newly recognized anxiety/depression is affecting me. When the only thing I feel I can count on is my mind... and it is clearly having issues... where do I go from here? I have amounted to nothing more than hopefully being a good friend and a good person, but if that's the case... what's with three friends vanishing? What's with someone hating me? How have I managed to fail even more in my 35th year than all the others?

I want to make this game... I want to make it as art and make money... but I guess maybe I have no idea how to do that. I really may not have any idea what I'm doing... I may not be making something fun. I hope I am. I think I am. I guess we'll see...

See you in the Future, —Huntermun

P.S.: Right here... I could have been working, coding, instead of typing the above.