#its2019

A poem >:(

No, I did not meet the Wal-Mart Racist

In fact, I never knew he existed

Until you told me the horrible things

He said to you when you were but a child

In front of your mother

Because of the color of your skin

Of course she told them off

But you remembered

And could never forget

I sat listening

And I looked

And I looked to my skin

Then I looked to yours

How are we so different?

The truth is

We are not

We are the same

We have the same likes

We both are in the same grade

We both have dark hair

And yet

For the tiniest detail, a mere pigment

Causes the pig that is the

The Wal-Mart Racist

To become a part of your life

And not mine

Why?

He lurks in the aisles

And watches

And watches

And watches

And I have not seen him

Because he has no eye for me

Why?

Why do I meet the nice woman who tells me

Merry Christmas

Because I helped her with the computer

At self checkout

And you

Have met the man who judges not by character

But by the color of skin

Why?

I’m going to publish the VRchat map I’ve been working on for the past week today and might start work on another, I dunno.

The map itself isn’t near perfection by any means; it has a few broken but small textures but I have added some quality of life stuff which I really can’t check until I get some friends to help me test it.

(If you’re not what I need to say for school reasons you can stop reading the blog here)

The map has interactable objects, Easter eggs (because Easter why not) and the buttons in that picture which can change depending on what the player presses. 

Other interactable features are the teleporters cleanly linking the exhibition rooms to the viewing platform. Some might say it’s so smooth they won’t notice that you literally teleported 100ms.

It also acts as a museum as I stated in my original pitch, giving players 4 boards to read about climate change.

Once upon a time in a humble town, there was a small family of four women. Now, all four women were as beautiful ranging from the mother down to the youngest of her three children. The mother made sure she raised her children well; to not hurt, harm, and hate. Although, that was hard for her youngest who was so far more beautiful than her sisters that her sisters felt inferior to her. The older sisters did not dare speak of her name and compared their beauty to hers. The youngest was named Shella, a gorgeous fair-skinned lady with blonde thick hair and a smile so charming and pearly white that she could tell a lie, and not a single soul would notice. Her voice was smooth like butter and the way she presented herself always outshined her others. While they wore jeans and a casual shirt to a family gathering, she would dress in pearls that matched her teeth and designer from head to toe. While the rest of her family ordered Sprite, Shella would specifically ask for wine.  

Therefore, her mother knew Shella would grow up to be out of control, not learning her limits. Scared that her youngest would grow up to be full of herself in this humble town, she became stricter on Shella. Though, the mother’s choice led to Shella’s own fate. 

The harder the mother would prevent Shella from going out, she would sneak out. The less she told Shella to spend, Shella would go on a shopping spree that cost more than their house. The nicer the mother told her to be kind to her sisters, she would spit out mean names to angry them all. One day, the mother could take no more and she took away all of Shella’s money and credit cards leaving nothing. 

At that time, the town was planning a marvelous dance and invited people from other towns to visit. It was the biggest event of the year and Shella had a plan up her sleeve. She persuaded her sisters and mother to go to the dance so she can retain her money and spend as much as she liked. The mother and sisters without the slightest clue agreed and prepared for the dance that was only a week away.

When the day came, the three happily left for the dance and said their goodbyes telling Shella they’d be back before midnight. Shella without care about when they’d be back could only think about all the money she’d spend after they were gone. Shella rushed into her house and searched all her mother’s drawers to see if she could possibly find her card. Oh, the things she would buy! New clothes, designer belts, handbags…

Shella searched every single drawer, and still, there was no sign of her valuable belongings anywhere. Frustrated, she screamed, 

“Where on earth could this old hag hide my stuff??”

As she was about to give up, she looked at the bed, “Could it possibly be under the mattress?”

Shella lifted up the mattress. What she saw was not her card, but something else that was far more valuable. Shella’s eyes lit up like burning flames, and she could not believe what she was saw. There, lay, a card with the words “Platinum” on the top. It was the one and the only card Shella dreamed of having,

 “THE PLATINUM CARD! I can’t believe this old hag was hiding this treasure from me.” 

Shella, looked at it once again and noticed the card was under someone else’s name. It was possibly the old owner’s card, or maybe her mother’s company card. It was definitely not her mother’s. Though, she did not care. Her greediness became something more. Shella couldn’t resist the temptation. She wanted to spend everything, she didn’t care what the consequences would be, 

“They won’t be able to catch me anyway.” Shella snickered and opened up her laptop. She then started buying everything she ever wanted, 

“A diamond ring? Purchase! A Gucci bag? I deserve this after all the nagging I’ve heard from this woman, purchased! A new LV purse? I NEED it, now! Purchased!” 

Thus, the purchases were made. There were so many, Shella lost count. She laughed and couldn’t wait until her packages came. It was like the card was a gift sent from heaven! A godmother, almost. Now, all she could ever ask for was a prince. As Shella’s mind ran full of wild thoughts of what other purchases she could make with the card, her family came home. 

When her family arrived, the mother was ecstatic bragging about a handsome young man she met at the dance,

 “He was so handsome, every woman wanted him! He mentioned that he was a CEO or something like that, but anyways I showed him a picture of us! He seemed quite interested in you. I arranged a date for you two to meet!”

Shella’s eyes were already lit up after she heard the word “CEO”. She already had created the perfect plan. If I could get his card, I could spend as much as I would like again. Thus, she replied so gently, “Oh, why yes, mother. I would love to meet him, he seems like a very nice young man.”

The mother had hopes that this young man could change Shella for the better, but it was already too late. During the date, Shella had stolen his card, and the poor young man did not even notice. He was too distracted by her beauty. After, Shella used up all the money on his card and began planning her next victim. As she was scheming her marvelous plan, she bumped into a man. She looked up to yell, 

“Watch where you’re going!”, when she saw a beautiful man in front of her. 

“I’m sorry, madam. I was distracted by your beauty. I couldn’t help but notice the LV bag you have!” 

Shocked that a man finally noticed how valuable her purse was, she was instantly attracted to him. It was a man that actually knew value when he saw it. Somebody that actually noticed how she put her outfit together. From then on, the two exchanged numbers and continued talking. Shella actually began falling in love with him and decided to stop her schemes. To her, they were nothing but a part of her past. She would change for him. 

As weeks went by, Shella began opening up to him more and more. She introduced him to her family and became a humble woman her mother always wanted her to be. There was nothing she could tell him that would affect their relationship. Shella decided I have to tell him I stole others’ money, but that isn’t the person I am anymore. At least, that was what she thought. 

During dinner one day, she confessed to the handsome man, and right after that, police stormed in from all the openings of the restaurant. The “kind-hearted” young man she thought she was in love with, stood up, wiped his mouth, and pulled out a badge,

“Shella, you are under arrest for identity theft and for using more than a million dollars worth of valuables. You have the right to remain silent…”

The handcuffs were already on Shella as she came to realize who he was. 

Newspapers were already out an hour later. She was the front page to every single one of them. The titles ranged from worse to worse,

“Hinderella Screws Up Her Beautiful Future!” “A Princess On the Outside, A Thief On the Inside”

“Hinderella Hinders Her Bright Future”

Shella became known as Hinderella as she served 5 years of jail. The end.