"I think it was the tank tryndamere." It sure as hell wasn't the Kog'Maw who went huge, 13/6/17, was pretty much the only thing keeping your towers from being smashed down in seconds. I thought that I would receive recognition for that, but no the man who was most vocal got the praise. Thank you Chris for actually trying to give me something. I imagine I sound bitter about this, I think resigned would be a better tone. I know I carried, I just didn't think that after that I would have to go out and look for praise. I hate doing it but when I'm feeling down and then something like that happens. Class A performance I just expected a little something, Just a good job from the other four. But it happens with Blair, he has the best ranking so thus he is the best and must receive praise.
When I read this in my head I know what I sound like but I'm fully aware that people will see it as me whining, and there's nothing I can do about that save read it out.
Monday, 28 April 2014
Sunday, 27 April 2014
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Look I honestly don't know what to call this.
At what point do you give up? When do I stop trying?
This is my comic book idea.
The book takes place in the mind scape. Then book is narrated by a cynical Fox whose colour changes. Jack, the protagonist, is blob of white and black goo who see's a man walking by and copies his appearance, he then follows him to try and understand what he should be doing to properly copy him, Jack hates his gooey form and this man is the first other thing Jack has ever seen. While following this man Jack meets a group of three cats, a woman, a suit of armour without a person inside and another blob of goo. The man is supposed to be unreachable and I never really wanted him to be integral. he was just a reason for Jack to keep moving. The woman was supposed to be representative of the supernatural, the world will act with her and she sometimes helps and sometimes hinders Jack. The three cats are representative of fears and desires in duality. They were about having fun while being aware of the bad things. The suit of armour is about loss. He's lost the person that person who really made his existence and he doesn't know what to do. The other blob of goo is about hatred. Jack wants nothing more to be something else and this blob of goo hates him because of it.
When I actually get an idea for a first issue I'll just try it out. I may need to ask around for an artist. I also need to figure out how many pages or the whole layouts and stuff. I have no experience with this.
This is my comic book idea.
The book takes place in the mind scape. Then book is narrated by a cynical Fox whose colour changes. Jack, the protagonist, is blob of white and black goo who see's a man walking by and copies his appearance, he then follows him to try and understand what he should be doing to properly copy him, Jack hates his gooey form and this man is the first other thing Jack has ever seen. While following this man Jack meets a group of three cats, a woman, a suit of armour without a person inside and another blob of goo. The man is supposed to be unreachable and I never really wanted him to be integral. he was just a reason for Jack to keep moving. The woman was supposed to be representative of the supernatural, the world will act with her and she sometimes helps and sometimes hinders Jack. The three cats are representative of fears and desires in duality. They were about having fun while being aware of the bad things. The suit of armour is about loss. He's lost the person that person who really made his existence and he doesn't know what to do. The other blob of goo is about hatred. Jack wants nothing more to be something else and this blob of goo hates him because of it.
When I actually get an idea for a first issue I'll just try it out. I may need to ask around for an artist. I also need to figure out how many pages or the whole layouts and stuff. I have no experience with this.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
I don't want to talk.
I want to be talked to, I want someone else to start the god damn conversations. Just something like, "Hi Jordan, how was your day?"
I feel like swearing, like screaming curse words at the top of my lungs.
I feel like punching something, someone.
I am far from fine, I am unhinged.
I've slept three hours in the past 36.
The fox who tells the stories of the shapeless man who can't outrun his own thoughts, followed by doubt, pity anger and sorrow.
A mystery like a ball of yarn which unravels from the inside out.
A curled fist, an empty palm, two tablets of Panadol.
I broke it, me. I took the little pieces and made an abomination then laughed myself to tears then cried myself to sleep.
You curl one finger at a time, you see the tension build in your wrist. The thumb covers the fingers, the thumb keeps the fingers in check, ready and waiting.
The mind will fall to pieces long before your body will, if it's poked and prodded in the right ways.
I feel like swearing, like screaming curse words at the top of my lungs.
I feel like punching something, someone.
I am far from fine, I am unhinged.
I've slept three hours in the past 36.
The fox who tells the stories of the shapeless man who can't outrun his own thoughts, followed by doubt, pity anger and sorrow.
A mystery like a ball of yarn which unravels from the inside out.
A curled fist, an empty palm, two tablets of Panadol.
I broke it, me. I took the little pieces and made an abomination then laughed myself to tears then cried myself to sleep.
You curl one finger at a time, you see the tension build in your wrist. The thumb covers the fingers, the thumb keeps the fingers in check, ready and waiting.
The mind will fall to pieces long before your body will, if it's poked and prodded in the right ways.
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