I've got other stuff to do. (Beware of her... Or maybe not...)


I'm done harvesting and managing radioactive wastes of this digital realm for now.

(My Own Copypasta) T H E M B A T H R O O M S

Ya know what's scarier than Backrooms? Bathrooms, they got them shiny tiles, clean urinals, and rusty leakin' pipes every damn where. Hell, even the ceiling has one. Legend says that the urinal on the ceiling are meant for Copacabanas... or Chupacabra? Whatever they called it. So one day I snuck inside the egghead's facility bringing my own curiosity to blame because I got lost like a child in the shadow of an endless bathrooms. Then suddenly, a goat-sucking two-headed one mean Chupacabra spooked out right in front of my eyes, wielding two double barreled machine gun. I tried my best to negotiate, I even bribe that sumbitch, but the mean sonuvabitch is trying to find its way out because this Chupacabra stole my bag of bottlecaps without screaming nor saying any words like a typical Chupacabra.

So I tracked him or her uh... Himer down! And it seems like he or she or... uh... Heshe knows the damn place well. Well, too well, in fact he even knows my name, my nonexistent parents and my homemade social security number. Upon following the Chupacabra, the room become more visible, getting brighter and brighter every footsteps. And allas, I'm outside. But then some eggheads knocked me out and I woke up on the top of the Dino at the Novac. Looks like them eggheads knocked me out whilst following the bright light with the creature. My guess that these eggheads are from East. I tried telling the other folks that what I've seen is real and they always said to me that I'm taking too much chems. I guess, I was too late. Them Eastern cooks must've brainwashed them, or somehow replacing innocent yokels with some sort of synthetic thing day by day. I bet them fancy easterners still living in an underground somewhere in Boston.

S O m e t h I N G S

It takes time to do something, or maybe it does not. After all, all things must do what must be done. One does the doesn't so it can do what one shall not do. The other one does not do the doesn't therefore it cannot do what the one should do. One shall know its purpose while the other one should not. One stays to supervise while the other one roam to quench its curiosity. Solving mysteries could create another mysteries, and when another mystery is solved, it creates another mystery. Thus, an infinite cycle, a sentient blanket, hovering and covering an infinite answer, waiting for something or someone to slightly uncover it. Or maybe mystery is not mystery after all. Since we've already defined it as an unknown waiting to be known. Or maybe it has something to do with the time? No. As I've already mentioned, that the mystery can create another mystery. But what if one already knew everything, what would happen to him or her? He or she will grow tired and might as well start all over again or perhaps one would become nothing. Maybe he or she would share his or her newfound information where one would become a prophet or maybe a crazed mental-junkie. There is an infinite number of choices but one could not undo some of the worst choices of a man could do. And that is the horrible beauty of a human mind, no matter how silly and ugly one would think of.

Not-So-Re'thard side? well then...

I do few things like:

Weirdcore, Vaporwave, Horror, Psychedelic Art and Anims
Low/Mid poly 3D modeling (Still practicing hard surface modeling)
[X] Stop motion (I don't do this kind of stuff anymore (Gmod, Clay, etc))
Source Modding (still confused with scripts)
Crackhead Writing (Copypasta, Lore Sh*ts, Muatra, etc.)

YT Channel? Go tell the eye¿

Solso, I'm not a furry. For god's sake, don't PM me 'bout it.