A RL friend of mine recently asked me a question that kind of made me squirm a little. He's a pretty awesome artist over on DA (Mostly Transformers and Valve art) and he tends to get itchy if he hasn't worked on something creative in a certain amount of time. However, he's been bouncing between game addictions on Steam lately (Terraria, Left 4 Dead, Team Fortress) and he was concerned because he hadn't really felt inspired lately and therefor hadn't worked on anything. So, he asked a simple question...

"Is it better to force yourself to work on something creative even when you're not feeling terribly inspired, or is it best to wait for inspiration and not do something your hearts not in?"

This started a small war in my brain. On the one hand, my dad gave me a pretty solid work ethic when it comes to actual work and accomplishments. I strive to be pretty professional when it comes to whatever job I do, and like to be seen as a dependable person.

Outside of work, however, I'm pretty well known for being forgetful and procrastinating. When I'm relaxed, I like to relax all the way. This carries over into personal projects more than my work ethic I'm afraid. Sooo, if I'm getting paid for something, I'm all over it. However if its just for fun or myself (like the Damned World project) I tend to only do things when the mood hits me, which is few and far between.

Soo, siding with my work ethic despite the hypocrite it made me, I told him it was best to work through these little slumps and make yourself move forward... you can always go back and improve or redo artwork if you're not satisfied with it later. Hopefully he can stick with that better than I have to this point...

Anyone out there have an opinion on the matter they want to share?



PS: This hopefully means I'll get off my butt and continue my story...

Hmm... haven't posted a new journal in forever, and in light of someone actually reading up on my unfinished story recently, I figured now was as good a time as any!

Life's still been good soo far! Great relationship with Julia, who attended 2011 Furry Weekend Atlanta with me. Great roommates, though the house is a bit cluttered... Great job, which i'm about to head out to (I LOVE the night shift!). All is pretty well so far!

However, since this journal started from someone reading my stuff, I have to wonder if anyone has any input on my stories... I should have more free time at nights now, so I really SHOULD finish it, but I guess like all artists, i thrive on feedback >.> So, the only question is, how is this thinly veiled plea for attention going soo far? Ideas? Concerns? Comments? Suggestions? Praise? Hate?

Got a new job, had lots of free time, and pretty much only access to WordPad last night, so randomly typed out what appears to be an update on my life at the moment. Had planned on just deleting it, but I figured it would give me a chance to feel like I was actually contributing something. =p

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Now lets see here... Its been far too long since i organized my thoughts simply by funneling them through a keybaord. Soo, thought I'd give it a try, and see what came out.

Alright, so here's the deal. I just recently got a new job as Night Auditor at a rather nice new hotel right down the road from my home. Honestly, this job is a good deal better than I expected I'd be able to get when I decided to get away from retail and food service. I work with good, friendly people, when I work with anyone at all.. A lot of my time is spent working on my own, since things are pretty much left in my hands once I take over for my shift.

Weather thats a good or bad thing is a matter of perspective. On the positive side, I'm free to work at my own pace, spend as much time as I like with individual customers (Guests... Need to start thinking and using that term.) and once I finish my work, or between tasks, while the computer is busy, I get to occupy my time on the internet pretty much as I see fit. Within reason of course. No place would look too happily on someone browsing porn in their lobby, or downloading programs to data sensetive terminals. We've had enough trouble with one emplooyee who apparently managed to infect the main work terminal. Which, funny enough, is why I'm here typing to myself.

You see, the 'within reason' part happens to include browser based chat programs, specifically the ones I use to talk to and RP with friends I've had since I was 13. Most of them online only. Haven't ever met them in real life, and not really intending to go out of my way to do so. Not because there's anything wrong with them, or any insecurities on my behalf. But for more practical reasons. Most of them live either in Canada, fairly close to it, or even further. The few who are within ten states of me aren't likely/able to travel, and, while I do consider them friends, we get along soo well online, that there really doesn't seem like that much motivation to go meet face to face at that great a distance. So for now, I content myself with having good friends online, and being happy with that.

Not to say that I haven't come across a nice little group of good friends offline mind you. Heck, it seems at this point in my life, I've surrounded myself with more of a clique than the entire time I was in grade school put together. I have two really great friends whom I met through my work at the mall. Trevor, a rather overly energetic and terribly good guy. He's the type who'd literally offer you the shirt off of his back if he thought you needed it, or even just wanted it a great deal. Sometimes I worry his niceness will get him in trouble, but so far, he seems pretty good at picking out good people to bestow it upon.

Through Trevor, I met and started hanging out with Chris. Chris is more of the quiet type, likes to think of himself as brooding. Honestly, he reminds me a lot of how I used to be, particularly when I was back in Florida. Come to think of it, his circle of friends is probably abnormally large for him at this point in his life as well. Huh... Anyways, He's really a pretty good guy, even though he jokes around (like we all do) that he's evil or a jerk. Honestly though, I think its all part of the 'dark and mysterious' image I think he's tried to cultivate. I did something similar when I tried to come off as 'cool and collected' back in the day. Honestly, looking back, and looking at his situation now, it just tends to result in you being overlooked. He's finally opening up though, and he's got a sharp wit, and once he gets used to people, he's great company. Still doesn't like large groups. Really don't blame him there.

I've also picked up some other friends, and some of them got picked up alittle further than others. When my ex, Amy, left to try to work things out with her husband, My mother moved in with me, to help me with the hole she left in the bills. Well, the time came for my mom to head back to Charelston and spend time with one of her other kids (My sister recently had her lungs collapse twice. Yikes! She can definatly use the help more than me now.) so it came time for me to get some roommates my age. I also got a new job, this one, which will hopefully make me easily capable of supporting myself with or without roommates soon enough. Still, while mid and long term goals are great, they don't mean much if you get kicked out on your butt or starve until you reach them.

Enter Michael, Chyanne, and Amanda. The new residents of The Lair, as we've taken to calling my little two bedroom appartment. Amanda is the Assistant Manager of the 'Spencers' Trevor works at, and Chyanne used to work there as well. She was let go when they cut out a goodly majority of their non management employees. Still, she and Michael are engaged, work out together well, and desperatly needed a place to stay. They were going to go into an appartment with Trevor, but it ended up working out better for them to move in with me. Michael has a lung defect that makes it rather impossible for him to get work. Namely, his lungs can shut down at any given time. To most places, this makes him a liability and his doctor doesn't reccomend it. To be fair, he did hold down a job at a bingo hall despite the health risks, until the hall shut down and laid him and everyone else off. Now his disability checks cover the difference.

Chyanne is his fiance, and had been living with him and his mother up until they moved in with me for several months or a year... Not quite sure which. She had held down the job at Spencers for quite awhile, but when one of the managers was caught stealing merchandise, and it turned out that Chyanne and a few other employees had suspected but not reported it, they were let go. On the one hand, I can't blame her for not saying anything. Accusing someone of theft is pretty harsh. But on the other, mentioning it to the head manager, at least telling them to 'keep an eye out' for it, only makes sense if you suspect something like that. Especially in retail. Still, she's a good person, and, despite job hunting not working out, thanks to that oh-so-lovely market, she is bound and determined to get a paycheck. She's signing up with the Military Monday. Not something I would be willing to do, but maybe it'll work out well for her.

Well, the plan was just for the two of them to move into the bedroom Mom vacated, however, about two weeks before Mom moved out, I got a call from a friend of mine. She was sobbing over the phone because the lightning had not only fried her AC, but now apparently having her computer plugged in was too much for her current, ancient wiring to handle. Her appartment had become a fire hazard, and she was stressed to the point of desperation. Amanda and I had talked, while hanging out with Trevor, maybe a half dozen times. She had to have been pretty desperate for someone local to turn to to call me up. Still, the call ended with me feeling all heroic for calming her down and relaxing her by telling her about my own appartment complex, which had plenty of vacancies, and was only about ten bucks more a month than where she was. And it wasen't likely to burn down!

So, since I had stolen Trevor's roommates, the brilliant master plan was hatched. Trevor and Amanda would move in, both of them would be my neighbors, we'd share wireless internet between both appartments, and the two places would become the interchangable cool-kid hangouts for the terribly nerdy crew living between them and their friends! Too bad Trevor caught hell when he talked about moving out from his parents, and the plan fell apart. Apparently, his mother, being a good mother, is concerned that with his little part time retail job, if something happens, he won't be able to support himself (Gee, that sounds familiar). Soo, he eventually said he was going to move out when he was ready, and she agreed that if he had a full time job or a second part time job, and was making reasonable money, she would support him one hundred percent.

Well, while that was a nice ending for Trevor's half of the story, Amanda was back to having stress breakdowns. Finally, the idea for her to just move in with the rest of us was proposed... Four people in a two bedroom appartment. Now, this would make sense if it were two couples, or even four single people, but Amanda is happy in a committed relationship. Long distance, but committed. I'm very happy for her, and wish them the best. So it boils down to a platonic friendship between the two of us. Still, it was really obvious that she would barley be able to cram all the junk she had stored in her current appartment into a whole new empty one, much less one room in mine. She eventually managed, but that still put Michael and Chyanne out of a room... What? I wasen't about to give mine up! Besides, the big argument Amanda had in her favor, aside from the mountain of stuff she could bury us all under, was that she could actually be put on the lease. Michael and Chyanne don't make enough to do the same. Which is kind of ironic, because if Michael could be put on the lease, his disability income would go up... Go figure.

Sooo, originally, the couple was going to take over the living room. However, once Mom started packing, we realized just how large the hall closet was. Giving the idea a nudge in their direction, Mike and Chy jumped on the idea of turning that into a cozy little bedroom. So now I have two people living in my closet. So far its working out alright I suppose. They have their privacy, they don't have much in the way of stuff, they spend most of their time socializing, with us or others, and so far there haven't been any major problems. Plus the bills all get split four ways, giving everyone living there a little bit of breathing room money wise.

Or at least, thats the general idea. Sadly, while Im transitioning to this new job, my pay has taken a slight lull. Leaving UPS was a tough thing to do, but it was the right choice. Still, once again running into that 'mid/longterm good, short term rough' situation. You see, working UPS and GameStop, I was mostly scraping juuust enough money to get by. Maybe even save one or two dollars here and there. But as recent events showed, a minor financial hiccup can kill your bank account when you're that close to running on Empty. Sooo, after much hunting around, I managed to nail an interview with a popular hotel chain, at their brand new, super green, very nice location. Doing general upkeep and shuttle runs. With very short hours. And minimum wage, or very nearly so, pay. Which probably could have worked out if I'd stacked that on top of UPS. But once again, the mid term goal jumped out and grabbed me.

During the interview, I told them I had really been looking for a front desk position. I figured it would be decent pay, and on top of that, it was a position that would look good on a resume in a number of fields. At least a lot better than 'really good cashier'. The General Manager who interviewed me, told me he wanted me in one of those positions, but they were currently full. However, he told me in this buisness, that was likely to change fast. There were no less than three people who either wanted to train into a new position, had to leave soon, or were about to get promoted. He wanted me at the Hotel to take advantage of that position when it opened up, and the Houseman and Shuttle Driver position was something he could give me in the interim.

Now don't get me wrong, Shuttle Driving isen't bad at all, and the Houseman wasen't 'bad' really. But I was basically given a short list of things to come in and do every evening. Once they were done, I could either ride the clock, or clock out and go home. Well 'Dont ride the clock' is practically ingrained into my brain. My dad was a workaholic, even if he was a loving father and great person to hang out with, and neither retail nor foodservice, my previous job experiences, smile on anyone who does that. My dad gave me a great work ethic, and wandering around doing nothing made me alittle twitchy. Fortunatly, that lasted all of two weeks, before I was asked if I could work the Night Audit position. I jumped on it eagerly, solving both their problem of needing someone immediatly, and my problem of needing solid hours and a good position. My pay rate went up, my hours got longer (MUCH longer) and I was given more useful work to do. All in all, a huge improvement! Still, Pay being every other week kind of makes it so that my first paycheck, a half check, was 'meh' at best, and my next paycheck still hasen't arrived just yet. Still, with the fact that I'm actually going into overtime, both this week and next it looks like, my next two checks should be AWSOME! I'm really looking forward to it. The bills are starting to loom rather threateningly...

You see, moving is expensive. And I got to help four different people move in a very small ammout of time. On top of that, three of the four moving in, had to pay the majority of their own expenses, meaning that my roommates moved in at nearly broke. Rent came due, and Mike and Chy covered it with his disability check, but now Amanda and I owe them a hundred and ten dollars each. On top of that, between my Mom moving out, and getting the cable TV canceled, my internet bill has fallen behind. Need to get that caught up. Can't let electricity fall behind... They'll cut that crap off REAL quick. Amanda owes her fiance money he spent that he shouldent have for a plane ticket for her to come up and see him. It was to get ready for an anime convention, as well as to see each other, so it was not really optional, but still. Plus she had to take care of her other bills. I ended up having to borrow money to cover my car insurance. My phone is about to come out. And I'm left with about... thirty or so dollars to run on until Friday. It's currently Saturday. So yeah, every other week paychecks will take some getting used to. Still, it seems like we're all just within reach of stabilizing things financially, so hopefully things will work out soon.

I guess thats about it really for the general situation. There's a lot more I could go on to talk about, but most of it would just be little details, so I think I'm going to cut this off here. Besides, the sun is comming up, which means my shift is almost over. Have I mentioned I love the free time I get at my new job? Next time I do this, I think I'll talk more about the people I work with. That'll be interesting to see what pops out of my head when I just let my mind and fingers wander with a keyboard..

...Holy crap. I diden't realize quite how much I had typed. Heck, I was just planning on deleting this once I was done typing it, but now I'm kinda tempted to save it and send it to myself... Maybe I'll post it as a journal on FA. That would be a little bit of a switch. Me, actually contributing something, even if it is pretty pointless. Hmmm.

[LEGEND]:
(+++) Pawsome!
(++) Oh my! <3
(+) I like it
(~) Indifferent/undecided
(-) Not my thing
(--) Turn-off
(---) My mouse is on its way to Back button
(?) Never saw that before

Anal on Males (--)
Anal on Females (-)
Breasts (++)
Breast Expansion (--)
Weight Gain (---)
Bondage (++++++)
Clothing (++++)
Leather (+)
Stockings (+++)
Shoe/Boots (+)
Suit and Tie (++)
Muscle, Male (---)
Muscle, Female (---)
Herm (+)
Cub (+)
Baby/Diaper (---)
Transformation (+)
Macro/Micro (+)
Impregnation (~)
Pregnancy (-)
Lactation (++)
Anal Vore (---)
Soul Vore (----)
Cock Vore (----)
Standard Vore (---)
Paw/Foot (---)
Incest (+++)
Yuri (F/F) (+++)
Yaoi (M/M) (-)
Hetero (M/F) (++)
Bi (++)
Girly Boys (+)
Butch Girls (~)
Mind Control (+++)
Rape (-)
Uniform (++++)
Orgy (++)
Subbing/Doming (++++++++)
Biting (++)
Cheesecake (-)
Solo Masturbation (++)
Scat (---)
Inflation (--)
Fat/Pudge (-)
Tech (+) (Random thrusting toys, no, scifi toys, yus)
Watersports (----)
Glasses (+++++)
Tentacles (+++) >3
Oviposition (-)
Masochism (~)
Sadism (~)
Multiple body parts (-)
Partial Nudity (+++++++)
Gore/guro (----)
Snuff (

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Hyper (----)
Zoophilia (+)
Electricity (--)
She-males (---)
Cross-dressing (++++)
Skunk spray (----)
Oral (+++++)
Asphyxiation (---)
Wet-look (+++) (depending on which kind of 'wet' add more +'s =p)
Mud/Quicksand etc (---)
Sinking (----)
Spooge (+++++++)
Body Paint (+++)
Plants (----)

Thur, now go fap.

This space filled to remove previous emo post. Feeling better now, move along.

...on a journal no one reads anyways.

Had kind of a shitty day today, so I felt like rambling about it, because my alternatives are to either go to bed (not sleepy yet) or surf the net and have my stream of bad luck continue. Soo, instead i'm taking it out here where no one will see.

Today seemed to start fairly well. Other than being woken up by one of my roommates on his way out the door by him 'mock attacking' me and mentioning how much it would have hurt if he weren't such a nice guy. This is not out of the ordinary for me. I dont even mind that any more, but if i'm bitching, i may as well nitpick too. Anywho, I dragged myself up after the roommies left to find a note on my computer chair. 'Today clothes cant be done because i have no soap to wash clothes. But go ahead and do the regular chores and dishes. Thanks' There again, not bad, fairly normal.

Soo, of course, I immediately procrastinate as I do every day and get on my computer instead. See an old friend, get in a long 'conversation', have lots of fun, lose track of time, realize that if i'm going to pick up my roommates kids from school, as they called me to have me do, I gotta get my ass in gear and get my chores done, so I make a hasty retreat from the internet. Apparently I forgot to shut my computer all the way down however...

Anywho, I rush through dishes, cleaning out my ferrets cage, feeding and watering them and the dogs, and just in time for me to snag a quick shower, preemptively change to my work clothes, and head off to get the kids.

I pick up the kids, head to the house, grab a bite to eat, and head out to work, no real problems, roommates get home long before i have to leave, I get out the door a little later than normal, but considering 'normal' puts me at about twenty five minutes early into work most days, i'm not worried. Traffic sucks, but 5 o'clock traffic always does. I still get to work with about 15 minutes to spare.

However, this is where my day really takes the biggest, and really only terribly bad blow. As I'm pulling towards the employee part of the parking lot of the large Target retail store I work at (ie: the third of the lot where no one, not even employees park since its rediculously far from the only entrance. I dont mind the walk, so i do) I see a car parked on the 'road' part at the back of the lot facing me. As I go to turn down one of the isles before I pass him, he honks his horn at me. Wondering what is wrong, I look closer and see... a long ass black snake slithering across the isle I was about to pull into.

Now, I'm not a fan of snakes honestly. Never would want one as a pet, though I have nothing seriously against them. I swerved to miss him and pulled down about fifteen parking spaces as I look back, seeing him slithering towards the road. I get out in a perky mood, thinking these guys must be okay, since they're making sure this three and a half foot long black snake (which i'll admit was pretty cool looking from the safety of my car.) dident get run over by inattentive people like myself. Soo, I decided to walk over to their car and see if they want me to go in and call the Humane society or Animal control to come take care of it so it dosent get hurt or scare guests. It was heading AWAY from the store, so I dident have to worry about the latter really.

I got about four parking spaces from where they were when all of a sudden they slam on the gass just as the snake was getting to the part of the road in front of them, and I hear one guy laughing and hooting as I watch the sick little thuds of the snake rolling under the tires. Once again, I have no love for snakes, but my heart dropped to my ankles and I froze. By the time I recovered enough to spout just about every other curse i could think of the snake had whipped around a few times and curled up on top of itself enough to let me know it was very dead.

As you can imagine this put me in kind of a sour mood for most of my work day, hence the need for current bitching. Most of the time I'm the happiest guy at my job, leading to lots of strange looks from my co-workers, but an overall good time working. They dident know how to take me being quiet and pissed off looking, especially considering I was covering a Cashiers shift and hardly talking to any of the guests. Two or three of them asked if I was alright, but the first people I mentioned the incident to looked at me like I was being rediculous for giving a fuck and one of them was laughing when I asked if they needed to call animal control or the humane society or something.

So, the rest of my night went on pretty slow, and honestly after that the worst I had to complain about was my back giving me trouble (flares up from time to time, used to it) and the fact that they were out of pepsi at the fountain where I get my drinks.

Anywho, I got home, came in, got bitched out by one of my half awake roommates for not doing the water hose exactly her way when I watered the dogs, for my computer being on (and given the rediculous ultimatum of 'if i find it left on like that again your gonna pay twenty dollars every time.) as well as an attempted guilting over the hose a second time (if its too damn hard for you to water the dogs right i'll do it my own damn self (she hates the dogs, and i know that i'd never hear the end of it))

Anywho... to top things off, before I got to writing this journal I found out that the little meme i'd tried to add to was a violation of FA terms, so I had to take down the little Trainer cards thing that everyone's been doing... So much for contributing, eh? And before anyone says anything, no, I dont dissagree with the rule, just felt like it was the icing on the cake for my day. So, I took them down, and decided to rant...

Anywho, enough rambling for me tonight... I'm off to bed here shortly

First off, I know that the number of people likely to read this journal can be counted on one hand. Still, I figured I'd give it a shot =p

Alright, here is a question i've been asking people for YEARS. From the high school bus, to every job i've ever worked at.

'What would you do if you had your own island?'

Now, here are the rules. Your island is somewhere in the ocean. Where is up to you. The climate is up to you. No laws exist save the ones you want to. You have unlimited funds to do/setup/build/hire whatever/whoever you would like on this island. You can bring in as many people, or keep out whichever ones you'd like, and the only limitation is to stay in the realm of whats actually possible in this day and age (fantasy/scifi opens it up WAY too much.)

Sooo, lets see what kind of answers I get this go 'round, shall we?

Mmmkay, I know I dont post on her normally, but I was wondering if any of you out there had an interest in designing a custom tatoo. You see, my roommate irl has been talking about going a few towns over to the nearest legal tatoo parlor and getting something, and if thats the case, i'll be expected to get one too... HOWEVER If I do, I want it to be somethin I'm gonna wanna look at for years to come, and the first thing that popped to mind was Renamon...

Yeah, i'm a hopless fan ^_^;

Anywho, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in comming up with the design for a renamon tatoo, one that would stand about four to five inches tall, would likely be on my chest, and would have a large yin yang framing her in the background. It would have to be clean, since I dont feel like explaining why there is a fox with boobs and clit showing on my chest to any future girlfriends ^_^;

Anywho, thats what I was asking, and, since I suck at drawing, the best I can offer in exchange would be either a short story with a character of your choosing, or a few RP's to anyone interested in entering... Still, it would mostly be just for fun if anyone could pull it off.

Feel free to post them here on FA and message me, or Email me with anything ya come up with!

Stolen from a few people, so i'd actually have at least one journal post here. ^_^


1. What is your character's name?
- Jake Porth

2. What kind of character is it (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
- Human. Fairly average caucasian male.

3. What is the first thing your character would think of when he/she first wakes up?
- 'uuungh... how soon before i can get back to sleep...'

4. Your character's favorite outfit would be?
- A genericly labled loose fitting T-shirt, pair of somewhat baggy blue jeans that are well worn in, and a thin fishing vest with a large Yin Yang decal on the back and half a million pockets

5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
- Umm, not sure... dosent bother looking in mirrors often, since he's fairly lax on his apperance... probly that the shaving cream mysteriously wound up on his face needs to be shaved off =P

6. Does your character have the same tastes in food as you?
- Yep

7. How is your character similar to you?
- My character is based off of me, so he's identical to me in apperance when im able to dress as i please. Only personality difference is that Jake will do things that I cant in real life

8. How is he/she different?
- Jake is more likely to have casual relationships or speak his mind... also, is prone to occasional adventures that the real me only wishes he could have.

9. If your character could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
- Yep

10. If you were to suddenly become your character, what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
- Go on a search for ShadowRenamon and profess undying love and propose =P

11. Is there something about your character that you don't like how others think of them?
- Jake is casual and laid back, much like me... but unlike me, people sometimes confuse that for either extreme wisdom or extreme neglect or carelessness... When really he's just kinda forgetful and dosent let even big things stress him out if he could help it

12. What advantages does your character have over you?
- Aaah, Digimon partners, a life of adventure, a more athletic build, and a few artifacts he aquired that give him abilities beyond normal humans... which he almost never uses.

13. What disadvantages?
- He has to deal with more stress from people around him... particularly relationship stresses

14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
- Absolutly... Part of Jake's air of mystery is his ability to reveal something new whenever the need arises.

15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
- Sadly, I cant draw. Im just here to whore everyone elses drawings. Im slowly learning though, so i'll keep you posted...

16. Do you have any plans for your character or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
- Nah, Jake's ongoing life is pretty much 'go with the flow'... or against it, as the mood occasionally suits him. Either way, I play things by ear.

17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
- They think that because I can casually give out advice, and dont stress when most problems arise, that Jake is either wise, or foolish... of which, the latter is probly more true. Either way, I dont consider him or me either.

18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
- The adventurous life he leads... but if that dosent count as a character trait, I'd go with his ability to connect with people and forge lasting friendships or relationships fairly easily.

19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
- I've put one or two people into some stories, almost direct transitions of them, but no one major, or lasting

20. Have you written any stories about your character?
- Yes. The Damned World is a unfiinished story about how jake came to be who he is

21. How has your character changed since his/her first creation?
- He's grown, but the base always stayed the same.

22. Give us a one-liner from him/her.
- Meh...