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As my heroic brother like wacom tablet that has been at my side for these past few years starts to struggle and choke through many and long hours of Uni work that lay before me and after one massive blow-an unforseen phhhailure as I was on the verge of glory....
It is fitting that I write a journal. With joyous and grim tidings for thee to bear...Optionally.
First the bad news, my scanner keeps trying to tell me something, so far all I've gotten from it is 'bleep-beep-I'm-not-going-to-fucking-work-bleep-blorp' I think that's a bad thing. Seeing as I've accumulated a rather large amount of sketches that have not been scanned. Yes. This is most grim.
But harken-hasten-whatnottery-this no this was not the phhhailure that struck, no. Many an hour this day I was driven by a mysterious thing called Producktvtea and over the span of 6 hours I had in my hands and was actively forging, lovingly crafted (by my hilarious standards) most pleasing sprite work. But then calamity struck and my work was pixelated ashes composed of ones and zero's that vanished from this domain to the blue plains- Google willing guide those poor bits on thy journey- and lo it was all lost.
But where phhhailure strikes, potential arises elsewhere, I've started dabbling in the 3D arts. I really REALLY like it so far. Haven't started making anything more complicated than some generic props, chairs (OH SO MANY CHAIRS) and other such things. From what I've done of it so far, I actually think its pretty fuggin awesome. Can't wait to do more. The New potential.
There is a name change in the future. Maybe.
This is Gubb