Sometimes i wake up and i have this "What if..." sessions with myself, in the middle of my thoughts i noticed i never developed Psi's real story really much. So i was wondering what would have happened if Psi's story was developed and written all on my own. I remember at that time i was starting to make friends in the fandom and i've never rpd before, with the time i got awesome friends that i still love and thanks to the rps Psi "grew up". I was wondering what would happened if i never made friends, and what would have happened to Psi and well i guess most of my characters would not exist.
What would have happened to Psi if she never met anyone, if she never found the bunker and if she never had interest in sharing her thoughts with other people. I think Psi would grow up bitter and selfish about her knowledge. She would be always wanting to know more and consider the others a little bit ignorant and would prefer to stay alone with her books and writings. I think Psi would fight with others over books or important documents, hence all the cracks and stitches you see in this picture, along with damaged Upsilon of course , i think he'd be the only living thing she'd tolerate. I think she'd die young too, although she learned how to defend herself, i think her soul will fade into oblivion without anybody to look for or any motivation.
ALSO TAKING THIS PICTURE AS A FAREWELL TO PAINT TOOL SAI, because i don't know if i'll be able to use it again in the future. bye preshus thing you are the best shit for inking /crey
Psi, Upsilon, depy words(c) i am the pimpshit it is me Stitchpunks, 9 (c)Shane Acker, Focus features.
OK this is a pic of the little meals that I make for my hermit crabs. ^^ most people don't know but obviously crabs are scavengers, they swarm over beaches and eat a wide variety of foods, protien, fruit, and veggies. they get hopelessly bored with eating little flakes out of a jar - not to mention, that stuff is often full of additives and things that the crabs can be very sensitive to.
hermit crabs *much* prefer fresh foods. so, learning this early on in my crab keeping, I started preparing little dishes of food for my crabs -- and for some reason when you are making teeeeeeeeny tiny little dishes of food for teeeeeny tiny little animals, it comes out looking like doll food no matter what you do. and when I was making these dishes up I happened to have a friend over who saw this and started laughing so hysterically that he demanded I take a photograph then and there, and so, this is crab food ^^
"'...By far the worst is the hamburger lady, and because of shortage right now of "qualified technicians", e.g. technicians who can work with her and keep their last meal down, Screwloose Lauritzen and I have been alternating nights with her, unbelievedly. If you put a 250-lb meatloaf in the oven and then burned it and then followed that by propping it up on a potty-chair to greet you at 11pm each night, you would have some description of these past two weeks. Which is to say the worst I've seen since the viet napalms. When somebody tells you that there is a level of pain beyond which the human mind cannot retain consciousness, please tell them to write to me. In point of fact this lady has not slept more than 3-5 minutes at a stretch since she came to us - that was over two weeks ago and, thanks to medical advances, there is no end in sight; from the waist (waste?) up everything is burned off, ears, nose, etc - lower half is untouched and that, I guess, is what keeps her alive. I took one guy in to help me change tubes and he did alright, that is alright till he came out, then he spotted one of the burn nurses (pleasant smiling zombies) eating a can of chile-mac at the desk, and that did it: he flashed on the carpet. It is fucking insane is what it is.'
part of a letter sent by Al Ackerman from Portland, Oregon, U.S.A. 1978"