Tuesday – May 10th, 2022 – Rasputin’s Birthday –

– Tuesday – May 10th, 2022 —> 14˚C / +48˚F —> Sunny, breezy and fairly ‘nice’ on My Uncle. Bruce’s Birthday —> + at least t2o of my 2nd cousin’ Sarah’s childhood friends’ Birthdays’ { Sarah called me “Uncle Jimmy” to avoid confusion when I was her “T”-Ball coach 🙂 } – And, yeah – it’s also Rasputin’s Birthday – when adjusted to our ‘Gregorian’ Calendar. }  –

— Rasputin was not the insane character the Bolsheviks and British Secret Service painted him as to justify his assassination. I have it on good authority that he was finally murdered by a British Agent in order to stop him from influencing the last Tsar to stay out of the first world war. Everything that happened in Russia after that is on the conscience of the British Secret Service.

— But that has nothing to do with the above screen Shot- “Xhyrean” is a time traveler born several centuries in our future in What we call Canada, but in his Parallel world they called it the Métis Province of the Turtle Island Confederation. His mother is, was, will be- half Métis, Half Asian Indian-  His father  tested as having half Métis { Mostly Cree with French blood } and roughly one quarter Scandinavian, and one quarter  ‘Keltic’ dna. I gave him almost black hair after I took this Screen Shot.

— Kaelyn’s another mostly Métis Character – Not quite pure blooded enough to satisfy ‘First Nations Purists’ & ‘Not White Enough’ to avoid being bullied most of her young life. So far – we haven’t been able to design and upload really good examples of Métis floral decorated Ceremonial dress. This is as close as we could get her look.

— Junior Gonzakowitz – { Muhdagus Gonzakowitz’s Grand Son } – Most members of the Gonzakowitz family { both physical family members and ‘adopted’ extended family members } have Bardic talent and ‘Psi’ abilities – most of them can open ‘Wild Portals’ { and don’t always know where they’ll end up if they blindly jump through one of their portals } Those who live in the computer age claim they can communicate with computers using their ‘Psi’ abilities. } Ymmps are known to be ‘hopelessly addicted to practical jokes’. Most Ymmps have thick reptilian tails. “Junior” either wrapped his tail in fake fur or was born with a distinctly feline tail – Ymmps will rarely answer a direct question with any easily understood ‘straight answer’. Most Ymmps have a spell they call “dragon breath” that is useful for lighting cigars and camp fires. If they really work on it, that spell can kill anybody stupid enough to attack them.

— While I was working on Xhyrean – I took time out for dinner and when I came back he was staring at a deer. I think the deer are a very new addition to the example area that comes with the game building software.

— Hmmmm- I should probably check in with the people who are developing stuff for the game building software company…

— “This was an accurate depiction of what I really looked like – The clothing choices were not mine – My abusive, manipulative older cousin – who convinced me as a twelve year old that he was the only person who understood me and loved me for who and what I was { <—  His words. } – got me drunk, got me naked – took suggestive photos of me – not just then, but several times over three years – When I was fifteen years old my divorced mother sent me to stay with that cousin in the apartment he rented as a Grad Student at a University famous for its advances in Computer Science – for a couple weeks while she went with my sister to a Hospital for further tests – after my younger sister had test results mixed up with another patient and had been given the wrong positive test results and diagnosed with advanced  Leukemia. My cousin told me he was going to have me scanned – using a 3D camera and would send the results to a modelling agency – had me wear a really revealing bikini while Istood on a motorized turntable and the camera did its thing. The next evening he brought me to a ‘house party’ where several of his friends were playing a computer game – I saw a version of the above screen shot and felt sick – My cousin told me that he’d scanned the 3D images of me into a computer game and he thought I would like the above results. I did not like the way his friends looked at me. I did not like the way one guy there grabbed me by the bum and tried to get his hands inside my pants. I stole my cousin’s credit card and took a bus home. I thought I would be alone there for at least another week and made sure all the doors were locked and hoped there was enough food in the pantry so I wouldn’t starve. My mother and sister came home the next day, were happy to see me. I told my mother I felt sick at my cousin’s apartment and came home. I didn’t tell her I stole his credit card. I didn’t tell her what made me feel sick – I didn’t tell her that my cousin had called me just after I got home, called me a string of nasty ‘eff’ words and “c” words, and threatened to send my mother ‘all the naked pictures’ he’d taken, including the ones that looked like I had some guy’s hardened penis in my mouth – if I ever told anybody any part of what he’d done. { One time while I was blind drunk and unconscious my delightful cousin stuck a realistic looking plastic penis in my mouth, took the photograph and carefully cropped it so it looked like the real thing with a real guy just beyond the edge of the photo. } – A couple weeks after I went back home I got what looked like a greeting card in the mail, opened it while I was babysitting for my little sister while my mother was at work and read: “You [effing] [G.D.] slut – You [m.f.-ing c ] I paid your cousin one hundred bucks and he said you would suck my [ male C ] and let me [F] you up your [ bum ] and make you lick the [sh*t] off my rigid [d*ck]” – I actually thought I’d be better off killing myself than living with that kind of b.s. — Then a popular guy who was a football player on the high school’s winning team showed some interest in me and asked me to be his date to a big deal high school dance – I was thrilled – But during the dance, the guy groped me – roughly – I mean it was painful. I asked him to stop and he said, “Oh, you know you want this, honey -” I raised my voice and roared, “Keep your bloody hands where they belong-” And two chaperones swooped in and carted him off – and a woman chaperone – a guidance counsellor – walked me out of the school gymnasium, where the dance was held and told me there’d been a nasty practice in the last few years where a new guy on the football team would have to pass an initiation task by pretending to like a *marginalized young woman – and invite her to be his date for the high school’s pre-Thanksgiving { big game } dance { *read that – ‘not a popular girl – definitely not a cheerleader’ – } and have sex with her – preferably in a car in the parking lot, with the cheerleaders close enough to cheer “Rah rah – he’s our man- if he won’t f*** you nobody will -” when the guy ran out of the car with the young woman’s underwear and even her dress to signal that he’d achieved his goal. – The teachers had also heard rumours that the guys got extra points if they had that sex over her objections. And over the past couple years, none of their victims would admit that anything happened – they’d been threatened with bodily harm and brutal humiliation by the cheerleaders for the rest of their time in high school if they said anything. I was not going to remain silent. That football player was told he could not participate in any school sponsored sports activities for the rest of his time in high school. The team was disallowed from playing against any of their local rival high schools for five years. Some of the coaches were fired. The morning after that announcement was made – I found my locker broken into and all my stuff messed up. My school books had been vandalized, ‘F’ words written in ‘magic marker’ on various pages inside the books, “[ ‘F-ing’ ] Slut” written in lipstick on the books’ covers and on the door to my locker. Police tried to match the lipstick to anything in the cheerleaders’ possession, and later told me that someone in the police department had probably warned the cheerleaders to get rid of their usual lipstick before the officers and detectives got to their homes and inspected their school lockers. The police apologized to me. The school wanted to disband the cheerleading squad, but one of the girls had a lawyer for a father and he threatened to sue the school ‘big time’ if they couldn’t produce convincing evidence that the cheerleaders had been the ones who vandalized my locker. The school assigned a bodyguard to walk me everywhere inside the school that year. That didn’t help much. The guy was pleasant enough – a known gay person with a brown belt in Karate – he’d had to learn to defend himself from football players in junior high school. But other ‘marginalized’ women were afraid to be seen talking to me – and there were rumours that the football players were ‘discouraging’ any guys from having anything to do with me. Somebody killed a neighbour’s kitten, thinking it was mine – hung it’s mutilated body in front of our front door. Again, I couldn’t face going to school – I was literally sick to my stomach every morning. My divorced mother couldn’t afford to send me to a private school anywhere – my father – who my mother had a restraining order against – had changed his name and only had any level of contact through his lawyer – told his lawyer not to bother him with any requests for any kind of help from his ex-wife or ‘her children’. My mother tried to convince me that I would feel a lot better if I managed to convince my tormentors that their tactics weren’t bothering me. She wouldn’t let me stay home from school even after she burst into the bathroom to watch me vomit after accusing me of faking that. I don’t know how I survived for two years – I believed it would be a lot easier to just end it all. But then, a new guy moved to our town and he looked interesting and the one woman classmate who wasn’t afraid to be seen anywhere near me told me that she’d overheard someone tell him that I was a lying b*tch who had ratted on a football player who’d tried to kiss me and got the guy kicked off the team and also told him that somebody hacked my cell phone { I never had one } and broadcast naked photos of me to everybody in the school. The new guy’s response was, “Bull Sh*t – if some idiot got kicked off the football team he probably deserved it – I’ve seen too many morons like you trying to ruin somebody’s life because she said no to the wrong person and I can pretty much tell when somebody’s lying to me – so take your idiotic rumours and stick them where the sun don’t shine.” – I got to know that guy, and I really liked him. I had real issues trusting anybody and the poor guy had to put up with a lot after he let me know he ‘really liked me’, but we’re still together – and I believe there really is hope for the future… even if the rest of the world is going stark raving insane lately.” { — Shelley S. }

— The elves in the example area come with blue skin – which can be slightly modified – but they still look more than slightly weird. And more than a little bit smug. I was able to edit his body type a bit and managed to shrink the ears a little and left him standing there while I was doing something on another computer and when I glanced back – I got the odd feeling that he looked a bit like me – { maybe in a past life? } – if you dismiss the blond hair and pointed ears.

— I had to give up on trying to upload the last cropped and shrunk screen shot { directly above this } – all I got was a bunch of error messages saying the screen shot was somehow unacceptable – Then I quit the browser and reloaded it and it uploaded – no problem.

– – – – – Okay – everybody, have a slew of great days and nights – I last added and edited this article on Thursday, May 12th @ 7:43 pm,

~~~~~ Jim