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Chatoyance


I'm the creator of Otakuworld.com, Jenniverse.com, the computer game Boppin', numerous online comics, novels, and tons of other wonderful things. I really love MLP:FiM.

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I am a human-shaped unicorn, and I write stories and draw pictures. My only religion is Friendship, and my only politics is Kindness. I write stories to try to comprehend the native simians that live on the planet I'm kind of stuck on. I know I'll never figure them out, but it's fun to try.

TOTAL WORDS WRITTEN: 1,492,532

"If you know your characters, and you know your world, then you need not fear even a thousand pages of text."

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That's certainly a creative use of various parts. They really got that grim determination of a colonist.

I made custom original miniatures!

The miniatures are 35mm scale, or a tall 25mm scale ;) and I kitbashed them using an initial base of some green plastic army men and some miniatures of fairy-garden deer, combined with assorted greeblies from sprues, bits of plastic and toys, and 'green-stuff' polymer clay. They represent a resource gathering team for a peaceful tabletop miniatures game idea I am inventing that takes place in an alien universe that features strange airships and no combat. There are four 'Cervoid' figures in total, all on custom bases. I just finished painting them, now that I am 60 days beyond my wrist surgery.

I really hope you like my original miniatures. You can also see them - and much else as well - on my Deviant Art.


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I also am throwing in a custom Greenstuff miniature I sculpted of the shapeshifting creature from the famous story 'Who Goes There?' by John W. Campbell - the basis of the science fiction horror movie 'The Thing'. I love John Carpenter's 'The Thing', because it is essentially accurate to the original story. Here are the passages that describe the original form of The Thing, as seen in the block of ice:

Eagerly Blair was stripping back the ropes. A single throw of the tarpaulin revealed the thing. The ice had melted somewhat in the heat of the room, and it was clear and blue as thick, good glass. It shone wet and sleek under the harsh light of the unshielded globe above.

The room stiffened abruptly. It was face up there on the plain, greasy planks of the table. The broken haft of the bronze ice-ax was still buried in the queer skull. Three mad, hate-filled eyes blazed up with a living fire, bright as fresh-spilled blood, from a face ringed with a writhing, loathsome nest of worms, blue, mobile worms that crawled where hair should grow—

He gave up and yielded to curiosity, or nervousness. He lifted the pressure lamp from the desk and carried it over to the table in the corner. Then he returned to the stove and picked up the coal tongs. The beast had been thawing for nearly eighteen hours now. He poked at it with an unconscious caution; the flesh was no longer hard as armor plate, but had assumed a rubbery texture. It looked like wet, blue rubber glistening under droplets of water like little round jewels in the glare of the gasoline pressure lantern. Connant felt an unreasoning desire to pour the contents of the lamp's reservoir over the thing in its box and drop the cigarette into it. The three red eyes glared up at him sightlessly, the ruby eyeballs reflecting murky, smoky rays of light.

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” - C.S. Lewis

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