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| ID | Post Type | Posted By | Comment | Title | Posted On | |
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| 4063 | Article | Benjanime | long after i graduated high school in 2006 i actually collaborated with a friend to help design human/animal hybrid characters drawn in both of our art styles. the main character was a half human/half wolf named kerii who would go out on adventures taking inspiration from the legend of zelda. granted that i'm not a furry, it was an interesting concept still. i hope your ideas continue to grow! | Aug 24, 2017 |  | |
| 4064 | Article | ThatDudeintheHoodie | Thank you :) | Dipping My Toes, My First Experience Writing Fiction | Aug 24, 2017 | |
| 4067 | Article | Superman | Isn't it funny how when we look back on our old writings we often realize they weren't as good as we thought at the time? I feel much the same way about my own writings, but I guess the good news is that that means we are growing. Nice article. | Dipping My Toes, My First Experience Writing Fiction | Aug 25, 2017 | |
| 4070 | Article | ThatDudeintheHoodie | Thank you :) | Dipping My Toes, My First Experience Writing Fiction | Aug 25, 2017 | |
| 4072 | Article | Vaporman87 | Nothing seem to stir creative juices more than inner turmoil. There is definitely a lot going on behind all this. That much is pretty obvious. Looking at it with no knowledge of the events that inspired it, it just seems like a boy's wildly creative mind putting pen to paper. It's teen vkimo at his best. | Me, Myself and MacRei | Aug 26, 2017 | |
| 4078 | Article | NLogan | Hah, Stupendous Man used the word stupendous even back then. Valix is awesome and reminds me of the flaming sword in the arcade game Rastan. "Puberty had my feelings in a figure four leg lock" is pure gold. | Me, Myself and MacRei | Aug 26, 2017 | |
| 4096 | Article | Superman | I second NLogan's comment that Valix is awesome. Who wouldn't want a flaming sword as a weapon? | Me, Myself and MacRei | Sep 03, 2017 | |
| 4136 | Article | Hoju Koolander | Ah, the pubescent romantic filled with unrequited love, I know the story well. Just imagine how celebrated the tales of MacRei would have been in Elizabethan England. If born in another time, maybe you would have been studying your own works in class. | Me, Myself and MacRei | Sep 20, 2017 | |
| 4111 | Article | Vaporman87 | I was with my wife (then girlfriend) in my work truck, delivering cylinders. We had stopped at a gas station to pick up something to eat. When I returned I heard on the news that a plane had hit the WTC. At first, I thought they meant a small passenger plane. Like some random person might have lost control and hit it. Then the second plane hit and more details emerged. These were not small planes, and it was no accident. The rest of the day I spent listening in on the radio as I worked. Then when I returned to the office I watched the images and was horrified. Like you said, never before had I felt more of a camaraderie with my fellow citizens than the weeks following the attacks. We were a country united under one common cause. Politics, race, social standing... all of that was gone for a brief moment in time. Tragic as it was, there was also beauty. Naturally, that wouldn't last. But it's something I can carry with me forever. | Where Were You That September Day? | Sep 11, 2017 | |
| 4112 | Article | Rick Ace Rhodes | I was in school when it happened. First grade at the time. Barely even into the school year at that point. We had art class that morning. I don't know if we were forced to leave art class early or if we just left at the standard time, but it was after art class that everything went wrong. As we were walking back to class, the vice principal was walking down the hall and told us "Code Red". Our teacher informed us that this wasn't a drill and that it was serious. As we were walking by the door that was the entrance to the school, I saw my mother among a swarm of parents signing out their kids to bring them home early. After sitting in the classroom for a few minutes, I was pulled out by mother and taken home. After being home for a few minutes, my father arrived home cursing and shouting at the TV. I don't really remember the rest of the day. The weeks that followed I do remember. It was a pretty emotional time, especially for my town. I came from a town that had a lot of first responders to the attack. To add to the sad climate, a girl who was in my class lost her father in the attacks. Everyday we wore flag pins to school to show our support. Even as a young kid it was impossible to be shielded from what happened. In some way I guess I'm glad that I and my fellow classmates were so young at the time. We didn't have to experience the horror like many others here on Retro Daze had to as young adults or even teenagers in High School. | Where Were You That September Day? | Sep 11, 2017 | |
