Overlord's Junk Pile

Come for the old video game stuff, stay for the nonsense. Say, a soul-Klug made of felted wool in a tray of fancy pretzels.

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Forgot I didn't put this little freak up here!

So, what's the Overlord idiot been up to? Sorta good things! Um...

Sooo the new ISP was a bust because what was billed as broadband was actually DSL. Like, the kind using telephone jacks. While a box exists I dunno if any in the house actually work or where they even are. There was also some confusion due to our actual location vs. mailing address (we live like seven miles away from 'town', it's dumb) which complicated things and gave me an easier out. Mom backed down from her "new ISP or I boycott using the internet", uh, 'threat' so that's good. It'll be there if you use it or not, duder.

The new therapist seems nice! Can't get another visit until next month but he didn't seem dismissive or super intimidating or toss me out for being a weirdo so I'm optimistic.

Had a package damaged in the mail so I've spent the last few hours bagging up and vacuum sealing five pounds of shiitake mushrooms! They should probably be okay but if they go weird I can toss them since the cost was refunded. So, uh, free dubious shrooms, cool!

I'm feeling mostly better after having an allergic reaction to some frozen chicken nuggerts! Haven't had a bad one of those for years... it was like food poisoning with endless acid and added breathing trouble. Spent the next 24 hours sleeping and trying not to move 'cause everything hurt. Ow.

I didn't have the worst birthday last month but god was it lonely! Made a nice cake with vanilla bean infused sugar and a layer with pulped strawberries, cooked a nice steak, got a couple action figure sets and messed around with Earth Defense Force on the new dumb TV. It doesn't have s-video and was supposed to have VGA but has a dedicated composite in instead (most tend to piggyback through one of the component plugs, apparently?). Haven't tried it yet, but I really hope it works with the Master System. Apparently those little buggers hate a lot of upscalers/converters and I'll settle for imperfect but native signal support.

Last birthday I was feeling super dead due to the reduced cortisol trial thing prior to testing for primary adrenal insufficiency/ Addison's. It was worth it but wow did it suck. Wasn't up to eating a cupcake let alone making an entire cake.

... The action figures were an eeveelution set and a Christmas-themed Star Wars set with a jawa and an articulated Salacious Crumb, my two favorite SW weirdos :D! Yeah, Crumby is green but who the hell cares, he's poseable.

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'Sup.

Wanna hang sometime, or..?

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So, um, turns out someone wasn't 'just depressed' or something and has primary adrenal insufficiency. I barely produce cortisol even under duress. Still working on getting the meds right but now that it's been recognized it's not going to kill me!

... Seriously, I'm lucky not to be dead or been hospitalized over this. Genuine adrenal disorders are rare so diagnosing them is tricky. Sucks, but at least it's treatable. The whole thing's been harder on me than I'm comfortable admitting and feeling better's gonna be a process.

I've been spending time on Monster Hunter World lately which's been fun. It's definitely easier than previous entries but that's not a bad thing considering I'm running solo on PS4. Multiplayer just stresses me out, y' know?

Also, WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME A NEW MADOU MONOGATARI'S COMING OUT?! It even has my snail Momomo in it. Momomo. FUCKING MOMOMO.

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Angel is not a role model.

Sick again, probably never going to finish this but the idea of Stellar immitating yet gleefully failing/ missing the point is always a fun. It's an efficient way to skin a banana, but...

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I am totally using my cutting machine responsibly, why do you ask?

... Yeah I made a t-shirt based on Blitzo's novelty underwear, bite me. It seemed perfect to mess around with some foil stuff I got cheap. Later I totally need to make a few stickers of the emblem itself, it's going on my car, hee hee!

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Draft- Kissu

Obviously unfinished (Stellar w/o antennae, glassesless Klug) but it's fun seeing stuff in-progress sometimes, y' know? I wanted something cute, bite me.

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Yo. It he, Stellar's brother.

As for me, I'm less dead! Not good but making an apple pie isn't an unobtainable goal anymore. Getting caught up with household management stuff still feels like a Sisyphean task but feeling anything other than exhaustion is an improvement.

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Probably one of the most normal t-shirts I'll create now that I have access to a cutting machine. It was kind of a lazy conversion from one of my old embroidery files, eh heh.

Behold, its imperfect basis! Kinda never got the stitching to work properly, come to think of it.

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"Help me..."

Someone needed to test some random HTV so, uh, this happened. Angel may look slightly shocked due to being mildly radioactive. Didn't expect him to glow in the dark! Neat!

I think he looks pretty good considering I freehanded him, which I do not recommend 'cause like two attempts at mouths pinged off to god knows where and a cat sat on and subsequently lost his original eyes.

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Musings of a Depressed Pet Owner

It's kinda rough, but it's something? No warnings necessary, just a ruminating spider and some coarse language.

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The wearied creaking of the spider-like demon's apartment door was a fitting mirror to his present state of being. While night and day held little meaning in Hell, the nights were always, always long for Angel Dust. Being a consummate entertainer pretty much guaranteed a packed schedule for one reason or another. An over-long practice session nailing his pole work had left him mostly dead on his feet, so to speak, but it'd pay off later and give his boss one less excuse to breathe down his neck.

Like clockwork, the soft tippity-tap of hooves on the aged floorboards announced the presence of one of the few entities in this shitty place that didn't piss him off. He'd barely had time to collapse upon his modest sofa and start peeling off his thigh-highs before the familiar nudging at his ankles started up. With an exaggerated sigh, his long frame bowed just enough for him to reach down and pick up the little pink pest.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Daddy missed you, too, Nuggs. You been good, right?"

The piglet's shiny black eyes blinked at him uncomprehendingly. Fat Nuggets was many things but a great conversationalist wasn't one of them. Still, another nudge of the tiny boar's head into Angel's hands spoke of what he wanted. Rubs. Not in a position to argue, the spider snickered to himself, scratching beneath the ham's ears. If only half the assholes in his life were so easily pleased…

Nuggs was more than just a pet to him; the little cutie was a lifeline, a metaphorical tether keeping him from drifting further into the abyss. He had to be some degree of functional to look after the little guy or, on his worst days, find someone else who could. The list of people he trusted with that was shorter than a spent cig and lighting it up too often risked it burning away to mere flakes.

Without him around, the sweet little ham had no clear future outside of a butcher's front window. To much of the world a Hell boar's value was only by the pound, chopped and packaged and sold as so much meat. Nuggets wasn't precious to them, just a product to be purchased and consumed and reduced to shit.

Such seemed to be his own fate and probably explained part of his attachment to the tiny sweetheart. In death as in life, his value only came from selling himself, either for dirty work or his body. Bitterly, he reflected that the major difference between the two of them was how quickly the process would kill them.

While it was decades too late to pull his mangled soul from the system that'd so eagerly crushed it, he'd done alright so far in sparing his baby. Fatty wouldn't thank him, couldn't thank him in words but that was fine. Seeing that little round face waiting for him after a tough shift eased the pain a bit. Yeah, it wasn't enough to make him forget like a good belt of powder did, but the warmth didn't evaporate and leave him trembling and sick to his stomach a few hours down the line.

His baby needed him.

Yet… he couldn't help feeling like he was failing. Yeah, Nuggets didn't go hungry but paying attention to the little porker was another matter altogether. Sometimes he'd be too exhausted or strung out to acknowledge the nudges of the piglet's muzzle, the soft appeals to get up and play. Usually he'd at least reach out a shaky hand to stroke his pet, brokenly mumbling how it was okay, that it was alright, and draw the tiny thing close to his body.

Other days, he just… couldn't, keeping the door shut tight between himself and the boar. He didn't always trust himself not to lash out with his misdirected anger and frustration. He didn't want his precious baby to see his makeup running as he cried.

Two meaningless existences stuck in the same bleak reality, but he wanted at least one of them to be happy. 

It sure as fuck wasn't going to be him.

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Oh, hi (again?!)

Not pictured: payment for services rendered.

... What? Hugs ain't free, neither are head-pats.

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Oh, hi.

Needs work but the craft gremlin NEEDS PETS like, pfft, months ago. Fuck cleanup, I wanted something cute.

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Mood

Should've gone up last night but, well, I dislike new years in general.

... Don't read into the cliff too much. Wanted the tail to show up and dangling it was easiest.

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A dozy moth got into the candy. Again.

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Someone may have gotten infected with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, may be on a high dose on antibiotics and might be mostly unconscious for a bit. Welp.

... Dude, I kinda had this for nearly three months, it's an accomplishment to not be in the hospital or dead.

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Finally somewhat happy with my dumb gremlin.

So, um, I've been hard to find since September. Kinda coping with an inflammatory illness that's yet to be identified. Lupus was mentioned but either mild or something else. Even with steroids it's exhausting, though. I am so behind on everything.

'Taking it easy' pisses me off. I wanna chainsaw something.

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It seemed like a good idea at the time and it's not getting any more finished for the foreseeable future. So jealous, Angel makes anything look better and he probably wouldn't shut up about it, either.