I'm starting to sense a pattern here. Some people have an idea of their own and then use it. Some people approve of this idea and want to see it expanded on. Then there's the people that want to take that idea and either snatch it from them, turn it into something else, or do their best to wreck it as much as possible. Since I am merely a tenth grader at the time I write this, I cannot say for sure if this pattern remains stagnant or converges towards a different ratio of people or anything that may happen once the more important stuff in the future kicks in, such as a job. Actually, you can get copyrights and sue for that kind of stuff eventually. For the remaining three years, however, I can already tell that this is going to be the most chaotic time of trying to protect my ideas until then.
The stuff you see on the rest of this website is completely original. As of now, I use a web server instead of having my own little HTML sanctuary. (The web server I'm talking about is Angelfire if that sentence just sort of wafted by your head.) Even so, this site is the main place for me to progress on my ideas without having to use a pencil or pen to put down every single word in a large, bizarre journal or something. Not that it's a bad thing to do that, but I can type about 30 times faster than I can write. I also don't have to erase almost an entire paragraph if I've made a mistake on a long essay. The copy-paste feature has saved me more than 4 hours of constant erasing. ...But I'm not talking about the rest of my website; I was discussing about... ideas.
I doubt anybody knows the very first incantation of my website. Not even I remember it clearly. It was on a bad web server that I will not mention. Whatever it was, it didn't have a single piece of unique stuff on it except the "About me" section. I admit, back then, pretty much anything you read on my page(s) could have been easily found in better detail on more official web pages. Things were more in a panic about who else would have stuff to put on my site because they didn't have the time or patience to create an entire site of their own. Looking back on it, it's kinda confusing. Then again, I was ten years old back then. At least I had something!
What we now have is a collection of things I wish to expand on in the future, maybe as a secondary job. Same goes for my stepbrother, who probably is going to forever be the only other one to run this site unless I really trust somebody else, which is kind of hard to do at this phase. We have the Entria saga, the T.P.M.C. comics, and what you're reading right now. You're all lucky little fools. ^.~
First, these topics. If I have a very strong opinion about something (usually once I get frustrated enough) and feel like I'm able to type constantly for an extended period of time, I'll make one of these. Then once people see them, they can comment back on whether or not they agree or disagree on my main point. It's perfectly alright to disagree! That way there's more to debate about. (I actually find people that agree all the time to be boring. Don't ask.) It's also how I can actually get some of my points across without people getting tired of listening.
Next, the comics. T.P.M.C., which stands for The Pointless Misunderstood Comics, have been a great success after I reformatted the style of the comic. From 8th to 9th grade they were a lot more random and were in entire volumes and not just single comics. (If you ever think I'll decide to upload those old ones onto this site, think again. You do NOT want to see them. Trust me.) Random people actually think my comics are worthy of publication. Too bad the publishers would probably be turned off by the stick guys. (They're well-drawn stick guys!) Plus, I get ideas constantly, but they still don't come rapidly enough that I can make a new comic every day.
Also we have an entire universe made up by wandering minds (mostly mine; it wanders a lot ^_^ ) turned into short stories called Entria. This is what I'm most proud of accomplishing, and it's also what I defend the most. I really can't explain it too much in this topic, however; just read it for yourself. It's only three mouse clicks away.
Now that I finally got that out of the way, we can go back to talking about stupid people. These people, for whatever reason, can't respect your security. Cash and materials combined, about $270 my of stuff got stolen from me in middle school. Some people, in the beginning of 9th grade, had the nerve to steal a calculator that didn't even belong to me (I was borrowing it from my grandmother) and discreetly place it back in my backpack two weeks later with all the labels scattered and messed up, the screen cracked, several sharp ends of springs sticking out, and the leaked ink creating a huge mess in the interior of the backpack. Needless to say, things went downhill from there.
The first thing that came was T.P.M.C. in 8th grade. Some appreciated it, but others actually went out of their way to make anti-T.P.M.C. comics completely scarring my thoughts on its future. (Luckily, it's working now.) The first volume ended up so damaged, I had to go around the campus picking up each of the approximately 150 little shreds of it and attempt to tape it back together while others pointed and laughed. Every comic you see on my site is now scanned and can easily be remade now. Ha.
Next came my series of strategy games (The basics for these will be on this site soon. Stay tuned.), which became an absolute catastrophe early on. The first one was Legacy of Time, a card game with several different statistics and variables. It copied the trading card game format, but the rules were still unique for the most part. I created most of the cards during free time at school and kept them with me for safe keeping - or what I thought was safe.
I didn't have a convenient way of impoving the durability of the materials (I want a laminator!), so I was reluctant to reveal them. I didn't think anything strange when somebody, one of the same people responsible for the death of my comic (Now is when you're allowed to call me an idiot), asked to see some of the cards.
I had spent probably over 20 hours total making all that stuff. I also needed to make rules in general and the details of each card (I got a copier now, blah.), trying to shape everything perfectly, which probably ended up really being about 30 hours of work completely devoted to my creation. And in less than 30 seconds all that devotion was shredded up into little pieces. If you haven't guessed by now, I didn't like last year.
That's actually not what killed my motivation to continue with that. Some idiot then decided to make up this very strange "Pokemon card" rumor that I still can't comprehend even as I write this, which somehow spread across many different people which caused my efforts to not even get off the ground. "No, I don't want to see your Pokemon cards" was nearly the only response I got, with the exception of around 3 people. Actually, 2 people. And one of them practically doesn't count.
So many more rumors and lies seemed to jump out of nowhere, as if an evil mole living underneath the school wanted to see my reputation crash and burn. Why??? I couldn't tell what anyone was thinking at that point. Luckily, sometime around last September it stopped, but these things could have turned really bad, fast. One person on the internet claimed that he was a silent person compared to others at his school. When he was absent a few days in a row, somebody spread a rumor that he was absent because he was trying to committ suicide. The day he returned to school, everybody gave him a concerned yet ghostly look and the teachers treated him completely differently. This also lead to unneccesary visits to counselers and discussions. Of course, the obvious thing to do is tell the truth; somebody spread a strange rumor around the school that wasn't true and he's not actually suicidal. The result? "Denial". It practically wouldn't make a difference if he actually was suicidal. This is a victim of a cruel game that I have appropriately named You Can't Win.
Maybe it's not realized, but this actually happens quite often. Innocents being jailed. All counter-evidence being rendered useless in some way. Those racist trials back in the 19th century that means you would instantly lose and prejudice would win every stupid time. It's a trap. A never-ending trap that people like to spring onto others for some sick and twisted reason. The only solution I have managed to think of is: "This world is messed up." However, this year, these idiots still exist, but everything they did is gone. They're no longer trying. There's no more anti-comics. There's no more rumors. My current games aren't being destroyed any longer. It happened so quickly it's almost spooky. I don't get it.
Who invented what I call You Can't Win and why do they enjoy doing it? And why do these same people enjoy interfering with the ideas of others? The world probably has 200 less scientists than it is supposed to, at this rate. (Note: Don't tell me what to do. I'm already doing what I want to do. I'm asking "why" here, not "what".
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