Herro peeps.

I seem to be really talented at neglecting this journal, and my own comic projects of late, so im letting people know to expect more pages of "Luck like Mine" to be up very soon. Im having a day with my laptop, which pretty much boils down to 'uninstalling and reinstalling EVERYTHING'. Will it work? No idea. But it has got to at least fix a few issues it has.

Recently, Stasia did a post about things she is working on, updates to expect in the near future and what not, and it gave me the idea to do the same. After all, i have a lot that i have half done, and posting what ive been doing in here will sure as hell entice me to finish them. God willing anyway.


Luck Like Mine
This was never abandond. I still need to tell my story, and this is how ill be doing so. So far, they go in Sagas, like any could manga/anime. This is made with all Chibis, so that it puts a lighter spin on my crap-tastic adventure.

Part 1-One big step for man, one giant leap...
Part 2-Land of the Rising Sun, and the accused terrorist
Part 3-Out of the Sushi, into the Maple Leaf?
Part 4-Hijacked!

The rest are still in the making

*Hand drawn pages 1-5 will be up in the next 24 hours or so, and the style is slowly altering till i find where im comfy, so please excuse that.
*Pages 6-10 will go up shortly after that.

Full Metal Jumpstart
Leon and Angel will make thier return very soon, and within a few months, thier internet debut will also begin. So to prepare them, a series of one shots about the Lion boy Leon and young genuis Angel wil start

**"Why do do the things we do?"--A 2 page Leon-fest, dealing with his first kill at the age of 10.
**Homework, Math Class, shool girls and .50cal weapons?--Just because Angel told him that the school is not a terrorist hub, doesnt mean that Leon isnt going to look...
**"Heros dont die..."--Angel deals with Leons recall back to active duty in a war torn nation.


Warcraft:The Shattered Path
The brain child of myself and Stasia, our baby, will burst back into life soon with a series of concept art that have been based on Warcraft Myths, legends, and history. Chariondar, Vyana, Xeon and Kyrae's adventures begin soon, with their tale telling a story that will shake Azeroths foundations to the core

**A day in Booty Bay--Vyana and Xeon are waiting to make thier crossing towards Kalimdor, but the undead have different ideas. In the basking heat of the sun, can the Beautiful Hunteress and the Pantie-stealing Rogue hold the undead at bay?

Betrothal Royale
A project brought to life by my darlings dreams, the tale of the Giant Robot War that is fought for love and for honor has more than a few sketchs, and several of them deserve light. Whlie the project itself will not be made as a whole just yet, it never hurts to have a goal for the future


There are hundreds of ideas i have for both, and while not even half the drawings will ever come to light, the ones that i have yet to finish wil be done, and my gallery will soon be sporting, and i shit no one, over 400 drawings within the next 3 months. That number may grow, once i have my apartment and Stasia visits often. Our minds made these, and i know that we are both, very very very proud of them.


Final shout out.
Stasia, my darling your the love of my life, and your the only person that has ever pushed me to get better at my craft. Everything ive ever drawn in regards to these projects, i devote to you. I love you, baby, and i cant wait to see our names on the front cover of our first completed books. (Hell, i cant wait to see the same thing on a bill!)

Kit! I have no idea if you watch me but hey, youve become a very good friend in recent months, and im glad when i shout random things at you like DUCK BILLED GORRILLA! You dont get freaked out and run away^^ I hug you.

Later all!

Who dares Wins
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I started to play aorund with writing stuff recently. I suck major ass at it in my opinion, but ive decided to post it in hear. Why in the journal? Because i cant get it to upload as a deviation, thats why.

Keep in mind its in an alternate world thing

Loud, buzzing, static. A clear indication that it was morning, i should drag my sorry ass out of bed.
"Uggh..."
The sun peaked through the window, and warmed the part of me and the bed that it hit. Reluctently getting up, i stood next to the window and stretched. The snow fell from the gutter above the window, and the trace hints that we had a heav snow fall the night before was all too obvious. My bike was nothing but a pile of white snow. I would be lucky if the fuel intake wasnt completely frozen, luckier still if it even had fuel.
I shifted zombie like from my room to the kitchen, managing to somehow pour a cup of coffee, with at least most of it being choclate drink mixture. A sudden knocking on my door was all it took for me to jump, spill the coffee mid-sip, and scold myself on the hot water that spewd from the mug.
"Agh! Jesus...Fucking hell that burns!" I moaned in agony as the coffee made its way down my legs. "Fuck..Fucking ow..." I grabbed the nearby towel from shower the night before and dried it off as fast as i could, the knocking on the door came again.

Managing to get at least my jeans on and my crimpled black button shirt, i pulled the door slightly open and peered through the crack.
"Sooo...You gonna let me in?" A dark haired girl on the opposite side, her eyes were brown with a hint of gold, lips as red as the new burns i had aquired, and a smile that im pretty sure would stop traffic. It was Stasia.

I opened my door, letting her in and wondering why she was here so early...It was early, wasnt it? Had i slept in all afternoon? A quick glance on my wall clock above the T.v proved not. It was 9:22am. "Your early...Wasnt really expecting you untill after 12..."
Stasia poked her tongue at me, and sat on my sofa. "Well i can leave you know, ya big meany."

"I didnt say that now, did i?"
"No, but i can read you, Morgan."
"Well, no. I dont want you to leave, i just wasnt expecting you hear so soon, thats all...Im hardly decent..."
"Then go get changed! Geez!" She was smiling, laughing at my misfortune of unreadiness. "...Did you sleep well? You said you've been having more nightmares of late..."
Part of me had hoped she had forgotten about that... "Yeah...'ad a few of 'em last night." I dissapeared into the bathroom, to get my shirt from yesterday, still clean. "Same thing each time though."

"The fire?" She called out as i shifted back into the bedroom to get boxers on under my jeans and my socks and boots.

"Yeah. Fire, war, gunshots...Ya know, the same thing all totally sane people dream about." I slipped my jeans over back on over the boxers, and walked back out as i did my belt up. She shook her head at me, and slipped her jacket off, revealing her black shirt with the red trim adorning the front. I loved that damn shirt. "Your not crazy. Your just having a reoccuring nightmare, Ads. I know you dont know why you keep having it...But maybe the reason is..an emotional issue?" She hit the nail on the head, and i knew it. She was right. Stasia was always right.
"Emotional...like what? All of it sounds more like repressed war memories to me. I wasnt in the army long enough to have those kinda nightmares, darl'." Back in the kitchen again, i dropped 2 peices of bread into the toaster. "If its emotional, then holy shit, i have some series effin' issues then ay?"

Shaking her head again and smiling, she simply stood up and lent on the bar top counter of my kitchen. It was the only thing that seperated it from the living room. "No, no... Violent dreams in relation to emotions...somethings eating you up from inside, Ads, and its hurting you to hide it. Do you know what it could be..?"

I knew what it was. Telling her that was going to be something... A little harder.
"It could be anything...Are you angry at someone?"
Myself...
"Are you scared of anything?"
<i<Rejection and failure...
"...do..do you love someone?"

I wasnt sure why i froze at the last part. Maybe it was because, once again, she had not only hit the nail, she had bolted over it as well.

"...yes"

She seemed surprised at first, before gently rubbing her arm. Her cheeks were a little flushed. "With who...?..Do..i know them?"

"...yeah"

She turned and looked at the window nearby on the wall. I always thought it was good to have a window in the kitchen, because it helps keep you thinking when you cook.

"W-well...im your best friend...You gonna tell me?" She was now standing, and moving towards the kitchen where i was. Her face still red. It occured to me in that minute that the front door was right next to the kitchen. I didnt know why i thought she might run outside, maybe it was the way this day had started. I had been less than myself today...

"...I guess...if you really wanna know..." I shouldnt have said it like that...Too hesitant. "Oh...well...y-you dont have to if you dont want to, Ady.." She didnt always call me that, but i always felt happy when she did. She was the only one to ever call me that, and the only one who really could. The tone in her voice was almost sad when she said it though...

Sucking in a lung full of air, I turned to her. I pushed one hand through my thick, probably too long hair, before standing in front of her and placing my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me, curiously, and i instinctivly pulled her closer to me, her chest against mine and looked her in the eyes.

"Its you." I said it clear and without hesitation. "Im in love with you, Stasia."


Wellp. Enjoy. I wrote this yesterday out of a bit of boredom, and i was trying to write a scene for a comic involving Angel and Leon...aaaaand got this instead O.o. Not complaining, i actually like it. Again, i cant write to save a deer, so take it easy on me. But by all means, tell me what you think!

Ads out

Well, these last few days have been, well, just that. The last. I still have one last thing to do before i hit Des Moines(FINALLY)but albiet, this is the end.

And by God does that feel good to say.

We have moved the RV into Ottumwa, which will be its final resting spot. From here, we're getting a car, a small one, that we will use to drive the 2 or so hours to Des Moines, where the car will be dropped off at the airport, but before that, i will be dropped off and settled before Kent and Kitty make there way back to Australia. If anything happens that involves me getting kept behind somewhere, Kent has already arranged to make sure that no matter what, i will be just fine.

I have a few other things that need to be arranged. But id feel a lot more comfortable dealing with those once im settled. Kitty has managed a few photos off her phone in the past few days, and we're trying to find a way to get them transfered to pc without effing them up big time. Its been...awkward, to say the least O.o.

And it has to be said.
This country is awesom
Ok, all the bullshit that ive had to endure aside?(not Americas fault) This place is great. It could be the fact that im a country boy, and im moving to a country state, but i really like it. Most people ive met are friendly (one or 2 douche bags aside..ok theres been a lot, but nice outwieghs the bad.) The Corn here kicks epic amounts of ass, and while not as layed back as Australians? The feeling is pretty relaxed. Also, WALMART Mother Fucking Walmart man. All i had heard was true. The place is awesome. I honestly cant wait to spend Christmas with Stasia and the gang. I was in Canada for christmas last year, so spending it with honest to God friends and family will be wonderful.

After all, what i learnt about my parents recently? It will be nice to be with people who are all connected in someway. To be able to feel real love in the air. I dont think ive really ever felt that.

Well, lets all pray that the next journal entry that i make says in big letters "IM HOME".

Rock on, gang.
Cptn Ads

"And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said"

The government, believe it or not, are actually coming through for me. Thier sending the needed info in 2 parts. I got the first part a few hours and an internet connection loss ago. (it goes down more than a scuba diver in the fishing season) Regardless, i have part 2 of it. Waiting on part 2 isnt meant to take anymore than 24-48 hours, simply because of the amount of signatures it needs.

And thank you to everyone whos supported me, trusted me...and believed me through out all this. Its a tale i want to forget, but its also a tale worth telling. So i hopefully will just update a dozen new episodes of "Luck like Mine" which, if my timing is right, will go up to the second chapter, "Out of the sushi, into the maple?" Saga.

And i have to thank people for the response im getting with "Shes the one..."![link] I really do appreciate it. And im sure that Stasia does too. Its a hard thing to admit for a lot of people about thier feelings about someone, but for me, its easy. I know Stasia is the One. She is the most wonderful, most beautiful, caring gorgeous person i have ever met. Just hearing her voice makes me float to the roof in happiness. Her smile lights up my heart, and her eyes..Good lord her eyes are so beautiful...Im ranting now, but i cant help it. I could honestly go on and on and on about her. But instead, im going to spare you people that, and just say...I cant help it. I love her.

Its been a long road, but its time for it to end, and its time to go home. Ive missed a lot, but i can make up for it. And i will. And i cant wait to do so.

Peace to all, and stay safe everyone! Ahh, Des Moines. If only you knew what you were in for
XD

~~~Adam~~~Sore ga, ai deshou-I guess thats love <3

Well, i dont know how this happend, but when kitty was using the RV's onboard oven to cook up some of the pasta that we've been saving for a special occasion. Said special occasion is me getting the letter from australia that ive been waiting for. We got it earlier, about an hour ago. So we started cooking. Kent and I sat outside and had a pretty good convo. Kitty suddenly yells out "The ovens on fire!". Kent and i rushed in and he grabbed the nearby fire extinguisher(cant spell it, for the bloody life of me) i pulled kitty back and as i did so, the fire flared up, and it caught my left arm. It set me on fire i got it out quickly with kents help, and it didnt do any series damage, but my forarm lost a fair bit of skin, and stings something awful. Great, right? I get the news that ive waited for, all this time, the news that i can go home, and what happens? I SET MY FUGGING ARM ON FIRE. FIRE Ill be fine, but shit me, i cant get a fucking break can i? So Stasia? I apologise for my arm looking somwhat nasty. Ill bandage it up so you dont have to see it when i get home.
So yes. WHAT AN EVENTFULL DAY THIS HAS BEEN. Arg.

The pasta's fine by the way. It survived. Barely, but it did. Kitty is finishing off with kents help, and im sitting here like an idiot with a scorched arm, typing this.

I only hope that when i get home, that i can show people all this proof of my shitty luck and all the paper work...and people will understand what ive been through. I hate the reality of how all this has gone down, i really do. Its putting me and Stasia and jepordy and for that, ill never forgive all the people who have got in my way. The government deserves the largest, hardest slap in the face that can ever be adminsterd. But i wont always say its thier fault. If it wasnt for me boarding that damn flight, than maybe this would never have happend. all i had to do was wait around 24 hours at an airport. In retrospect? Should have waited. I was impatient.


Well people, thats all from me at the moment. I do have a comic to post, but maybe...maybe ill wait till im in Des Moines...

Glad to know that its ending...
and glad to be able to finally put the past behind me...
and finally know what its like to be happily in love and acting like an idiot(aka:me) for the one i adore...

Adam