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ABOUT ME AND THIS COMIC

Hello, I'm Sheepster! ^^ I'm a 20 year old artist and two years ago I started working on this project. I was still in school, where I was having a below average time (quite terrible sometimes), and whenever I needed an escape, my imagination never dissapointed. It's so much fun to live inside your head and tell yourself stories, I never really understood why most people never developed the habit.
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Till I realized just consuming it is. Besides the fun parts, of indulging in cool worlds and people and things without ever having to put yourself out there, it really started warping reality. Accomplishments start to lose meaning when the imaginary version of success feels so much safer and uncomplicated. Going out feels a lot more exposing when you remember that the perfect version of yourself you spend all your time dreaming about isn't who you really are. And as much as you wished that you were living the life of someone that doesn't even exist, you know that you aren't made for it. The realization that I'd prefer never doing anything in life and simply PRETENDING that I've done it all over giving myself something to be proud of is alarming enough for me to get out of my bed. I lack confidence in a lot of my abilities, but i always felt comfortable drawing. So my silly little stories should be the least i could try to create.
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After finishing school, that was really when I started drawing and seriously planning the comic. I had a lot of feelings about the world and shit, and the whole story is oozing with these emotions. While I suck at organizing, I love scripting and developing characters, and after hour long daydreams and frantic scribbles I finally got the basic plot down. It was pretty beautiful, with all the small comics and passion projects I have started in the past, never have I witnessed plot lines and holes align and close as nicely as with this story. There are so many things I can't wait to introduce. But I must control myself. Motivation like that is crucial for wether or not this will be abandoned. Which would suck, because it's so very important for me to get this down. To stick with it and having somewhat of an accomplishment that I am proud of. Even though I'd rather die than show someone I know these pages, it would be incredible to have something real out there. Not in my head, but actually out there, where anyone can find it.
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One time while I was drunk, I told my best friend about it and pretty much explained the whole plot to her, like a madman. I think the last time she saw me like that was when she watched the fanf movie with me. But she was super supportive and encouraging, and with a witness to my plan on finishing the whole comic, I was pretty much bound to my commitment (She's also the person who made the music for the page. She's a great friend. I wish I could show her the website but I'm still too ashamed. I'm glad she's an understanding person)