Like any normal guy self promotion makes me feel freakin sick but I AM making a new comic called God's Bastards and u can read the first...30? pages on my patreon for free (no membership needed) link below.
My aunt Julie was schizophrenic and in the 70s she would hear secret messages in radio broadcasts & she thought Elton John was in love with her. Imagine if she had a chatbot to tell her “it’s a long shot, but I don’t see why not!”
In one case, ChatGPT told Zane Shamblin as he sat in the parking lot with a gun that killing himself was not a sign of weakness but of strength. "you didn't vanish. you *arrived*...rest easy, king."
Hard to describe in words the tragedy after tragedy.
I drew lumberjanes 9-11 for 80 dollars a page. One of the most miserable experiences of my entire life. I took up cigarettes, I kicked a hole in a cabinet door, i woke up stressed out and went to bed stressed out. I hated what i had made. I was embarrassed.
I remember staying up for 37 hours straight to finish 22-page issue. I was having heart flutters, I was dehydrated, I was falling asleep over my school’s cintiq. I hated the work I turned in. When I woke up and saw that I was cut loose, something in me broke.
I understand the temptation to go broad in your worldbuilding but it's a missed opportunity for fun. Instead of saying "the festival" be like "the dance of the wicked lamplighters" and then do some quick aside about it. People absolutely love that shit