Guys, I'm right here.
I just got sick, badly sick. And that's all.
For the past few months, I have been delivering and I am openly communicating with you all again. Please.
I even gathered some strength to sit down today and render you a christmas special gift, I'm only waiting for Daz to work its slow magic.
You're here. You see me here, you have proof that I'm back on the project (even if I'm yet to return to the main game), and I'm trying to keep it honest.
Come on now. You cut me a slack and maybe you'll find me even more excited to continue and deliver.
Instead I'm here, lungs sore, coughing my soul away, trembling hands, shaky knees, trying not to bother with all these "supportive" comments I get from you every time I fail to meet my own expectations.
I failed you before, I'm trying my best to make things right the second time. But I am still human and rendering and coding take time.
Please.
I just got sick, badly sick. And that's all.
For the past few months, I have been delivering and I am openly communicating with you all again. Please.
I even gathered some strength to sit down today and render you a christmas special gift, I'm only waiting for Daz to work its slow magic.
You're here. You see me here, you have proof that I'm back on the project (even if I'm yet to return to the main game), and I'm trying to keep it honest.
Come on now. You cut me a slack and maybe you'll find me even more excited to continue and deliver.
Instead I'm here, lungs sore, coughing my soul away, trembling hands, shaky knees, trying not to bother with all these "supportive" comments I get from you every time I fail to meet my own expectations.
I failed you before, I'm trying my best to make things right the second time. But I am still human and rendering and coding take time.
Please.