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childhood cartoons
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have you ever asked yourself about the cartoons you watched in your childhood that formed the basis of your life today, how you want to keep the memories alive and if you forget them completely you lose a part of yourself. I remember old memories like:
The Raccoons, Noahs island, Insekors and Oscars Orchestra to name a few, I believe its up to us to ensure that they are never lost to history.
And right now I fear I am losing 2 of such cartoons to history. I know they exist but I can't for the life of me remember their names.
all I remember about both is one is set in an underwater world and the other is set in space.
the underwater one's defining characters were a human/stingray hybrid and a male adult human whose skin changes blue when exposed to water, crazy right, think little mermaid meets johnny quest fusion if that helps.
the space ones defining characters are an old captain with an eye on his nose and a knight looking character who likes to vacuum the place. there is also an antagonist minion who looks like an alien bat.
I wish I knew the names of these to at least preserve them.
do you share my love of our childhood cartoon memories of the 1990s? (that was when I last saw both of them)
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A dream of beginnings
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I have a dream, a dream to create amazing game ideas and get them shown for the whole world to see and enjoy.
It would be an uphill struggle but it is a challenge to overcome, even more so on account of my autistic spectrum.
A fair few people don't think I can do it, but that just gave me more reasons to keep trying to provide the next generation of good game ideas.
A successful game idea is more that just a game that will get to see the light of day and be played by gamers around the world, it is a victory.
And for me victory has a double meaning.
My name is Sean Teggert and this is how my story begins.
It would be an uphill struggle but it is a challenge to overcome, even more so on account of my autistic spectrum.
A fair few people don't think I can do it, but that just gave me more reasons to keep trying to provide the next generation of good game ideas.
A successful game idea is more that just a game that will get to see the light of day and be played by gamers around the world, it is a victory.
And for me victory has a double meaning.
My name is Sean Teggert and this is how my story begins.
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new change bad change. to DA webpages
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CALLING ALL DEVIANTS CALLING ALL DEVIANTS THE WEBPAGES TO ALL OUR ARTWORK IS NO LONGER SEPARATED INTO PAGES AND IS NOW ONE WHOLE COLUMN WHICH MAKES FINDING CERTAIN STORIES OR ART HARDER TO FIND.
IF YOU HATE THIS CHANGE AS MUCH AS I DO LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD ACROSS ALL OF DEVIANTART.
ARTISTS AND WRITERS OF THE WORLD... UNITE
IF YOU HATE THIS CHANGE AS MUCH AS I DO LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD ACROSS ALL OF DEVIANTART.
ARTISTS AND WRITERS OF THE WORLD... UNITE
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Committed despite setbacks.
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I know many months have passed since my last chapter, but I have been set back thanks to busy schedules.
But know this. I am still committed to writing and finishing my story, and I don't care if it takes me til 2020 to finish.
and I will get it finished one way or another.
That is my promise to you readers.
I swear on the River Styx (A very binding promise)
But know this. I am still committed to writing and finishing my story, and I don't care if it takes me til 2020 to finish.
and I will get it finished one way or another.
That is my promise to you readers.
I swear on the River Styx (A very binding promise)
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Prologue: a new dawn, and a new world
I have been running, running for two years from the law and from the past I once knew, trying to find a place where I belong. If its anywhere its not here. But I have to escape, I must find a way out.
My name is Sean and this is my story and what began as a simple wish upon a star changed my life forever.
My life was not always a living nightmare. I had a loving Mom and a caring Dad and went to school like most people but when I was thirteen my life started taking turns for the worst. My Mother simply disappeared when I was thirteen and I have not heard of her since, nor do I know what became of her. Dad did not take it so well. He began drinking, grew short tempered and even had the odd fit of rage.
When I was fifteen I decided running away from my abusive Dad and heading north to Newcastle before be starts getting really violent was a good idea. I don't know weather I would have been better off back home in London where a roof over my head is certain as well as three sure meals a day as well as a warm bed. Can't go back now not after all I've done. Besides it was the lesser of two evils. At least running away I have a chance to live, have a life and if nothing else freedom.
On the night I left I took one last look in a mirror, believing it would be the last time I see my own face, body and life. my 6ft tall height, scrawny body, hazel blue eyes and my cropped brown hair that covered the back of my neck and ears. mom once joked that I look like Harry Potter without the glasses. I took some essentials like my thick black winter coat for the cold winter nights, my street bike in order to get around, food and water and a few memories to hold on to.When I was all set I put my hood up and cycled into a London night.
After nearly two years in Newcastle South Shields coast, finding food and water had become increasingly difficult. By nightfall I had just one apple and a quarter full bottle of water left as well as my three memories that have kept me going.
The first of my three treasured possessions was a flute since I enjoy playing music and playing to my own tune. My flute allowed me to be a busker which are those who play music on the street for loose change of other people. that flute has not only kept me alive but allowed me to avoid resorting to thievery.
Second one was one of my Disney DVDs which I liked as a young boy and even now gives me hope and to keep wishing for a brighter future. The film is called "The Little Mermaid II Return To The Sea." Okay, so I had a thing for mermaids but can you blame me? They maybe part of a beautiful underwater world that many humans can imagine but few can see with their own eyes, not to mention that they have whole oceans to explore as well as freedom and adventure that I can only dream of. But the real reason I have it with me is because of the dark haired girl on the front cover: Melody.
What was not to like about her? Her ocean blue eyes, her adventurous spirit and like me, she loves being a part of the sea. After all, I lived on the coast for ten years of my life. But there's one obvious problem and that problem is that I'm from one world and she's in another and in a film no less, it is frustrating. Now I know what it felt like for authors like Rick Riordan and J.K Rowling, the way they write their books they probably wished they were a part of their stories rather than stuck in reality.
My third and most precious memory was on my neck and currently in my hands, a silver necklace with three rings linked to each other like a circular triangle. It was a birthday present from my mother when I was twelve and it was the only thing I have left to remember her by. On the back of my necklace is my own name. my mom called me Sean because of her love of the Ocean and my name had sea in the name.
Inside each ring was a picture. I opened up the top one and in it was my ten year old self if I was a Disney character, my Mom knew how much I loved Disney films so using a little computer magic, help and the right tools, she made a Disney character of myself in this picture. I then opened up the bottom left one and saw my Mom getting the Disney treatment, smiling back at me with her long blonde hair and her hazel blue eyes who I inherited from her. I keep hoping by some miracle that I run into her and be back to my happy, cheerful self. And finally in the bottom right ring of my talisman was Melody with her blue eyes piecing into my heart and soul.
I looked up to the moon lit beach and ocean wondering if could find my freedom and not be a prisoner to my own past. I looked up to the starry sky and saw a rare wonder of the skies: a shooting star. If you believe the stories if you wish upon a shooting star it would come true. Whether I believed they came true or not I decided why not, after all they say when you hit bottom the only place left to go is up, so I closed my eyes and whispered my wish "I wish to be a part of her world, part of a world where many adventures await above and beneath the sea in the film I love as a child, I wish to be part of their world".
I couldn't help but smile at that last line because in a way that is what Ariel, Melody's mermaid mom had said a few days before her wish came true. But before I could close my eyes in sleep my eyes woke up to the sound of a distant roar. I've been near oceans and airports long enough to know that this did not come from waves or jet planes but it did sound like it was coming from the sky. Looking up again I saw another shooting star but this one did not speed across the sky like the last one it took sharp u-turns as if trying to draw an oval. That could not be possible shooting stars did not do that, then it stopped circling and slowly but surely it was growing in size and becoming louder and louder it was then I realized it was not getting bigger... it was getting closer.
Instinct took control and said something to me and it said "run or be killed", I scrambled across the loose sand to grab my bag and bike and cycled like I've never cycled before in the hope to escape this mysterious light. Cycling though the night I saw it gaining ground on me. Hoping it will go straight on I took a sharp turn left, but that light took the same left turn and when it was not interested in other late night bystanders I realized that I was its target. Never have I been more scared in my life trying to get away from a mysterious object that for all I know wants to kill or capture me, either way I did not want to find out what happens.
but my luck ran out when I took a right turn into an alleyway and came to a dead end and into to a steel link fence, I tried the doors on each side but they would not open, looking back across the alleyway the light appeared around the corner and homed in on me. Backed into the steel linked fence I could not help but yell one last scream as the blinding light engulfed me.
I have been running, running for two years from the law and from the past I once knew, trying to find a place where I belong. If its anywhere its not here. But I have to escape, I must find a way out.
My name is Sean and this is my story and what began as a simple wish upon a star changed my life forever.
My life was not always a living nightmare. I had a loving Mom and a caring Dad and went to school like most people but when I was thirteen my life started taking turns for the worst. My Mother simply disappeared when I was thirteen and I have not heard of her since, nor do I know what became of her. Dad did not take it so well. He began drinking, grew short tempered and even had the odd fit of rage.
When I was fifteen I decided running away from my abusive Dad and heading north to Newcastle before be starts getting really violent was a good idea. I don't know weather I would have been better off back home in London where a roof over my head is certain as well as three sure meals a day as well as a warm bed. Can't go back now not after all I've done. Besides it was the lesser of two evils. At least running away I have a chance to live, have a life and if nothing else freedom.
On the night I left I took one last look in a mirror, believing it would be the last time I see my own face, body and life. my 6ft tall height, scrawny body, hazel blue eyes and my cropped brown hair that covered the back of my neck and ears. mom once joked that I look like Harry Potter without the glasses. I took some essentials like my thick black winter coat for the cold winter nights, my street bike in order to get around, food and water and a few memories to hold on to.When I was all set I put my hood up and cycled into a London night.
After nearly two years in Newcastle South Shields coast, finding food and water had become increasingly difficult. By nightfall I had just one apple and a quarter full bottle of water left as well as my three memories that have kept me going.
The first of my three treasured possessions was a flute since I enjoy playing music and playing to my own tune. My flute allowed me to be a busker which are those who play music on the street for loose change of other people. that flute has not only kept me alive but allowed me to avoid resorting to thievery.
Second one was one of my Disney DVDs which I liked as a young boy and even now gives me hope and to keep wishing for a brighter future. The film is called "The Little Mermaid II Return To The Sea." Okay, so I had a thing for mermaids but can you blame me? They maybe part of a beautiful underwater world that many humans can imagine but few can see with their own eyes, not to mention that they have whole oceans to explore as well as freedom and adventure that I can only dream of. But the real reason I have it with me is because of the dark haired girl on the front cover: Melody.
What was not to like about her? Her ocean blue eyes, her adventurous spirit and like me, she loves being a part of the sea. After all, I lived on the coast for ten years of my life. But there's one obvious problem and that problem is that I'm from one world and she's in another and in a film no less, it is frustrating. Now I know what it felt like for authors like Rick Riordan and J.K Rowling, the way they write their books they probably wished they were a part of their stories rather than stuck in reality.
My third and most precious memory was on my neck and currently in my hands, a silver necklace with three rings linked to each other like a circular triangle. It was a birthday present from my mother when I was twelve and it was the only thing I have left to remember her by. On the back of my necklace is my own name. my mom called me Sean because of her love of the Ocean and my name had sea in the name.
Inside each ring was a picture. I opened up the top one and in it was my ten year old self if I was a Disney character, my Mom knew how much I loved Disney films so using a little computer magic, help and the right tools, she made a Disney character of myself in this picture. I then opened up the bottom left one and saw my Mom getting the Disney treatment, smiling back at me with her long blonde hair and her hazel blue eyes who I inherited from her. I keep hoping by some miracle that I run into her and be back to my happy, cheerful self. And finally in the bottom right ring of my talisman was Melody with her blue eyes piecing into my heart and soul.
I looked up to the moon lit beach and ocean wondering if could find my freedom and not be a prisoner to my own past. I looked up to the starry sky and saw a rare wonder of the skies: a shooting star. If you believe the stories if you wish upon a shooting star it would come true. Whether I believed they came true or not I decided why not, after all they say when you hit bottom the only place left to go is up, so I closed my eyes and whispered my wish "I wish to be a part of her world, part of a world where many adventures await above and beneath the sea in the film I love as a child, I wish to be part of their world".
I couldn't help but smile at that last line because in a way that is what Ariel, Melody's mermaid mom had said a few days before her wish came true. But before I could close my eyes in sleep my eyes woke up to the sound of a distant roar. I've been near oceans and airports long enough to know that this did not come from waves or jet planes but it did sound like it was coming from the sky. Looking up again I saw another shooting star but this one did not speed across the sky like the last one it took sharp u-turns as if trying to draw an oval. That could not be possible shooting stars did not do that, then it stopped circling and slowly but surely it was growing in size and becoming louder and louder it was then I realized it was not getting bigger... it was getting closer.
Instinct took control and said something to me and it said "run or be killed", I scrambled across the loose sand to grab my bag and bike and cycled like I've never cycled before in the hope to escape this mysterious light. Cycling though the night I saw it gaining ground on me. Hoping it will go straight on I took a sharp turn left, but that light took the same left turn and when it was not interested in other late night bystanders I realized that I was its target. Never have I been more scared in my life trying to get away from a mysterious object that for all I know wants to kill or capture me, either way I did not want to find out what happens.
but my luck ran out when I took a right turn into an alleyway and came to a dead end and into to a steel link fence, I tried the doors on each side but they would not open, looking back across the alleyway the light appeared around the corner and homed in on me. Backed into the steel linked fence I could not help but yell one last scream as the blinding light engulfed me.
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