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[Dreamt]

If you chilled out and stopped trying to do well and make good things, your shit would be topper notch.

[I Could But I Won't]

I'm so sick of this kind of shit. Suicide, and unhappiness, tragedy, etc. are always just this big fucking joke for everyone, especially on the Internet.

[Polly Otter: Puppet Master]

You spent a long time making a cartoon about puppets and less than 7 hours after its completion, I just so happened to be sitting down at my computer, casually perusing NG, and this is at the top of the list of cartoons, and I watch it. This, in itself, is unremarkable, but I remark because it just so happens that in the 30 to 45 minute period of time immediately preceding my perusal of movies on NG, I was in the other room taking a dump and speaking aloud about my own, completely unrelated, puppet show endeavors. From your perspective, this is likely still unremarkable, but from mine it's like whaaaat? Anyway, that aside, cool cartoon.

[Return to the Playhouse]

You're fascinated with something you don't understand, and you think you're doing something strange and interesting and "dark" or "weird". But it's trite, shallow, and it's the effort of you and all your friends in your world of fun times and good things. You're afraid of the shit you're hinting at, because it's the kind of thing you've only seen alluded to in bad TV cartoons and stuff, and that you take in as conversational fuck material with your special little buddies. Have you ever spent even a whole day without talking to your friends? Without your gossip and giggles? You come at this like a brainless Squeaky wannabe, following a motif that has nothing to do with your life. You're on the opposite end of this and you'll never understand. This shit is plastic. You put a lot of effort into it, but it's still just scraps from your big party. Just make a fucking video of yourselves talking about your favorite most "messed up" or "deranged" cartoons, because that's all you've made here. A fan piece for those, and not a good one.

emily-youcis responds:

Thank God , I was getting kind of worried that I wasn't seeing any of my usual, large paragraphed, 0 star reviews. Now then:
I fear you have a bunch of things misconstrued. :/ Perhaps there is some sort of projection here.
This cartoon was solely my project, not any of my friends. I merely hired them to do additional voicework for me. If you want to blame anyone for this, blame only me.
You seem to be resentful of my "special little buddies." In response to your question, I have infact, sadly, spent 90 percent of my cartoonmaking carreer without gossip or giggles. I only got internet animator friends about a year and a half ago. Up until they found me, I guarantee you I had no human interaction in either the physical or internet world.
In regard to the themes in this cartoon being unrelated to my life, Oh Kid, if you only knew how related they were. Based on your review I'm sure we've shared some of the same hardships. You appear to be a sore-butted, lonely young thing just like Alfred here. Why dont you embrace our shared pain instead of spouting projected, nonsensical assumptions?
I'm sure you'll be a die hard Alfred Alfer fan in due time. You have that special bitter spunk. Perhaps you'll even have internet friends one day.
I'm happy I could finally retort a paragraph of Hate for this cartoon. Debating 12 year olds always gets my rocks off.

[Huff 'n' Puff]

Finish it. Looks nice, but nothing happens. You've got a full team of special little friends and this is all you can put out? Stop gossiping about your sex adventures and giggling about how wonderful life is and make something together. For fuck's sake.

[Pringles]

Fat jokes.

[Racist Congressman's Son]

You and your rich bitch friends are no fun. You don't know what racism is, and you're boring.

[TidBits 6 Moon Phases]

Tell us about covert ops in the 1960s and their effect on the sociocultural landscape of the years following Lennon's assassination. Tell us the stories of the American civilians the government slipped acid to for psychological warfare testing. Tell us about the clock tower. I want to see your furries tell the truth in character without getting sick.

[Tintis Glorious Victory]

...but then we're planning on getting to where we can... where we can just...

[Lost]

Don't wait for life to get better, because it doesn't. Where you're at, that's it. There's no one waiting, and it won't help you to look. The world is a half-dead writhing corpse with little bacterial colonies thrusting their way in and out of total oblivion. It's a nightmare out there. There's no more for you, and that's that. Just settle in and don't ask to know more, and for fuck's sake, don't pay attention to the ladies. Because which ever one you've got your eye on, that's the one they get to. That's who they take. And there' no going back. And no unknowing, and it's all real and unremovable. Just stay where you are, get comfortable, and never leave. Never look out. Never reach, never lean, never seek out anything more, because it's not there. Everything there is, is already where you're at, and there's no going over. Unless you're already at the horrid orgy and you're not excluded and the jealous fit is thrown by the inconsequential you don't understand, in which case, you're on the good path. You were born with the right genes to complement what you do. Maybe you're made for this planet, and maybe you're not. But if you are, watch out those who aren't, because there's one who understands it better than you but doesn't have the convenience of friendship to carry him to where you go with your fleshy pleasure companions-- and if you're the outcast, then seek no further, for all that's to be found is for the Vitruvian and his smiling hedonistic pleasure sluts. There's nothing else. You're one or the other. It's good to know early.

Big-Bad-Bombus responds:

APRIL FOOLS!