MOC pages alive! / "MOC pages" ativa!

So, yesterday I found my long-lost account on "MOC pages", and realized I have photos of many Lego Star Wars creations, but none were there! So, slowly I'll put them there. Lookie! http://www.mocpages.com/home.php/46249

YouTube Monologues: furries / sem versão em português

So, it's been a long time, huh? Anyway, Chapter 2 of the story is going great but slow. And this is the beta version of the script for a video I'll record and post on youtube. enjoy!
HERE IT IS! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GAm8mbrDDI some scenes were cut, so I'll do another video with these + fails + more.

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Hi there, I’m Paul Hasyn – which is not my real name, just the one I use online – and this is my monologue on furries. Para meus colegas brasileiros, vocês podem ativar a legenda no “cc”, a com “PT-BR”. Tô com preguiça de refazer tudo em português.

Since I’ve entered the furry fandom, I’ve heard and seen some things about the “fursecution”, and ended up watching the videos about it here on YouTube. It must be very confusing for the people who are unaware to know which side is saying the truth, right? Then I tell you both of them are saying truth and lies mixed together: the trolls or whatever (actually haters) stress out the bad, pervert, scummy side of the fandom, without mentioning there is another side, just to condemn the whole thing; the furries says it’s all a lie, stress out the good side and hide there is a bad side too. So, from what I’ve seen in the two or three years inside it, I will try to make a balanced analysis, 50/50, of the both sides of the fandom. Remember: I will say only from what I’ve seen, feel free to complement it with your own experiences in the comments. This speech is merely informative, and often bundled with my opinion of the mentioned subjects.

Alright, to begin with, if by any chance any of you watchers is unsure of what is a furry, I will give you a heads-up: going from the simplest meaning to the bigger one, of nowadays. The most basic meaning is “animals with human characteristics”. Yes, indeed, kids cartoons. From just talkative animals, to standing up and acting like a human. But if it was all about it, there wouldn’t be nearly as many people in it, people like me, who doesn’t like these cartoons at all. Then we go to the most used nowadays, which represents most of the fandom, I think: “half animal, half human” beings. Basically a person with fur, tail, claws, snout, etc. And it leads to another key point on the fandom: the fursonas. I bet 99.9% of furries have a fursona, it’s like a must in the fandom. What is it? A furry to represent you; you create a furry to be you in the fandom, an alternate self. There is no limitations for it, so people put in their ‘sonas some crazy things, like glowing fur, hybrids of different species, fantastic animals (dragons are very common) and much more. It must be a hell of a self-discovering therapy, to find an animal who fits your personality perfectly. (It was for me: mine is of a domestic cat, and I worked on it for a year) But then, what do you do with it? Many things, depending on the section you go to. There’s the fursuiters, people who dress up as their fursonas (I personally don’t want to be in their midst ever, they look like giant plushies), there’s the writers, who do stories with furries as the characters (it’s… interesting, to say the least), and the artists, who draw these characters, sometimes in comics (the best part for me). Oh, and also a subdivision to each one of these: the ones who do it and the ones who consume it. The thing that bonds all of these parts is simply the concept of furry, and each part respect the others. Even though I dislike the suiters, I don’t get in their way: it was their choice to do it, it’s their right and their problem.

Till now, it sounds pretty nice, huh? But then, all of these sections have a specific “rule 34” for them. You know the drill, “if it exists, there’s porn with it”. It’s called “yiff” in the fandom, which means simply ‘sex’. I’ve heard of “Young Incredibly Fuckable Furry”, but that’s just a bend of the original, and not used much in the fandom. So, when you see this word, just translate to ‘sex’ or ‘porn’. The pervy fursuiters do sex or even orgies in their suits, but I know this from rumors only. It’s quite rare to find pervy fursuiters, they are usually quite naïve and childish. For the artists, they are sexual fantasies drawn or just showing off their fursonas naked. For the writers, there are the porn stories, which are almost like the ones from outside, just with the obvious difference of bodies, and with fetishes. Ugh, this is the worst part of it all, the fetishes, euch. Avoid it at all costs! They are sexual acts that are forbidden in real life, or just incredibly weird and disgusting. Furry pervs have ‘em, and they are the worst part of the fandom. They show up in the most extreme kinds of yiffy art, in yiff stories, and in pervy chats. That’s my hint to you all, if you wish to avoid most or all weirdness of the fandom, avoid the yiff, or at least the fetishes. There is some light yiff, which are like artistic nude or just sensual stories, but it’s impossible to go through these without bumping occasionally into the extreme ones. Oh, and about bestiality?  Never seen sure evidence of it in the fandom. There must be, from all these pervs, but it’s very unlikely to find it in the fandom, for instance I never did. Most furries love animals, but in a clean way. Few go all the way to freakiness in this matter.

Now, to the conventions. I’ve never been to one, but I’ve seen photos and people talking about them, and from what I’ve gathered, they’re just like any other from other groups. Incredibly similar to the anime ones, which I’ve been in real life. There they just chat, play, dance, party… the artists trade art with each other, there’s commissions done right there in front of the commissioner, there’s the fursuiters dancing with their suits on, and many other stuff. I’ve heard haters mentioning there’s orgies in fursuits at the cons, and I find it very unlikely. The ones who do that, do it privetly, not in public! And think about it: if it really happened, the cons would be forbidden by the law already!  But who am I to confirm this, I’ve never been there! I just hope the dark side isn’t that strong…

Now to another key point of the common hate on furries: the show-offs. Some furries use the excuse of “furry pride” to rub it in everyone’s face that they are furries, finding anyway to insert it everywhere. I remember very well watching a nice funny gmod video (put name in subtitle) which ended with A FURRY. C’mon, there was absolutely no need for that! And something I noticed is that most of these show-offs are either fags or kids. Another detail of this fandom: you have to be tolerant to gays, because they’re all over it. Really. I have heard that there are still more straight people than homos in it, and there is an illusion of it being the opposite, but I seriously doubt it, from experience. The fandom is more tolerant than similar ones, which are strict on the kind of people they accept and their people rival with each other, insult each other constantly. On this fandom, people usually respect each other, and few do act this wildly. Because of this tolerance, the weak come looking for shelter, the fags and emos and all. I don’t find this a problem, but I gotta admit it annoys me sometimes that most of the furries I meet are fags, and mainly when they start acting like if it’s cooler to be gay and shit – what the hell, man?? At first I felt sorry for them, for being helplessly attracted to the same sex, but this is way over the line, almost disrespect to straight people. Also, a friend of mine, who was in the fandom longer than me, told me how all furries were freaks in real life, having different tastes and were socially rejected in childhood for this. Huh.

There’s also another way of extremists in the fandom: the lifestylers. The ones who make being a furry take a great part in their lives, by acting like their fursona would. For instance, the guy not only has a fursona of a wolf, but believes he is actually one trapped in a man’s body, and maintain habits of a real wolf, like howling every night; or if it’s of a cat, to meow while talking and lick him/herself. That’s way too much, don’t you think? But it’s not that common, most furries know where the fiction ends and reality starts, at least I hope. Like me – I imagine and create a thousand things in my mind, but I know clearly where it ends and where reality begins.

And of course I couldn’t forget the drama! Have I mentioned how most furries are very sensitive? Hell, they can be very dramatic, I even get ashamed for them when I hear or read it! And their main topic: the “fursecution”, the hunt on furries. There is some true in it, but they make it sound so much bigger! They just can’t be furry in front of everybody, because the media hates them and never misses a chance to humiliate them, but that’s all! Huh, I shouldn’t be judging it, for it happens exclusively in the USA and I’m not there. But have any of you heard of attacks or even murder to furries in real life, on the streets, like what happens with gays? Don’t think so! So quit whining and deal with it, it could be a lot worse, as I just mentioned! Do you furries realize most of the people who say things condemning the fandom are actually trolls who don’t have an opinion, they just wanna laugh at your whining? Don’t reply unless they have a point.

So, to sum it up, there’s both a good and a bad side. The bad side can be quite disgusting, but the good side can be quite cool too, and it’s possible to avoid the dark side if you have enough will. And if any of you do wish to know the clean side and never find the other one, just avoid the yiff and related stuff. I have already tried to quit it, and simply cut every bond with this fandom, but I found out it has become a part of me: I am really into the art and the stories and the concept, I do dig it! I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t like it and all, and when I think rationally about it I realize how ridiculous it is, but my feelings say otherwise and I can’t help liking it. However, I appreciate humans too, and scenarios with only furries bother me a little. Another desire of furries: that they were real. I say it would be interesting, but probably wouldn’t work out for many reasons. They would turn out very freaky, unlike what most drawings state.

Anyway, now it’s up to you: state your opinion, experience and etcetera in the comments, I appreciate it! Let’s start the debate! And that means haters are invited too! Go on, I wanna see it flood! Oh, and a bonus *lifts Anubis statue* what I think is the best furry ever created, Anubis! (and one of the first too) *takes it away* Anyway, See ya! 

Furtheid's Shadow: Ch.1 - land of none (eng-US)

COMMENT: decided to post here, since it went out better than I expected it to be. It's very likely that I'll post other Chapters. NOTA: Versão em português ainda indisponível.

Furtheid's Shadow (c) Paulo Vitor O. Moreira

Furtheid’s shadow: Chapter 1 – land of none

In the time I lived, I had a privilege: I lived in the labs. I felt guilty for that. I mean, while many left the complex to fight for space in the human society, I was in that sanctuary, being useless. Actually, this was everything I knew so far: the city of Denkin, or “the labs” – called like that because the city center was a huge lab. Everything else, the outside, I had heard from rumors. What people that came from outside told us was a complete mystery for most of us, all that big and dangerous place. The only humans we knew were the scientists who created us, always willing to help at any moment. It was hard for us to believe what the real mankind was like, the absolute opposite. As soon as some of us went to “their” world, and they learnt about our existence as a consequence, they started loathing us all.

If by some reason you completely forgot about all this, I have to remind you we’re not humans. We have plenty human DNA in us, but mixed with others. Most of us are or Homo canis or Homo felidae, as the scientists denominated us. To the layman, we’re anthro canines or felines, that is: half human, half animal - In my case, I’m a grey striped cat. Although most of our DNA is human, and our senses are more accurate than pure humans, they insist on stressing our inferiority, justifying cruel acts against us. Now you can realize why we found the outside “a dangerous place”. Sadly the truth is, if it wasn’t for the labs, we would be an extinct species already, before we had a chance to become significant.

Because our creators had predicted the danger in such a revolutionary project, they developed it secretly. But eventually they had to open it due to many issues, mainly financial ones. They did it one step at a time: started economically, then politically – when everything began. The world was suspecting of The Labs’ deeds, as it was a hidden city, so they were forced to reveal the project, to prove it wasn’t a threat to the world at all. Governments around the world accepted this project, but only with one condition: to open the city and reveal its citizens. Most countries created programs for the inclusion of this new intelligent species in their society – but they forgot a primordial aspect: the public opinion. Everything was so quick that the humans had a shock, followed by hate and disgust for the furries, as they call us. As you can see, most of these countries failed to do so, generating a civil war worldwide. The furries got lost, so they couldn’t get together to fight for their own space. Some even managed to achieve good status. However, this wasn’t without a constant threat of losing it all, including their own lives by terrorists’ attacks, which became worse as they united in the FURTHEID organization.

Even the ones that stayed in the labs were afraid of all this – those terrorists could get powerful enough to crush the city itself. And they didn’t think twice: they attacked the labs by surprise yesterday. We were lucky they didn’t have atomic bombs. But still it was more than enough to completely destroy it, and kill most citizens – exactly the main objective of the Furtheid.

So, here I am, completely lost, just like the other survivors, filled with rage and sorrow. Why did they have to destroy the only thing we ever had? It was worse than anything we expected from them. If you can hear me, I really miss you, Sarah, how could I let them kill you, just like that? I swear to you all, I’d do virtually anything to get revenge, whatever it takes – for my homeland, my people, and most importantly, you, Sarah. I will never forget you, my love.

We’re lucky that they can’t find us here, in the forest, and that some scientists survived to guide us. God, I don’t even know why I’m talking to myself! Maybe it’s just because I hope you can hear me. I need to believe in that, even though I have no religion. What else would you expect, as the city was run by scientists? Anyway, with all the chaos around here, I may join you soon. Still, I wouldn’t want you to be in danger, either… so I guess it’s for the best.

I wonder where they’re taking us. I sincerely hope it’s away from the battle, that is, Europe. It’s the only part of the world that fully accepted the furries, but only the ones originally sent to them, to avoid (furry) overpopulation. They were always on higher ground, even with the global turnabout they just lost some of the economic leadership, but not status, at all. Hence, loads of furries tried seeking asylum there, and now the borders are very tight. Ugh, why did I even think of that? It’s very unlikely, almost impossible that we would be taken there. But really, nobody had predicted this?! Why had nobody trained us? I know the scientists can’t, but they should have done something about it! Just wish me luck, I will need it.

We’ve been walking for a week, I think, and still no hint of where we are heading. People are getting sick, either from hunger, diseases or exhaustion. Also, people wonder whether the scientists themselves know where they’re heading – it took a while for them to say something about it. They gathered everyone that was still with them to make an announcement: “I’m glad most of you are still with us,” – some people shouted something like ‘cause we’re still alive’ but the scientists ignored it – “…because there’s good news: we’re far enough into the forest for them not to find us, so we can rest tonight!” this remark was followed by mumbling, for the total lack of energy for cheers. So, it’s night, everyone’s asleep, except for people like me – I slept, but just woke up for no reason. I started thinking and enjoying the view around, mainly the people who were awaken.

I was getting very sleepy again when this woman, who was probably taking a pee or something, stepped on something on the way back, which beeped loud enough to be sure it was real. She realized it, even more when a green light turned on, so I got up to warn the scientists. On the way to them, a flare shot from nearby with that typical loud noise, except that instead of just fading out while falling, it just exploded like a bomb, and remained there shining like a fake star. All that sound and light woke everyone up, but the scientists were the only ones actually worried, for everyone else was totally confused to understand what was going on: we’d been found. The people who realized it were almost panicking. So I rushed to the scientists to make a straight question: “what should we do?” they all talked without coming to a consensus, till I asked a better question: “where were we going? I need to know” – one of them answered “to the nearby city”. That almost made me mad, but instead I focused on the present situation: “which way is it?” I asked. They pointed it, but I couldn’t see any distinct difference that way. “How far is it?” I proceeded, “a-about some miles…” this same scientist answered, clearly losing focus. It was time to act on my own. Traveling at night wouldn’t be a problem, as that flare made it clear enough see the way, but to do so undercover, for the same reason. I guess if people knew what was going on it would help. “I’ve got a plan, may I?” I asked, “Please go on”, another scientist said. “They need to know what’s going on, in order to get ready for this obvious trap” – I explained – “so if anyone sees something suspicious on the way, then everyone would be ready for what’s to come”. “Sounds fair enough” – she replied – “but how to say it without disseminating panic?” “Try to be subtle, somehow” – I answered before leaving them to pack up.

Few minutes later the scientists told the misinformed about the current situation, and they sounded completely unsure of themselves and what they were saying. Meanwhile they were explaining better to some, most of us were already on the way, keeping attentive senses for any sign of someone else near us. The ones with better health led the rest, and everyone refused any other help from the scientists. It was awful, we were scared to death that they would show up out of the blue and kill us. Eventually they did, but in a weird way: with Panther scouts – artificial intelligence robots made to disguise as panthers to scout forests. For everyone’s sake, the disguise ends whenever one gets near it: you can clearly see the glowing eyes, the metal plates and tubes painted black. Unfortunately, this could be your end, if you’re an enemy of its programmer. It’s easy to kill people with those: it can be explained as an accident of natural causes, for its similarity with the animal; and also because you never see it until it’s too late.

The ones at the edge and mainly at the end of the group were the first victims; suddenly there were horrified screams and missing people, pretty much like a horror movie. If the government actually fought against the Furtheid, they wouldn’t have gotten these panthers meant for police at all. As soon as the attacks started the group vanished, each one running in a different direction, which wasn’t a smart choice. Few people stayed in the right direction, but far from each other.

I felt utterly lonely while walking fast towards the city: I could hear the screams, each time farther, but just see some running shadows, until I bumped into someone. I was so frightened that I violently scratched the guy, which later I found out to be my best childhood friend. That’s another difference from humans to us: we have claws instead of nails, so anyone not trained can improvise a little, but unfortunately it also makes situations such as these way more drastic. As soon as I heard a canine yell instead of human, I realized the mistake: “Oh god, are you ok?” what a stupid thing to say, of course he’s not, after that yell of pain!

Anyway, I helped him get back on his feet, while checking how bad the scratches were, luckily it wasn’t serious, and that was when I realized who he was: “Brian? You here? Where have you been?” “The other side of the town...ouch...chill out, will you?” he replied. “I’m really sorry for this, the whole thing of the Furtheid being already here have been creeping me out” I apologized, really embarrassed for all this. “Look, the only thing right here right now are these panthers, a simple crowbar would do... geez, Eric...” “And by the way you have one? ‘Cause I don’t” I began being sarcastic. “Good point... Whatever, a thick stick will do” he ended the argument. He hadn't changed at all, always focused on what really matters.

As expected, he was already looking for it, although the pain was taking away his focus, the scratch got deeper than I thought it had at first, and soon he found something: “Hey, would you follow me up here?” he was climbing a pine tree quickly. Another fact about us is that we are naturally good climbers, at least for trees, mainly because of our claws and tail; sometimes we do it just for fun or to relax. So I did, he stopped in one of the first branches, and took out an army knife to cut another one, in order to make a spear. “Where did you get this?” I asked, a bit surprised, “I’ve been working as security guard, you know I didn’t use to do well at school, and couldn't find anything else others already didn’t do better” he replied, beginning to cut the branch angrily - “later I found out I was a good fighter, in almost every technique, so I was between sports and security” - he gave me the spear, and while he was getting another branch I almost warned him I couldn’t do more than improvise with it, but my shame prevented me of doing so.

While he was sharpening the other one, he asked: “And what about you, what have you done these years?” - It was good to see him again - “I’m an electrician, a medium-leveled one. Y’know, the ones that don’t deal with complex circuitry? Also, there was this girl I’ve been dating for years now...” “Oh, really? Introduce me!” “I’m afraid that’s impossible...” “What happened?” “The attack, she didn’t make it...” “So sorry for that. If you don’t mind, can you tell me what she was like?” I felt a little uncomfortable to be telling this, but I did it anyway: “No problem, she was an orange striped cat, very sexy, and very light tempered - she helped me a lot to keep me on track because of her temper... I really miss her...” it was a mistake to proceed, now I was starting to cry and an immense pain was growing inside me. “Those bastards... You’ll see, we’ll get revenge eventually” he cheered me up “I’ll...” - then a panther scout came out of the blue right at us, and managed to get us by surprise.

With a quick move Brian got out of its way while hitting it hard, and I simply jumped away, almost falling off the tree. While I got back up I saw him fighting wildly against it, using those thick branches as ground, in a way only a furrie could. Scared as hell, I sneaked my way behind it, using Brian as a distraction, and when I got there I didn’t know what to do: if I simply hit it, it wouldn’t help much, it would simply throw me out of the tree; if I jumped onto it… Without giving much thought, I did it. It looked at me when I jumped, and I enjoyed the opportunity to stick the spear right into its face. Fortunately it worked, as I saw the eyes light out and felt it lose its strength with a decreasing hum. “Not bad” Brian commented “have you been having fighting classes too?” Still shocked with my achievement, I replied: “Never. EVER. How could I…?” I looked at him and saw he was as surprised as me. “Then I’ll be glad to teach you, you got something there” he honored me, “but isn’t it a furrie thing?” I confronted anyway, “not for cats…” he reassured it.

We agreed to rush to that nearby city, and soon we were surrounded by those panthers on the way: one is easy, but more than ten… There was no time to think, we had to act on instinct. They often tried attacking from behind, good thing we were together watching each other’s back. After a while we understood their strategy: they knew we were heading to the city, so they increased the number of scouts near it so few, if any, would make it there – many didn’t from the sight of many furries ripped open by these panthers, a horror movie in real life. I really thought I wouldn’t make it as their number increased to about a hundred, I think we did make it only because we didn’t stop advancing even though we were surrounded by them. We got some space when we got to the city, when we ran madly trying to reach somewhere to hide.

We found an alley with fire stairs, which we got onto, and shortly after that the panthers gave up hunting us. It was late at night, almost dawn, and we thought it was better to find shelter, where Furtheid’s allies wouldn’t find us. We walked for a while, which wasn’t very problematic as the streets were deserted, and enjoyed our time of peace to chat. But it didn’t last long; we were too tired, so much that as soon as we found an abandoned slummy motel we fell asleep, not even in a bedroom. Of course, we still hadn’t the slightest idea of where to go or what to do next.


Furtheid's Shadow (c) Paulo Vitor O. Moreira

STAY TUNED FOR THE CHAPTER TWO (2)!

FURTHAID's shadow: Chapter 1 sneak peek!

So, I've been working on the FURTHAID's Shadow for a while, slower impossible (mainly because of the facial surgery for prognatism, been really tired) but not stopping! It's going good, and I think this time I'll go 'til the end - but be patient, it will take forever. May post it all when finished. Meanwhile, check a bit of it:

Chapter one sneak peek:

“ (…) Because our creators have predicted the danger in such a revolutionary project, they developed it secretly. But eventually they had to open it due to many issues, mainly financial ones. They did it one step at a time: started economically, then politically – when everything began. The world was suspecting of The Labs’ deeds, as it was a hidden city, so they were forced to reveal the project, to prove it wasn’t a threat to the world at all. Governments around the world accepted this project, but only with one condition: to open the city and reveal its citizens. Most countries created programs for the inclusion of this new intelligent species in their society – but they forgot a primordial aspect: the public opinion. Everything was so quick that the humans had a shock, followed by hate and disgust for the furries, as they call us. As you can see, most of these countries failed to do so, generating a civil war worldwide. The furries got lost, so they couldn’t get together to fight for their own space. Some even managed to achieve good status. However, this wasn’t without a constant threat of losing it all, including their own lives by terrorists’ attacks, which became worse as they united in the FURTHAID organization. (...)  ”

*ASD* sneak peek / prévia do *ASD*

Soo, maybe some of you got curious when I said about the ASD chronicles, huh? Now you have something to hold on - the first paragraph of it! see below:

ASD Chronicles – chapter I


I’m Peter Hankins, 20 years old, and a wunderkind. I was always very into sciences, a bit of every; and was very good at them – as a teenager I created some impressive stuff, made connections between these areas that most scientists couldn’t see – and I could have foreseen that my path had to be unusual; but somehow I hadn’t, that is, until now. I managed to rise in my career very quickly, though it was an uncertain one; soon I was invited to MIT and other high-level institutes of science, including something very creepy: a secret ONG called “ASD”. The more I read about it, the creepier it get. It was non-governmental because it was illegal; the experiences truly had no limits, like the churches or general population opinions. Soon I saw what they wanted with me, fair enough, but just thinking in working in an illegal corporation gave me the creep. After some months thinking about it I made my choice: I was going to work there, help them. And today is my first day there, wish me luck. (...)

My first tablet / Meu primeiro tablet

Bought this pen tablet/drawing tablet about two weeks ago - wacom bamboo pen - and Im loving it! http://www.wacom.com/bamboo/bamboo_pen.php see the video!

IT IS AMAZING - It can truly substitute the mouse completely, and more! Hovering the pen over the tablet moves the mouse, each corner of it corresponds to a corner on the screen - if in pen mode - or can just be used to scroll freely - mouse mode. Also, to click (left click) just tap the pen in the tablet, and to move/drag just tap and slide, but be careful! - it is pressure-sensitive, so do it smoothly. Theres two buttons in the pen, customizable to mouse functions - standard: right click / scroll - to right-click, doble-click or others dont touch the tablet; but the scroll its needed to do so, for obvious reasons. As a mouse, it is lighter and has a natural feel, just like as said in the video. But the main reason isnt it: is to draw directly into the computer, into drawing softwares. It IS a pen, and it really feels like working in paper, except that you draw in it and look at the screen - so its perfect for doing digital media, and impossible without it. The only problem is that its wireless, so its awfully easy to lose the pen, there should be two in each package. Also, consider viewing the Bamboo Pen & Touch, I may get one.

So, at DeviantArt I will post most art I do with it; or even here, just for you to see how it makes digital artwork natural.

Update / Atualização

It's been a long time, huh? So, to remind you of some stuff I did this post:

http://www.anthrostar.com/music/Paul%20Hasyn - is where my songs are, up-to-date, but without a steady frequency, so check every week!
http://paul-hasyn.deviantart.com/ - is where my artwork is, but only the finished ones. It was rarely till now, but I got a tablet (there'll be a post about this), so it may get to 'usually'.
At twitter, I'm Paul_Hasyn - I comment there first, check it! Also I'm writing another story, ASD chronicles, less sci-fi and in the present. It'll be better, it's about a science conspiracy, reminds EUReKA and HEROES, but waay bigger.

And now to things I follow: concessioncomic.com - furthiahigh.concessioncomic.com - 2kinds.com - these comics are all furry, the 1st in the present, the 2nd in a near future, and the 3rd in a ficticious past. They update once/twice a week, check it! Also following Star Wars: the clone wars, downloading every week at torrentz.com every saturday (airs on TV friday). The second season is waay better, mainly from ep. 5...
So, see ya! will change the blog organization a bit now.

Paul Hasyn's life series: synopsis/sinopse

Some time ago, I started writing a book, on the Star Wars universe, about the life of a character created by me: Paul Hasyn. By some reason it is also my artistic name. Following the synopsis, and please, BE CAREFUL with what you'll do with it!

Paul Hasyn’s life series - synopsis Paul Hasyn was born as a human in Coruscant, and went to jedi training (he had an almost high midi-chlorian count), but he abandoned it little after he became a padawan. He went back to his family and became an ordinary man until the beginning of the Clone Wars, when a secret republican agency kidnapped him and invited him to help them. He had clone commander training to disguise himself as a clone and do some special missions mixed with normal ones (as a clone commander). But it became a chaos after the order 66, the agency was mysteriously 'gone' and he couldn't disguise anymore, because he didn't know the clone's 'take-over plans'. Even more when he received Yoda's message ("all jedi stay away from the jedi temple"). After having a hard time re-becoming an ordinary man and throwing off any suspects, He found a solution: There was an unknown planet far away. The scientists there have discovered how to transform DNA to make one species become another, but it was a long and painful treatment. And he found out his family and everyone else that was close to him was dead (he was lucky they didn't find him), and that it was impossible to re-establish his life again, so he did it, becoming a ‘furry’ species (locals). As payment he decided to work in that planet, Kideran, helping maintain the peace and neutrality of this planet, even though the ‘agency’ was already working for it. After years living there, he found out how the agency had ended, it was sabotaged by an internal with the help of the freshly-born empire. He found out this because the traitor had returned, this time to finish off the whole planet. He almost cut off all power sources of the HALO station, but Hasyn got him right in time, just to find out it was already too late. He had warned the now powerful empire of this planet’s neutrality, and they were coming. There was a big war to save the planet, but ended up without success and with the death of Paul Hasyn.

New CD soon! / Novo CD em breve!

My first CD was in 2004, bad songs - bad CD, named TRANCEformer. And I can't blame myself, it was made in a very old version (Ibiza eJay) and I was just a kid. Now, about 5 years later I'm doing another CD: Tranceform Reboot. I already have about 10 songs ready: 5 from Dance 6, 3 from Techno 4, and 2 from Dance 7 (probably won't be on the CD). Unfortunately, the Dance 7 didn't worked out, too complicated (I'm not pro, I'm amateur) and lack of good lead sound pads, so I'm thinking of getting one of the Sound Selection packages. Some of the songs will be avaiable here asap (maybe even the whole CD). Here's the link: http://www.anthrostar.com/music/Paul%20Hasyn Meu primeiro CD foi em 2004, músicas ruins - CD ruim, chamado TRANCEformer. E eu não posso me culpar, ele foi feito numa versão muito antiga (Ibiza eJay) e eu era criança. Agora, mais ou menos 5 anos depois estou fazendo outro CD: Tranceform Reboot. Eu já tenho 10 músicas prontas: 5 do Dance 6, 3 do Techno 4, e 2 do Dance 7 (provavelmente não estará no CD). Infelizmente, o Dance 7 não deu certo, é muito complicado (não sou profissional, sou amador) e falta de bons sons principais, então estou considerando consegir um dos pacotes Sound Selection. Algumas músicas estarão disponíveis aqui assim que puder (talvez até todo o CD). Aqui está o link: http://www.anthrostar.com/music/Paul%20Hasyn AVISO: Site totalmente em inglês, até a descrição!