You can silence me, but you can't silence my message.

I've survived a world of pain, oppression, and manipulation most people wouldn’t last a day in. I taught myself to draw and animate in two weeks. Built two demos. Dropped a Steam page. Crafted two pitch decks. I rebuilt everything after my last artist tried to manipulate me, faking their own suicide… twice.

What started as grief and tribute turned into full-blown self-expression. And now? It's a mission. A revolution.

I have a traumatic brain injury from abuse I was never supposed to talk about. I've got acquired savant syndrome, aphantasia, and no safe place in a world that punishes outliers. A $1.2M VR deal dissolved into stalkers, false charges, jail holds, and getting chased around the country. My kids were taken. My home was never safe.

This isn’t for pity.

It’s a digital time capsule. Proof I existed. Proof I created under fire. That I fought back. Even if the world didn’t deserve me. Even if nobody ever really listened.

So I’m dropping this here. Before I vanish. Before the void swallows me whole.

If you’re curious about the game: Operation Sour Power