So why such a generic title?
When I started this blog, it was meant to be nothing more than a place for me to talk about things from the perspective of my fursona, Advrik Drahcir, but as time went on and I realized I hadn't been doing that like, at all, the blog shifted to what essentially is MY website.
The design harkens back to the webpage designs of the late 90s and early 00s, akin to something hosted on Angelfire or Geocities. Central content, with columns on the left and right full of links and little images. Even a hit counter.
The blog had evolved to be a place where I could post my pictures, videos, reminisce in the form of the ReCollection series about my past experiences with a specific media, be it a video game or movie; Works of love fueled purely by nostalgia. A means of gathering my memories of years past while they're still alive and well in my constantly aging brain.
But more than that, I post my writings here. My main creative outlet these days. Both my bigger narrative-driven pieces, like Last Tail and Cross-World Hero, but also one-off stuff like my series of horror short stories that take place in my hometown.
My bedroom was where I went on a multitude of adventures, both via video games and with my toy collection. Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, Godzilla, Dragon Ball(even though I had no idea what that was in 1995). Even had Mega Man stuff back then, thanks to the Ruby-Spears cartoon merch making it possible. I filmed short movies using my toys or narrated a playthrough of Mega Man X2 with my old bulky camcorder.
Today, these things still occur, but in the form of my writing. And while my 30-something body and mind just want to sit down and play games, read a book or browse the internet(as I am doing right now), my blog and various writing projects are serving as the new writing desk or bedroom floor where I played with my toys, acting out battles between Mega Man and the Megazord.
My childhood, and even today, was heavily based around my bedroom.
That's where all of my adventures and the majority of my fondest memories had taken place. I wasn't, nor am I still, a very social being. And with my ailing mental state, my room has only become that much more important to me as the world outside decays and becomes less and less habitable day by day. But at the end of those days, I know my room is still a safe place; My base of operations. My hub world.
My Room.
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