Hang your vision over its beautiful new body like fresh clothing, and send it back into the world for it to be broken down again and again by the next waves of creatives until it becomes unrecognizable. A glorious amalgam of pieces and organs generously torn from artists' bodies. Then see a doctor.

Spike its drink, then when no one's looking, drag its unconscious body to your car and drive to a remote location and gut it while it screams. Break its bones, rearrange them to your liking. Keep what you love, gore what you don't, and fill the void with yourself. Your tears. Your sweat. Your blood.

besides, if i avoided all the mistakes i made as a kid, i would live a totally different life than the one im living now. im not sure if i would want that

the world would still suck, i might make more friends, but they'd be shallower, and i think id just have less humility for myself overall

i had to google the correct spelling of palate for this use case and im not ashamed to admit it

i aint talkin about wooden bases used to move large amounts of product or that tiny piece of wood that painters use to hold their paints im talkin bout TASTE, also i guess the roof of your mouth

its not that i dont want to, it's just a generally bad idea to start a project too big for your britches just to end up swallowed by scope creep.

in fairness, turn-based combat should be fairly simple in terms of logistics but like how do you do menus? weapons? animations? game dev is hard bro

this is more in reference to creative works (art, music, film, craft) and how artists should be proud of their work, but it applies to anything as long as you actually made it yourself

dumb jokes you write yourself fit too, if it made you laugh, be proud of it

(sidenote: prompting is not creating)