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[Paul @TankPunkOtaku]

My wife and family could really use some help so even if you can’t give, please share my story. Thank you! https://t.co/VyXhwILbAb

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https://t.co/VyXhwILbAb My wife and family could still use your help. ⁦@MDAorg⁩ ⁦@jordanbpeterson⁩ ⁦@joerogan⁩ #family #life #God

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[Paul @TankPunkOtaku]

We are facing a tough situation. If we can't find a safe place soon, it could put my life at risk from unsafe hospital discharge. Please donate or pray and share our story. @MDAorg #disabiltyrights @FoxNews @kare11 @jordanbpeterson @elonmusk @Eminem #God
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Dive into their tale
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Two brothers, Kai & Yuto, share an unbreakable bond. Their journey is a poignant reminder that in life's toughest trials, we find our greatest strengths—each other. Dive into their tale of hope & unity. #Brotherhood #Resilience #FamilyBonds #LifeLessons #Hope

In the small town of Sorano, under the vast expanse of a cerulean sky, two brothers, Kai and Yuto, traversed the familiar streets that led to the outskirts where the wildflowers danced to the rhythm of the gentle wind. Kai, the elder, with a temperament as steadfast as the ancient oaks that lined their path, pushed the wheelchair of his younger brother Yuto, whose laughter was as infectious as the chorus of the cicadas in the summer heat.

Kai had always been the anchor, the unwavering lighthouse in the tempest of life. His seriousness was not born of stoicism but of a protective instinct, honed through the trials they faced together. Yuto, with his irrepressible humor and light-heartedness, was the sail to Kai's anchor, always finding a way to glide through the rough waters with a smile.

The brothers' journey was not one of mere physical distance; it was a testament to their enduring spirit. Some years ago, a cruel twist of fate had bound Yuto to the confines of a wheelchair. Kai, though equally shattered by the sudden change, cloaked his grief with an armor of determination. He took on the mantle of Yuto's protector, his guide, his unwavering support.

But Yuto, in his seemingly carefree manner, became the lifeline Kai hadn't realized he needed. Where Kai provided structure and reliability, Yuto offered levity and perspective. His silliness, often mistaken for naivety, was in truth his strength, his method of coping, and his gift to Kai—a reminder that joy could be found in the darkest of times.

Their story was not just one of brotherhood but also of growth and the realization that they were but two halves of a whole. As they ventured forward, Yuto would point to the shapes in the clouds, concocting tales of fantastical creatures and daring adventures. Kai, who would have once dismissed such fancies, found himself drawn into Yuto's world, where impossibilities melted away like the last rays of the setting sun.

And so they moved together, one step at a time, with Kai's steady hands guiding them and Yuto's laughter carving light into the shadowed places. They were each other's balance, their counterweights in a world that often felt unbalanced. They had learned the power of their differences, how seriousness and silliness, when woven together, created a tapestry resilient enough to hold them through the harshest of times.

As the day waned, and the sky painted itself in the hues of dusk, the brothers reached the crest of a hill, overlooking a field where the wildflowers swayed. Here, they would rest, basking in the tranquility of their sanctuary, their laughter and whispers adding to the symphony of the evening. For in the story of Kai and Yuto, every moment was a note in their unending melody, a tale of two brothers who, against all odds, never gave up on each other.

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Unveiling the enigmatic maestro amidst a celestial inferno 🔥, a surreal blend of might and mysticism. Embrace the visual narrative of a figure exuding tranquility in the eye of a mythic storm. #EpicImagery #DigitalArtwork #FantasyArt #MysticVision #VisualStorytelling #ArtistsOnInstagram #ConceptArt #SurrealArt #FireAndFlame #AngelicFigures #TechN9ne #StrangeMusic #RapGod #NewMusic #RapLegend #HipHopCulture #AlbumArt

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@Microsoft @MSFT365Designer
So i love being able to use AI to still be creative and get all my thoughts and ideas out through the use of these amazing tools. I've used a plethora of image creation apps, to my surprise when i went to use Designer of a poster with a guy in a wheelchair drinking water saying drink more it kept saying that Microsoft was finding one of my words as not appropriate, so i went through the words and to my shock and disappointment apparently wheelchair is not appropriate! How am I supposed to express my art or ideas with people in wheelchairs if I can't use that word?

#DigitalArtist #artificalintelligence #generativeart #AIart #discrimination #Dissapointment #Expression

[Paul @TankPunkOtaku]

@Steam @Diablo @Quake @MDAorg @elonmusk

Please help me find a game/games I can still play so I don't drive my wife crazy, lol

I'll try to keep it short, I was born with muscular dystrophy which is a neuromuscular disease which makes your muscles and nerves degenerate and get worse as time goes on. I started gaming at 2-4 years old and now here I am 43. I love all types of games from rpg to shooter or strategy. You name it if it's got a good system and decent graphics, I'll probably like it. So now the problem is the disease I have has progressed so much to where I can't move my arms, hands, or basically any of my body except my head and face. I'm blessed with a wife that will help me play pretty much any game despite her not being a gamer with following my directions with what to click or press on the controller, however she can't play all the time and needs to get stuff done at her stay at home job and cleaning etc.

So what I'm looking for help with from anybody out there in any genre of game that would have auto battle or auto quest, basically stuff to auto farm but still be able to enjoy watching it while she is busy and still feel like I'm playing and progress. Just so people know in advance I cannot use the adaptive controller or voice controls very well because I have to wear a breathing machine 24/7 which makes my voice not always the most articulate and able to be detected on what I'm saying on programs like voice attack.

I really enjoy games like Diablo where you get to grind and level up which picking your skills and weapons etc. I could go for an fps or I could watch ai fight against ai or have ai play for me. I like Pachinko a lot but I don't think steam has any legit pachinko's like the evangelion one that is in Japan on ps3 with lots of lights and animations and can be set to automatically play. It would be fine too if the game was only auto at times and other times my wife had to help as she just needs 30 minutes to an hour here or there to get stuff done. She's actually so amazing she's willing to bring the xbox controller around with her and click when i tell her to while she does stuff! God sure did bless me with her.

Anyways I guess this is it as short as I'd hoped itd be but hopefully everyone out there can understand what I'm trying to find and help me out. I'd like this to be a full purchase game that is not free with a bunch of in app purchases. I don't mind if there are some optional in app purchases like Diablo vi, but I don't want a free title. Not to be picky, but I would like decent to aaa graphics.

P.S. On a side note I would even be happy with afk fishing or farming while I wait for her to come back. I know there is a game called black desert but I heard combat is pretty intense and she's still learning how to game also you can't do auto combat in that as far as I know, please correct me if I am wrong. Seriously both me and my wife would appreciate your help to help me find games i can play even if they are only semi auto to keep me going. I'm up for mods or bots that I could use that would not break the EULA or get me in trouble. I'm never one to give up and my gaming spirit will never go away, lol :). Thank you in advance for any suggestions or help.

#pcgaming #SteamGame #GamingLife #Gamerlife #videogames #gaming #NeverGiveUp #AI #mods

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@KungFoy Maybe I just will, lol

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@KungFoy Hey sweet tats, hope you are doing well! Do you know when you will be streaming next?

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@AFTDHope @EW @lucbesson @dementiasociety @mariashriver @Hilar4Charity @alzassociation @MDAorg

I couldn’t believe when I heard the news about Bruce Willis, not only is he in some of my favorite movies, but it really hit home as my mom got diagnosed with the same form of dementia this last year. I know with my mother all I want to do is make her happy and help her to have good days, i’m sure his family feels the same way about him. One of my favorite movies of his that I watched more times than I could count is the fifth element. I have muscular dystrophy and am no stranger to loss with health, but this movie definitely added action and laughs to a lot of my days. My heart and prayers go out to him and his family and I hope they have more good days than bad, actually I hope they only have good days. Thank you Bruce Willis for all you’ve added to my life with your movies and I hope you are happy.

#BruceWillis, #DementiaAwareness, #TheFifthElement, #MovieMagic, #GoodDays, #FamilyStrength

[Paul @TankPunkOtaku]

In the stillness of a world cast under the perennial glow of a silver moon, there was a man whose strength was etched not only in the sinewy fibers of his muscles but in the unyielding spirit that thrived within his flesh, which had been ravaged by time and illness. His name, eternally unspoken, was known to the stars as an emblem of endurance. This tale is his odyssey, a symphony of pain, hope, and transcendence.

Our hero was once a titan among men, with a laughter that rumbled like thunder and a stride that shook the very earth. But the heavens had scripted a different path, one strewn with the thorns of a degenerative malady that sought to imprison him in his own body. As his limbs betrayed him, and his once unbreakable frame bent, the world watched with a silent sorrow. Yet, within the chasms of his weakening shell, his heart raged against the dying of the light.

With each day that the disease sought to claim him, he fought back, his resolve hardening like steel. The tattoos that adorned his body, once symbols of his earthly triumphs, became the runes of his battle against the encroaching darkness. His wheelchair, which many saw as a chariot of defeat, was to him a throne from which he waged his war, a reminder that his spirit was unconfined.

In his quest for solace, he turned his gaze upward, to the celestial guardian that had silently witnessed his every fall and rise—the moon. It was during one particularly somber night, beneath the moon's full bloom, that he felt a stir within him, a whisper of power that wound its way through his veins. He reached out, not with his hands, but with the very essence of his being, and touched the luminescent glow that bathed him.

In that moment, the moon spoke to him, not in words, but through a flood of silver light that seared through his atrophy. It was a gift from the divine, a sliver of the infinite, that ignited within him a wellspring of vitality. His body remained bound, but his soul was freed, soaring through the cosmos on wings woven from moonbeams and hope.

The man who had been unseen by many, whose struggles were whispered about with pitying glances, became a beacon of unconquerable will. He taught those around him that true power was not held in the limbs that carry us, but in the unwavering spirit that defines us. His story, whispered by the winds, sung by the oceans, and revered by the stars, became a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

And so, in the world bathed in lunar radiance, our hero sits, a titan not fallen but transformed. His journey, marred by afflictions, has become a legend of hope—an anthem for the unbroken, a psalm for the empowered. The man who communed with the moon continues to shine with a light that rivals the celestial body that granted him salvation, a reminder that within us all lies an immeasurable strength, waiting to be awakened by faith and the will to never yield to despair.
#shortstory #aiartcommunity #JoeRogan #Elon_Musk #Hope

[Paul @TankPunkOtaku]

@Support I don’t know if it’s because I have face tattoos or what, but I cannot seem to get through the step of being verified where it wants a selfie. It does the ID no problem but not the selfie, any help would be greatly appreciated.

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In the fractured glass of his studio, the reflections of Jack Marshall contorted with every brushstroke. His eyes, a stormy blue, seemed like an ocean in turmoil, reflecting a soul that wrestled with shadows both literal and metaphorical. The studio was his sanctuary, yet also his prison—a place where he could hide from the world and confront his inner demons.

The canvas before him was a turbulent sea of blues and grays, his self-portrait morphing with each day’s mood. It was his masterpiece, and his curse. Jack's hands moved with a mind of their own, guided by the plethora of emotions that drugs both numbed and heightened. His addiction had begun as a whispering temptation, an escape from the crushing depression that followed the tragic loss of his partner in a cold, unfeeling city that never paused to mourn.

The painting was his attempt to claw back from the abyss, to make his emotions tangible. But as the night grew darker, and the city’s cacophony dimmed to a lull, Jack’s heart raced with suspense. He wasn’t alone. Shadows danced across the walls, figures from his past, or perhaps figments of his imagination fueled by the substances coursing through his veins.

His apartment, high above the sleepless city, was usually a silent witness to his solitary struggle. But tonight, a tangible presence loomed. Footsteps echoed, a dread-filled symphony that crescendoed with each passing second. Was it the dealer, to whom he owed more than money? Or was it a fragment of his psyche, breaking free from the confines of his mind?

As the suspense tightened its grip around his heart, the lines on the canvas blurred, and the colors bled like tears, mirroring the chaos within him. Jack faced his painting, his creation, a maelstrom of pain and beauty. It was a map of his soul, every stroke a path he had walked, every hue a feeling he had experienced.

Tonight, he would finish the portrait, or it would finish him. The thrill of the unknown beckoned, a perilous edge between sanity and madness. With each brushstroke, he laid bare his emotions, the canvas a silent confidant to his confession. In the high detail of his painted gaze, one could see the plea for salvation or perhaps the acceptance of his inevitable demise.

The night would end, but the story of Jack Marshall, the tormented artist, would remain suspended in the colors of his final masterpiece, an eternal moment of emotional suspense.