The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

Seen in image: 

- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.

In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.

- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion. 

BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.

- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.

GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.

 - Art by Wendy Christine Allen. 

- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.

• The Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

• Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers

• Trigger Warnings: To Trigger or not to Trigger, that is the question

Control or Protection?

The mirror was bleeding again.

Crimson drip.

Salt water.

Seaweed behind the glass.

Tentacles.

Eyes.

More eyes. 

Then teeth.

Quaraun blinked.

Still there.

Fuck.

"I hate this fucking mirror, it refuses to stop haunting me."

He reached for the wand. Shaky hands. The gloves whirred, mechanical joints squeaking. BoomFuzzy had not oiled them again.

The bastard.

The love of his life.

The bastard.

The pink silk tent breathed around him. Pink silk swaying in rhythm with the dying heartbeat of the world.

Wind outside.

And moaning.

The herd again.

Rotten voices shuffling through the dunes.

His army.

His mistake.

“You are trying to control me,” Quaraun said.

No greeting.

No prelude.

Just accusation. Like lightning. He pointed the wand. The tip glowed white. His reflection in the mirror split open, bled light.

BoomFuzzy stood by the brazier, bare chest gleaming with sweat and ash. Lilac tail twitching. Copper goggles glowing over blind silver eyes. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

“No,” BoomFuzzy said. “I am tryin’ to protect ya.”

“There is a vast difference between control and protection.”

“Facts,” GhoulSpawn mumbled from the corner, head down in his notebooks. He didn’t even look up.

Quaraun ignored him. His jaw trembled. His heartbeat was the sound of hammers pounding in glass.

“You are treating me like a frail housewife who is not allowed outside.”

“In case ya forgot,” BoomFuzzy snarled, voice low, words thick with accent and smoke. “Ya used to be me frail housewife before ya decided to go crazy necromancer on me arse.”

“I am not crazy.”

“Ya fuckin’ fragile.”

“You take that back!” Quaraun pressed the wand to BoomFuzzy’s nose. Red beam. Smell of ozone. The old fear between them sparked—love, death, and unholy power wrapped in silk and gingerbread.

BoomFuzzy didn’t flinch. He grinned.

“What was ya gonna do, blow me brains out? I’m already dead, ya fuckin’ dimwit. I’m a Lich, remember? Yar the one what turned me into a Lich!”

“You are too controlling!”

“You are too frail to go outside in a fuckin’ zombie apocalypse!”

“I am the Pink Necromancer!” Quaraun’s voice cracked.

"Aye."

The tent quivered.

Quaraun’s jaw trembled. The tent filled with silence, thick, cold, heavy as sea fog. The moaning of the dead outside grew louder.

BoomFuzzy sighed, running a hand through his dreadlocks. He walked to Quaraun, slow and careful, as if approaching something made of glass. His hand hovered over the Pink Necromancer’s shoulder, then rested there with cautious weight.

The Elf's jellyfish hair writhed.

Jellyfish tendrils glowing pink, venom dripping.

“I made the zombie apocalypse!” Quaraun said.

“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again.

“I CONTROL THE ZOMBIES!” Quaraun screamed. “THEY OBEY ME!”

BoomFuzzy sighed.

“Aye, Love, ya do. But ya also a frail, sickly little waif what’ll get trampled by his own zombie herd.”

“You just need to control me.”

“Protection ain’t control.”

“You are a control freak.”

“No, that’d be you. As can be proven by you turned me into a Lich without finding out if I even wanted to be brought back from the dead."

"You killed yourself."

"Exactly."

"I had to bring you back."

"No you didn't."

"I needed you."

"Then let me protect you."

“Stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not tellin’ ya what to do, I’m tellin’ ya how to stay fuckin’ alive!” BoomFuzzy snapped. “There’s a herd out there. Ya go walkin’ out and ya end up flattened like a flapjack.”

"I am going out."

"No you are not!" BoomFuzzy grabbed Quaraun's arm and pulled the Elf away from the door. "I’m telling ya how to stay safe. Staying in here is staying safe. There’s a fucking herd of zombies passing through and I ain’t letting ya go traipsing off in it! You can leave the tent when the herd has passed. End of discussion!"

“You do not know what protection means,” Quaraun hissed.

BoomFuzzy laughed.

“And for someone who spends his days tryin’ to be a male, ya don’t know much about the male psychology."

"I do not need to know male psychology!"

"You do if you expect to pass yourself off as male in a world where females are practically existent."

"I exist in this world just fine!"

"Ya live by ya heart, ya emotions. Not ya head. Not logic."

"What has that to do with anything?"

"A male needs to protect his woman.”

“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again.

Quaraun glared at the Sheep Demon, but said nothing. He was too angry with BoomFuzzy just now to focus on GhoulSpawn.

The tent went silent.

Fire hissed.

Wax candles melted sideways.

The night wind dragged through the pink silk walls of the tent, making them ripple like jellyfish fins under the moonlight. The smell of salt, rot, and anise drifted inside.

Outside, beyond the safety of the necromancer’s wards, the groans of the dead echoed through the frost-bitten trees. The zombie herd was moving along the coast; thousands of corpses shambling through the darkness, following the scent of the living.

Quaraun stood near the tent’s flap, his jeweled cane in one hand, Rainbow Wand in the other. His pink silk sleeves trembled with every gust that rattled the moor. His hair, long, translucent tendrils of pink jellyfish filament, floated around him in anxious currents.

He wanted to step outside.

He wanted to see what he’d made.

"You are trying to control me," Quaraun accused, his voice sharp as the edge of the cold sea.

BoomFuzzy leaned against the food chest, arms folded over his chest. The soft blue gleam of his steampunk goggles reflected the necromancer’s shaking silhouette. His lilac unicorn tail twitched, irritated.

"No," BoomFuzzy replied, voice low, roughened by the crackle of the nearby fire. "I am trying to protect ya."

"There is a vast difference between control and protection."

"Facts," GhoulSpawn said from the corner. He sat cross-legged on a pile of fur pelts, tinkering with Toobe’s hovering silver orb. The AI buzzed softly like a curious insect.

They both ignored him and continued arguing.

BoomFuzzy stepped close, hand heavy on Quaraun’s shoulder. The air between them thickened.

“Ya remember the night the sea tried to take ya?” BoomFuzzy said, taking off his goggles and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. His silver pupils glowed faint in the dark. “Wind near tore the lighthouse apart. I barred the door. Told ya stay inside. What did ya do?”

“I went outside,” Quaraun muttered.

“Aye. And the sea near drowned ya. I dragged ya back, half dead. Ya lungs ain’t never been right since.”

Quaraun stared at the fire. The memories crackled there, faces forming in the flame. Drowned faces. His own. Fuck.

“I do not need saving.”

“Everyone needs savin’ sometimes, Love.” BoomFuzzy’s voice softened, rough silk, old ache. “Even gods what make their own monsters.”

GhoulSpawn’s pen scratched.

“Also facts.”

Outside. The herd moaned.

One corpse slammed against the silk. The wall caved inward. Bone pressed through fabric. Quaraun flinched. BoomFuzzy shoved him back, hand glowing faint lilac. The corpse dissolved. Steam and bone dust.

Quaraun’s wand flickered.

He wanted to kill something.

Himself, maybe.

Or BoomFuzzy.

Or the sky.

“Let me outside.”

“No.”

“I made them.”

“Aye. Which is why ya stay here. Till they pass.”

“I can control them!”

“Ya think ya can.” BoomFuzzy leaned in, breath hot with cloves and sin. “But ya ain’t slept in three days, and ya talkin’ to mirrors bleedin’ seawater.”

Quaraun’s eyes darted to the mirror.

It was dripping again.

Fuck.

Quaraun’s lips tightened, colour draining from his pale face. He remembered the cold, the black waves closing over him, the feel of BoomFuzzy’s arms hauling him through the surf.

"I do not need saving."

"Everyone needs saving sometimes, Love." BoomFuzzy’s voice softened again, the harsh edge melting into fondness. "Even the almighty Pink Necromancer."

GhoulSpawn looked up from the orb, eyes flicking between them.

"Also facts," he said quietly.

Neither noticed him this time either.

“Unicorn…” he whispered. “The mirror is breathing.”

BoomFuzzy looked. Nothing. Just glass. His silver eyes blind but glowing.

“Ain’t nothin’ there, Love.”

“It is there!” Quaraun hissed. “Eyes. Watching. Laughing at me.”

"It just a mirror."

“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said again, voice faint, distant.

“Ya shut up,” BoomFuzzy barked.

The mirror laughed. The sound like bubbles bursting in tar.

Quaraun shoved BoomFuzzy away, cane clattering, wand flaring pink. The floor heaved. Silk tent twisted like intestines. The mirror’s surface opened, mouth of sea.

Hands. Rotting. Reaching.

BoomFuzzy grabbed him. Quaraun screamed. His voice tore through dimensions. The dead outside wailed in answer.

And then silence.

The tent still. The mirror gone.

Just blood on the sand.

BoomFuzzy stood over him. Breathing hard.

“Ya done?”

Quaraun’s voice shook.

“You… always control everything.”

BoomFuzzy crouched, cupped his face.

“Nah. I just ain’t lettin’ ya drown again, JellyElf.”

“Facts,” GhoulSpawn said softly, not looking up.

Quaraun trembled. He wanted to hit him.

Kiss him. Kill him. All at once.

He dropped the wand. Pressed his forehead against BoomFuzzy’s chest.

The Lich’s heart was silent.

Still. Cold. But steady.

“Fuck,” Quaraun whispered. “I hate you.”

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy murmured. “Good. Means ya still alive.”

Quaraun turned away, pushing open the silk flap just enough to glimpse the world beyond. The night was a sea of shifting shadows. Corpses shuffled through the moonlit dunes, silent and endless, faces eaten away, ribs exposed, eyes glowing faintly blue from necromantic flame. They moved like a tide—his tide. His creation. His dominion.

And yet… he was small compared to it. The wind bit through the silk. His body ached. His prosthetic gloves creaked as he clenched them.

BoomFuzzy’s arm came around his waist, pulling him back from the flap.

"Close it, Love," he whispered. "Let ‘em pass. Then we’ll walk the beach in the morning, aye? The wind’ll be calmer then. The corpses gone. I’ll make ya fried seaweed and clam cakes for breakfast."

Quaraun hesitated, his wand dimming to a soft pink glow.

He let the flap fall shut.

The moaning of the dead faded slowly into the distance.

For a long while, no one spoke. The fire crackled. The tent walls rippled in the cold wind.

Finally, GhoulSpawn said:

"So, to sum up, control, protection, and survival instincts in post-apocalyptic relationships. Facts. All facts. see? I wrote 'em all down."

BoomFuzzy threw a biscuit at him.

Quaraun leaned his head against BoomFuzzy’s chest, listening to the faint echo of a heartbeat that no longer existed. His anger ebbed away, leaving only exhaustion and the strange comfort of being held.

"Unicorn," he whispered. "You are insufferable."

"Aye," BoomFuzzy said, kissing the top of his head. "But I’m yer insufferable."

"Facts," GhoulSpawn said again, ducking another biscuit.

Outside, the dead drifted on, following the wind toward the sea.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

• On writing a Trans main character and the use of deadnames & old pronouns

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸

• eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad

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• How did you build your audience?

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 

@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

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