I have just enough motivation to keep it on my mind these days. This year, I was desperately needed by many friends, and all of these situations cost me greatly, and eventually even cost my friendships. They really never paid enough, and that's the story of the United States as a whole these days. Being outside of any realm of motivators and suffering from PTSD and manic depression, I was able to turn a 130 page script into a 420 page script, but it is still not enough.

After a car accident, all progress went dead for the past month, and I have simply exhausted the patience of my actors- some of whom were expecting more of me. That's the reality. I still maintain their support, but as far as their trust in my ability to complete this alone, it evaporated a while ago. A positive change this year is that I now have an emotional support animal who is the best animal I have ever owned, and although he exhausts many hours of each day, he is a good and solid lightning rod to reality that helps me combat PTSD, and I am seeing signs of it disappearing for good - also taking away from the emotional drive to complete Psychadica, as it is fueled by these things; however, the memories and the notes are still with me, and its just about doing the work and finding the headspace.

Still, I persist at my own pace, when there is room for a mental clearing. I know it can be done, I just want and need help doing it. Still, it is something I must carry the burden for for a long while.

I would offer an apology to those who are waiting, but truth be told, it hasn't been possible to manifest the conditions to create a successful project due to the fact that all the motivators, finances, resources, and interests already being siphoned and consumed in other media. This is something that every independent must face, but as time passes, it is more and more a defeating reality. We simply give the media giants too much power, and they abuse creators all the time, and the evidence is clear but the people don't care, and are kept on the outskirts of the problem in order to keep them feeling they can do nothing to help, and they shouldn't bother wasting their money or time.

As an individual, this is very defeating to trust taking the risk of completing a project and thus takes all the reward out of the game, spurring even more depression and unsettling emotions of failure, which is instinctively looked at by the human brain as an insane and unsafe behavior, and it automatically begins its own defense against furthering the activity. I am fighting all of these things, and more.

The difficulty of this has become insurmountable on the days when nothing gets done, and leaving just enough small room past all the distractions of the modern world to initiate filling the tank one milliliter at a time with enough fuel to push forward.

I ask you please, do not be disappointed in me or my actions. Everything - literally everything - that I would find rewarding has been diminished or taken from me, and pursuing this dream has thus become pursuing self destruction with a mere fantasy of an accomplishment; that is to say, the completion of the dream is the only real merit.

This generation and the media and all cultures across the world have seemed to contribute to the idea that Love and Sex is a deadweight to the human existence, that the pursuit of which is an insanity that belongs to the weak, that the future must be diminished and filled with turmoil and strife in order to make the relationships work, and that there is always someone out there to take what you have, and my driving motivation was always to find a love who was beautiful and fulfilling, and with technology and culture the way that it is, it has made this also impossible. There are so many LGBTQ alternatives that saturate the pool of dating, there are so many horrible and terrible tales of failed relationships and insane people and paranoia and distrusts and tensions, that the task has become exhausting.

Not only this, but the sheer amount of sexual exploitation on internet promotional sites has clearly shifted almost all cultural favor to females, and this has entitled them to free access to resources and motivators daily, which only increases the distance between success and education curves between genders, empowering the anti-men movement with supporters for years, and while this most recently has taken a step backwards due to the failures of many female led projects and clear and evident bias of trying and failing to focus everyone's attention onto the successes, the movement itself has created a stigma that has for years made it less rewarding and less supported to create a male driven product, which had been a setback for many years, making me feel like content in this product specifically was going to be relentlessly attacked by the public, and thus making me prepare many layers of changes and justifications that still fell into the image of the original product, but compromised me and my learning curve.

There has been setback after setback, all of which stems from my own cultural conditioning and the many real-world problems that being raised in an abused and religious household which punished me for making friends and punished me for making freewill choices that would allow me to connect with higher levels of ideas in the world has consistently set me back with, and it - for many years - made me extremely suicidal. I had to battle these memories atop the actual traumas, and it took nearly a decade to find a reason to live, ultimate realizing that I had been mechanically programmed to be self-destructive, and fail to see reality as it actually was, and I had to come to terms with years of brutality that I was doing to myself and my own mind to just try and find a day where I could stabilize. This in part was also the responsibility of the last 20 years of generational support for mental health, in which bombarded the pool of what should have been positive and healthy motivators with ideas that were inconsistent and all over the place and turned what otherwise could have been informative environments into environments that spurred emotional logic out of control, which made it incredibly difficult to find balance and incredibly difficult to be aware of just where I actually was.

This all took an incredibly amount of effort, and these are just the problems that I am willing to discuss, as they are problems that many individuals have had their own experiences with by now. These have been a huge setback for me creatively, and me financially, and me in any realm of stable position in society which would have given me an edge to trust that I could continue safely with this project without putting my survivability on the line. I was not built on stable grounds to begin with, and it seemed like everyone else was being supplied with exactly what they needed to survive while my house was crumbling. While I did have support, it was clearly never enough, and it was clearly not what I needed to succeed, otherwise success would have came. Those actions are formulaic. They have a solution. And even in the math, I was not prepared. I was not raised in a stable home, as I was a child of divorce that was alway moving and my freedoms were almost always subservient to the conveniences of my abusive grandmother, and her idiotic daughter - my mother. My father was labelled a villain, despite doing nothing wrong, and I had no example of any real confidence until I immersed myself into fiction, during which time my mother married an ex-con which attempted to kill our family for 7 years of my life for an insurance claim, and it was a nightmare to survive, and more so a nightmare to recover from, and emotionally draining, and exhausting to try and fill in the gaps on how to be an adult.

All of these things directly impacted me every single waking moment of my life. And I was lucky enough to have a creative outlet for these things, and have just enough time away from those problems to work for employers that were clearly using me for cheap labor, and setting me back further and further, selling information on me where possible, setting me up for failure many times to try and make a quick dollar, literally hiring actors to come and try and trick me into saying fucked up things to make me look like a terrible person so that they could have something to use as leverage against me. Putting me in a state of mind where I have to be so suspicious of everyone and everything, even when it was unnecessary to do so, and making me more unstable, clearly taking things out on people around me that didn't deserve it at times, and learning to reinforce my own isolation just to have some space to gauge right and wrong.

This was my life for 30 years. And I hate it. I hated it so much. You cannot imagine how difficult this has been for me. So please, if you are not going help me, don't call me a failure, don't treat me with disappointment. Don't say I never come through with anything. I have done what needed to be done, and working more and more is only promising more days where I am unstable, and I am too good of a person to deserve this. I have donated thousands of hours to charity, and tens of thousands of dollars trying to support who I thought was the right people, to only find out later that they were just feeding the same problem that was keeping me here. I deserve better than this.

Anyways. Thanks for letting me inform you.

Hello!

Things have been tough this year, and we’ve all been dealing with rising costs and changing business dynamics and family health problems, but our team had made it through many of these obstacles!

Project Psychadica will be releasing some new artwork and Audio episodes to produce more content and illustrate what more may be in tow for the project’s future! Alas, I would have loved an animator to participate and help guide us along with a higher quality project, though I am simply thankful for people could have produced in this hard times!

Thank you so much for being involved with the project thus far, and I hope many more people will see the project and apply support to make this dream become a source of entertainment we all can enjoy!

Thank you, @Marckel, @Toggleroo, @Artosai, @Disgrntlgrnt, and many more off the NG platform for your assistance!

And thank you @StarryAI for helping me conceptualize more adequately the images in my head for the series!

My actors and peering eyes wanted to know a bit more about the story, and the snipits of information I had been giving them simply wasn’t enough, so I mustered up a diverse scene for later in the series to combine several (but not all) characters that have not been cast yet, in hopes to find the right ones for the part.

Ezari returns scene

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Season 1- Episode X (mid to late season)

Premise- Ambassador Ezari Eschron returns from his mission to the western empire - Amalgia (land of the slavers) - and regales Dairr Ken Vo, Advisor to the king of Vius (city of the psychics), of his interactions with the Amalgian spiritual leader Briar King Moselley. Struggling with the emotions of losing his lover and the natural emotionless state of an Empath, Ezari’s challenged to overcome his fairly unstable and inconsistent thoughts and  battle trauma as it affects him.

Pronounciations: Dairr (DieAir); Vius (Veeus)

Scene: Returning alone from his mission and having lost his entire crew, an emotionally numb and exhausted Ezari walks on his sore and calloused feet into the open entryway to the palace. He is muddied, bloodied, and reeks of death. He watches the king across the hall from the entryway in silence. It’s as if no one can see him, or sense him there at all. The king speaks to Dair Ken Vo, about urgent matters that are mostly inaudible. 

Dair (at a distance): … you carry the weight of that decision and let it blind you to matters at hand. If you aren’t going to look at life’s moving parts, you’ll never see what will hit you, I always say.

Ezari debates approaching, but his eyes droop, his soul is burdened, and he doesn’t want to feel anything anymore, so he stays only for a brief moment, and wanders off into the shadows, down the hall leading to a corridor around the corners of the throne room. Vairra Argessa, standing between one of many pillars, listens with folded arms, then leans against the stone. As he leaves, she catches him from the corner of her eye, and her head tilts of curiosity.

Ezari walks the empty hallway in silence, opening up a door in the wall somewhere in between the end and the center. Into it, he walks down into a pool of flowing water, redirected from the river, as their plumbing and water lines is natural and not electric. Without remove his clothes or his chains-sword, he submerges his body up to his torso, and he begins to wash the blood away. Then, the mud. Then, by using a brick of soap in a stack of bricks of soap, the stink. 

Ezari (*singing an Izyat shanty*): “Across the ever deep blue sea… the tidal winds doth sing to me… and weep the mellows hauntingly… across the ever blue…”

He then washes his hair, and the moment his face becomes wet, his paste white makeup begins to wither off his body. Finally, he removes his gloves, coat, and shirt, to reveal an entirely opaque skin that is a mixture of colors from creamy white to a filthy yellow. All the makeup falls off his face, and he looks at his own reflection.

Ezari: “These trauma’s will burden me until I die, won’t they?”

Memories of his adventure are floating behind his head, and he sees the death and violence, and the fading sight of his lost friends. He has his hand on his clothes, simply holding them there, as the current takes them, seeping through two grates of water-flow. He speaks to himself.

Ezari: “I gave a lifetime for a failed mission…”

Vairra: “You did no such thing.”

Scene: Ezari, unmoving, simply breaths. Vairra had entered the bath quietly, but Ezari, the Empath, knew her presence since she came down the hallway herself. She sits near the edge, grabbing a towel from a pile, and a canister of white makeup. Ezari moves to her, and she dries his head, looking into his eyes and seeing darkness. Sadness that didn’t even process. In the shade, his face simply looks like an ordinary one, but if its hit with light, you can see the alien.

He takes her hand with his right, and the towel from his left and wears it over his shoulder. She looks at him, then opens the makeup and applies it to his face again.

Vairra: “You have yet to report, but I know already. Of your command, the explorers… your… friends… they’re all dead. I am so… so sorry. Ezari. If there is anything I can do for the moment, ask me and I will. You have earned as much from me. We are all indebted to you. You stood against all fear and returned to the abuser, the oppressor, surviving an obvious horrible outcome.”

Ezari (calmly but shaken): “But… my lover Blynn did not.”

Vairra: “Can… Empaths love?”

Ezari: “… for a while… Even now, my memory of her fades. The callous and cold curse of the breed of me. Its so… unfair… that tomorrow I won’t feel anything.”

Vairra: “Blynn was… a sweet girl…”

Ezari: “And one of the like that I will never find one again amongst these people of our own catastrophes. This city will weep, but it is her father, the doctor who will suffer most. He loved her more than I did. More than I could even muster. I want to love better next time…”

Vairra: “Love is not a need for the future, Ezari. It is charming that you care but you’ll never succeed at this position with any love. It’s best for you to just indulge in pleasures so you ought naught be wasting the time away.”

Ezari: “You may know the future, Crystalline girl, but you truly know nothing of love. It may be the only sustainable ideology that prevents us all from becoming the murderers they fear. A Psyza Empath without love is a monster, and I have many graves to visit bear I prove it.”

Vairra: “There are other ways… more than one solution.”

Ezari: “And they are for other people, Argessa. And none of which make me succumb to valuing life. Without love, I am only a machine.”

Scene: Vairra’s hand stops, just before the slave’s face tattoo. He looks down at her hands, and up into her eyes. 

Vairra: “… should I cover the branding?”

Ezari: “… don’t waste the resources… I never do.”

Vairra: “You may find it easier to move on from the past if you can feel like you change it…”

Ezari: “That’s not how the mind behaves.. but yes, I am sure I could. It would just be difficult to sustain my power without the history. I could adapt to the future and become something else entirely, or I could thrive from the past, so long as the world itself improves.”

Vairra: “I think you might die for this country.”

Ezari: “I do every day.”

Scene: Ezari grabs her legs, and she is slightly aroused, but he simply moves her aside, and climbs out with his clothes. He dons his entire suit again, it soaking wet. He sends a burst of his power through, surrounding himself for a flashing moment with a single wave of blue light, and the water simply deflects off entirely, leaving him dry, the pool simply at his feet. 

Vairra: “Of all things of you I would never want anyone to go through, that is the one trick you have that I crave.”

Ezari: “There are plenty other things I can do that you crave, but I would never look at you the same. You’d just be… another disappointment to me. At least this way, we’d stay friends.”

Scene: A tool to scrape the water into the pool is there, and he goes to reach for it.

Vairra: “Don’t bother. I will clean up when I am finished. The King needs you more each second. Leave the petty service to someone else.”

Scene: Ezari nods, and leaves, without facing her. She begins to disrobe, but he is already gone. He walks the hallway again, leaving a few footprints behind on the floor from the water, and they fade into the carpet. In his mind, a memory of the first day in this cities old ruins replays, and he recalls moving vines and webs and filth on the solid stone floor. He remembers workers, scurrying about to build, hauling massive beams and stone bricks, fresh cut from the mason. As he re-enters the court room, he finds Dair Ken Vo alone, admiring the throne, and his hand is on the arm rest.

Ezari: “We’ve all come a long way, haven’t we?”

Scene: Dair turns to him, with his contemplative face turning into a face of overjoy. He immediately starts treading quickly across the throne room floor. Ezari’s tense expression is faded into an obviously more relaxed one upon seeing and hearing the enthusiasm he was so fond of in the king’s advisor. When the Advisor makes it to Ezari, it is about 1/3 of the way across the room, with Ezari covering more distance. 

Ezari: “You should settle down, Dair.”

Dairr: “EZARI!! Ha ha ha! You made it back!! I was so worried about you! I off’d to send out a rescue mission within a day of not hearing from you!!”

Ezari: “I would have advised strongly against it, had I been here to entitle myself to a choice.”

Dairr: “Mmwell, that’s why I did nothing! I thought of you and what you might tell me! Ha ha!”

Ezari: “You’re lying, old man. You sent them anyways, didn’t you?”

Dair: “Mmwell, *I* did nothing of the sort. You can take the decision up with the king ha ha ha!”

Ezari: “I hope they return. Our journey was perilous. I am… sole survivor. I lost them all.”

Scene: Dairr’s smile and mood fades, and his eyes become teary at the news.

Dair: “… oh, Ezari…”

Ezari: “We were… attacked in the caverns by beasts… overwhelmed… they reminded me of the old stories from the Cataclysm.”

Dair: “Monsters… fiends, the lot. I remember the stories of them hauling the corpses of children to simply leave out the dead as warnings. They built nests of corpses, Ezari. Human and Psyza, alike. Hunting as a pack to maliciously intimidate even the bravest of soldiers. The fact you survived at all terrifies me on a level I have only felt while watching that Aegis Omorro destroy everything in his wake.”

Ezari: “Surely… but…”

Dair: “… I am so sorry… I did not mean to interrupt. Please tell me, what happened.”

Ezari: “… I killed them all.”

Dair: “The pack?”

Scene: Ezari releases a dark look on his face that unsettles Dairr.

Ezari: “… the species.”

Scene: Dairr is taken aback, shocked and appaulled, but there is fear that Ezari disregards. Dairr stops himself. His sympathy for Ezari endured, knowing the anger he must have felt upon Blynn’s demise was expressed in a vengeance that would have destroyed anyone less than a Psyza Empath.

Dairr: “… Oh, Ezari…”

Scene: The sound of his voice was pity. Ezari’s eyes flinched and he had to refocus them, feeling the sadness, guilt, and briefly reliving the fading memory in crystal clarity of his dying lover before stowing away the emotions.

Ezari: “It was a… tactical choice. It… was, I think… maybe the only way… They had been preying on the outskirts of Amalgia for many moons since the slaves no longer worked the mines. I used it as a way to gain favor, spreading stories of a hero before people knew my name… I took their teeth, and I presented it the the Briar’s court. Had it not been for this, there would have been no fear of me.”

Dair: “There are other ways…”

Ezari: “People keep saying that to me, today.”

Scene: Dairr closes his eyes, scoffs and then smirks.

Dairr: “Ah. Must’ve been Vairra. A bit nosy that one, but I admire her efforts to rise above and take the challenges that no one else seems to have the skill or certainty.

Ezari: “I know her power, and her personality is quite a fit, but I often wonder why she is even here. Still, she does the job, and I like her company.”

Dairr: “Tuh. Don’t tell her that. She’s been trying to sleep with everyone in the court. I am not complaining, but I certainly won’t volunteer.”

Ezari: “Why?”

Dairr: “Probably never going to ask her that.”

Scene: Ezari laughs, Dairr joins in. It quickly dies down.

Dairr: “Ah, laughter at someone else’s expense. What. A. Treat.”

Ezari: “I don’t think a few hormones merits any form of disrespect, certainly, but I needed that laugh. Thank you.”

Dairr: “Ehhh… well… I could wait for the debriefing, I suppose, until after dinner?”

Ezari: “No… you need this, now. Time is crucial. I can stave off a sour mood, a sore body and hunger for a little while, while certainly we need to focus on the model paradigm. It takes time to move this many people, and honestly, if the Amalgian’s strike, they’ll be coming on horseback. We have months, not years. A year, at maximum.”

Dairr: “… Are they… warring?! Mobilizing?!”

Ezari: “Unclear. They still harbor a deep-seated hatred for the Empath, and though I believe sending me as Ambassador had many insightful advantages, ultimately I believe that it may have been seen as arrogance. The people, at least, were reactant to violence quite often, so much so that I actually had to steal pigments for the chalk-paste, and disguise myself as human.”

Dairr: “It makes sense… still, that must have been very difficult.”

Ezari: “Not at first. After days of it, yes. Barely enough food to go around, and if I would have been careless, they would have seen me eat slave-rations and I would have been done for. Where is the king? Shouldn’t he be here for this?”

Dairr: “Leozen is still in his study and is reflecting on his notes to solve some very serious issues we’ve been having since you’ve left.”

Ezari: “How serious?”

Dairr: “Direly so. They are… truly nightmares. But I am afraid none so irrefutably serious as war. Once I have found the best way to formulate this information, I will relay it to him, and you will go on rest leave for a few days and seek medical treatment for any… oh no.”

Ezari: “… Exactly right.”

Dairr: “… what are you going to tell the doctor and his family, Ezari?”

Ezari: “… exactly right…”

Dairr: “He may never forgive you. Us. The King. We may lose him forever, and now we cannot afford even a single man down, let alone the head doctor.”

Ezari: “We can tell him you received communications from an unknown Projie on the status of the mission, and that may afford us time, but he may be suspicious immediately…”

Dairr: “Ezari. How dare you? I will not lie to people under this banner of Vius. Even to protect a friend. If this court is ever challenged for its integrity and under attack from any enemy, even our allies, for the sake of our credibility, I will see to it that we are found preserved, both for the sake of faith and for justice.”

Ezari: “… no, you’re right. I… had an urge to save myself from this, and I saw a tactic that would be benificial for all sides, but the right one…”

Dairr: “Ezari, this is going to be hard. Even for you. Find it in your power to say the right thing. You can save them heartache, and it will allow a graceful descent that is recoverable, instead of consuming their trust and faith.”

Ezari: “… I worry that… I still see it as a way to protect myself in the future, by ensuring the doctor is available to *me* in a time of need. Of course, I see how it helps others, but… I don’t want to keep lying to myself and friends on who is more meaningful to me.”

Dairr: “How you can live under such irony is beyond logic to me.”

Ezari: “I exist in all realms of thought.”

Dairr: “Did you love her?”

Ezari: “I did. But its fading—“

Dairr: “DID YOU LOVE HER?!”

Scene: Dairr’s shout reverberates through the hall. Vairra listens behind the pillars, just out of view. She flinches at the sound and covers her ears. Ezari’s hand moves to defend himself, and eyes flinch and widen and his head shakes at the intensity, while his hair is blown slightly back from Dairr’s ability as a Projector.

Ezari: “I… do…”

Dairr: “THEN YOU WILL FIND A WAY.”

Ezari: “I… can’t…”

Scene: Ezari’s mind was shaken, and flashes of her memory comes flooding back into him. Glimpses at possible futures of being alone, and   all the times he would reach out and never connect again. Suddenly, the rarity of love reached him, and the lack of it penetrates his mind. He saw visions of him killing people, maybe fighting to defend his country, or maybe fighting to defend himself, and his callous and cold eyes ruined by an ever-growing lack of sympathy. He imagined people - his own people - cowering in fear before him as he slices them down for simply being witness to him. He dreams of being tied by his own chains and executed in court in front of all his friends, the king, and Dairr, because of his craving for Supremacy- the fear drilled into any empath to ever exist after what the man Vius did to Early Amalgia. He kept seeing her smiling, warm face, lift his spirits. ‘I’ll never let you go’ she kept saying. ‘I’ll never let you go.’

Ezari: “I-I-i… can’t… s-s-top t-thinking… about herrrr…”

Scene: Ezari, full on having a PTSD attack, clenches his head. Flashes of the beasts attacking, surrounding them in hordes. Ezari defending them. The court room, and Ezari is swinging his hand like he was then, not even seeing the reality. Dairr, surprised, takes a few steps back. Ezari swings his blade, and with his power, he moves it through the cavern beast, slicing one by one, two, five, eight, fifteen, twenty six, thirty two, fifty, seventy three, ninety one, two hundred, three, endless… climbing over corpses, keeping his team under his wing while his nervous system was burning his skin, himself screaming in pain. One swing gone wrong with the blade, and it was too late. The last memory he sees it her being eaten.

Ezari: “ I CAN’T believe I LET HER DIE… I can’t… it was my fault?! Why?! Why am I like this?! WHY DID I NOT PAY MORE ATTENTION?! WHY?! WHY WHY WHY WHY-y-y?! Why did I LET — HER—- die?!”

Scene: Ezari, in tears on the floor, holding her body in his memories. Barely there.

Dairr: “… find a way out, Ezari… come back to me.”

Scene: Ezari stops crying with a large grunt and inhales to steady his breath, taking several breathes to tame the quivering. Vairra is covering her mouth, as she holds back tears, pressing her head against the pillar. She leaves the room through the open front, taking a breath of fresh air outside the palace. She runs down the stairs and lets off a scream of anger and pain. 

Vairra: “WHY MUST WE ALL SUFFER?! WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO YOU?! WHAT HAVE WE DONE FOR THIS?!”

Scene: She looks at the storm-weathered skies. 

Vairra: “I… hate you… I HATE YOU!!! AHHHHH!!”

Scene: Vairra runs down the steps in tears. An angle where we can see the redness in her eyes and the frustration in he jerking arms. Then, Ezari, as his eyes readjust.

Ezari: “Dairr??…”

Scene: Dairr chokes back a sound of sadness in response to his name. He just hugs Ezari, as they both stay on the floor, Ezari, collapsed, and Dairr, crouching. Dairrs eyes close shut. Clenched as hard as his arms. His tears stream.

Dairr: “Ah.uh.. *sniffs*”

Ezari: “Why can’t I breath, Dairr?”

Dairr: “Because you aren’t alive anymore… but you will be… we will survive this, Ezari… we have to… we have to…”

Ezari: “Dairr… I can’t… see her anymore… I  forgot what she looked like. I forgot what she smelled like. All I remember is death…”

Scene: Dairr’s eyes open, and he contemplates. 

Dairr: “Is it…  really that quickly that your mind erases it?”

Ezari: “Its the longest I have ever held on to a memory. It is either I live it to its fullest potency, or I eradicate it and extrapolate it for data. Thank you for trying… I suppose I am lucky to it, that you’ve seen her, know her. All I can recall are concepts.”

Scene: Ezari’s eyes close, as he rolls them. He let out a sigh of a quick burst. He gets up slowly, separating from Dairr, and watches Dairr process his own emotions. Dairr furrows his brow momentarily, and picks himself up from the crouched position.

Dairr: “Then… I suppose I can stow my own tears for another day… perhaps the funeral…”

Ezari: “I am sorry to be so selfish. I have a mission to report. Let’s just… let’s just get this over with.”

Dairr: “… don’t be sorry to be yourself…”

Ezari: “Right… where should I begin?”

Dairr: “… ask ‘what is the most important details’, and start there. If it gets too raw…”

Ezari: “— Those emotions will never happen again. I believe it was because I defined so much importance for her, it clearly was an overreaction, and I regret it. My mind only does what it is designed to do after all.”

Dairr: “The Empath is so complicated.”

Ezari: “I couldn’t agree more. Dairr, I think it’s time to take a small break though. Perhaps it would be easier to relay if I wasn’t so… raw?”

Dairr: “I understand… I understand. Oh. Oh! Oh! You’re going to love tonights dinner! We had a new recipe found out by Soyo Ka’bar! It’s a deliciously seasoned steak from the forest game… and it doesn’t have any adverse affects to most of us…”

Ezari: “… that sounds… terrifying.”

End Scene.

Project updates include more character art (even than shown!) and animation, as well as original composition music, new promo scripts, and more!

After looking around, I finally secured an Animator for the project!

Animation for the promo will cost a little over $1000, but it does in fact come inclusive of the entire team, including musicians, voice actors, and the rest. However, I am still remaining on as head writer, storyboard artist and concept artist.

Thank you for waiting!

I will post occasional updates for you!

Thank you for your interest in Psychadica!

First and foremost, some roles are already cast, but you should tryout for any you feel you can do because this is a massive project with many characters.

My intent is to animate one scene approximately three minutes long for promotional use only so that I can create crowdfunding campaign.

I also intend to create several smaller voice only scenes to release as content that would act as supplemental promotional‘s so that audiences can get hyped for more content and be willing to pay more.

This could turn into a permanent position under the right circumstances but please, be willing to understand that during this time in history think many things are uncertain and subject to change, except the story and plot of the project itself.

if you were contacted you know that this is a paying position, but that I can only afford so much. I would love it if you volunteer some of your time but I would not ask for that because I understand reality is uncertain.

The audition roles available are below and I would ask you to submit a SoundCloud Youtube or Newgrounds link so that I can hear these lines and determine who is best suited for these roles. Not having a mean role does not necessarily mean that you will be overlooked in the series. There is plenty roles for extras to go around. The series contains seven books in total and Psychadica is the fourth book in the series. It’s plot alone could be 3 to 5 books worth, if not more than that. Not all of them were built for animation so I am starting with Psychadica because I know that it will be cheaper to promote the series.

This is a project designed to defy stereotypes, and is more serious and concerned about a level of confidence than anything. Each one of these people are desperate to survive, and trying to make life worth while.

Male Roles:

Multiple Male Roles to play characters

Aegis Omorro

Super Soldier, bears a heavy burden

Ezari Eschron

Enigma, but a compassionate person, and an espionage expert

Leozen Thrall

A soul struggling to keep a level head

Zado Takzen

The kindest soul to have ever been known, turned into a viscous serial killer

Dair Ken Vo

A Wise Old man, but not overdone. Just a little slower to contemplate words.

Renzen Argessa

A dying young boy who's actions change the world

Reynold Falkner

King of the Southern Lands, A clear voice, a hidden agenda

Briar King Moselley

King of the Western Empire, A subtle accent, clearly intelligent, enigmatic

Clan Father Patriarch of the Clan Lands

Clan Brothers Lords of the Clan Lands

Typically like talking to an educated scientist, researcher, or craftsman, but one willing to kill if necessary.

Romly

A sellsword with an urge to settle a life of adventure

The Messengers

Psychic Twins, one a sickly slave, one at noble court.

LaBarbarosa

Foreign Barbarians, can be accented as anything. Multiple roles available.

Bor Blaker

General to the Western Empire, accented as if an Egyptian, or Russian

Female Roles

Arissa Argessa

Ambassador, and Super Intelligent woman, also young, broken from trauma

Vairra Argessa

The Mysterious Crystalline Girl with powers unknown, can be sexy, often. Younger Sister to Arissa, older sister to Renzen.

Pahram Matriarch

The Mysterious leader of the Matriarch Clans, a total bitch. She's the worst. No, not someone to look up to as a power figure, either. She is someone that has power that everyone knows should not have power. She is the absolute worst.

Blynn Sorrum

Medical genius and agent, in love with Ezari Eschron, can have an accent.

Admiral Janna

Southern City district leader, accent. Barely speaks, due to injury sustained to throat, and has a deeper female voice.

Omorro

A foreign princess and long Dead memory, CFO of the Merchant's Guild, Aegis's Once Lover, accented, but elegant dialect.

Males/Female's, send sample of the following scripts to me for the audition (paid role, no pay for audition, sorry):

Aegis: "There is no escape from me, for I am the destructor, and I am the machine."

”Follow the phantom. Focus on the Pinwheel.”

Ezari: "You never could kill my hope. My understanding of it is far beyond your reach of mind."

”The human soul is one step away from my power. I am its master, maker, manifested.”

Leozen: "Thus, be an example, for we are all one with the tribe. One day, we will thrive."

”This was surely an exaggeration.”

Zado (good) : "I will find a way to prevent the suffering of all, if I ever even cannot live to see it."

Zado (evil) : "NO PRISON CAN CONTAIN MY KIND!! NO WEAKNESS CAN GO UNSEEN!!"

Clan / Bor / Romly: "There is a place for every one of us in this world. We work to live, not to die."

Romly / Dair : "I just can't seem to have the patience to wait for a world without war."

Arissa / Omorro: "The future lies with reasonable minds, capable cultures... no matter how many tears we've cried. I don’t believe in the vision, but I understand the mechanism. One day, we will… thrive.”

Vairra: "I know your secret. And the heroes of the future are in tune with how unstable the lie. So hold a respect for your confidence. It will be the only savior."

Blynn: "You are so much more than a way to make the world a better place. You are the pillar that binds it to keep the structure intact. And I will be there for you. No matter what."

Pahram: "Defiance is nothing less than the pathway to death. Do you remember the last night you were a slave? It will be the nostalgia of that fantasy that you crave until you're dying breath."

It’s been years since the conception of Psychadica and though it was once a stand alone story, its universe and the universe of Donnovaan and the Scribe as developed drastically into it’s own epic saga!

The initial project was riddled with errors, between the inconsistency with Animators and Funding, but after nearly a decade of developing knowledge and skill, the saga of the Psychic Kingdom and even more exciting adventures is now ready to continue!

Copyright (c) 2014 Riley Marengo

This is the script I have been trying to get into animation. I hope to recieve some good feedback from readers, but I also am putting this on the newsfeed to see if there are any more animators interested in the project.

Thanks for looking!

PSYCHADICA :: EPISODE ONE

SETTING
This scene takes place in a room underground, located in an ancient ruin of a castle, which once stood in the forest depths nearly 20 miles north of the Kingdom of Ishitara.
This room is approximately 50 ft2. The northern most portion of the room is a (15ft x 45 ft) platform which is level ground. There is a double door on the West side of this platform. Proceeding south along the floor, there is a sloped cage of metal bars which are the length of the room’s sides (45 ft east and west) and continue south for 30 feet at a 30 degree angle. Below this cage is a black pit stretching down at least 25 feet.
Continuing even further south is a centered platform, fastened in the air by chains which are meant to slowly lower a prisoner down into the pit and release the platform after a short time (at about 15ft from the ground of the pit the chains release the platform and retract into the walls) so as to not allow other prisoners to climb up using the chains. This platform is small and round. It is about 5 feet in diameter.
The chains fasten into the walls for the rest of the way back in 180 degrees. There is one chain set left and right of the platform, and one securing chain set for each 45 degree angle in between (180 and 0 degrees, 45 degrees, 90 degrees, 135 degrees). So basically the chains fasten in the shape of a cardinal compass.
The walls are tall- about 100 feet high- and along them are growing vines and plants which have crept in from the large crack in the cieling, showing the sunlight with a greenish hue.
Above everything, directly above the small round platform, is a tomb which is meant to encompass a prisoner. It is a solid structure 360 degrees around, and has a 4.5 ft round hole in the bottom to allow for what is on the round platform to be captured by and held inside of it.
 
CHARACTERS
Aegis Omoro, wounded skin all over and bandaged leg.
King Reynold Falker
Zado Takzen, bound to a stake by chains and unconscious at the beginning of the scene
Ishitaran royal Guard #1, standing left of the king
Ishitaran royal Guard #2, standing right of the king
Ishitaran Guard #1, standing guard at the door
Ishitaran Guard #2, standing guard at the door

SCENE ::
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The ishitaran guards open the doors to the left of the long platform, leading into this large room. In comes the King, his guards, and Aegis in a single file line in that order.
On the round platform and bound to the post by chains is Zado.
As the King, his guards, and Aegis continue towards the middle of the platform, Zado stirs awake, slowly.

KING FALKER
It’s about time the sedative wore off, isn’t it?

ZADO
Ohhhh…. (*sighing quietly)

KING FALKER
I suppose you are wondering where you are?

ZADO (looking down with his eyes closed and adjusting to the light, everything is blurred)
I was wondering how you caught me. I couldn’t give a damn where I am. I escape and I will find out where I am. Then I’m going to kill you, whoever you are.

KING FALKER
Unfortunately, that is impossible for you.

ZADO (opens his eyes wide and furrowed his brows, still adjusting)
You don’t know what I am.

KING FALKER
I know exactly what you are. A clairavoyant psychopath with a desire to rise above humans.

ZADO (his eyes have adjusted, and he can see clearly)
Ahhhh… It seems there was a traitor in our midst after all. The penalty is death for that, Aegis.

AEGIS
And to what end? When will you pay for your crimes against the world, Zado?

ZADO (his eyes glow violet, and pulsate a violet echo-like wave)
I have never betrayed the world. I am a part of its wonder. You betrayed the world when you let the human king live.

KING FALKER
So you admit to your crimes against the Kingdom of Ishitara? The sabatoging of my troops? The murder of my merchants? The inflitration of my market, my walls, and the destruction of several stone structures which include the treaty stone of Vius?

ZADO (beginning to wiggle and squirm at the chains which bind him)
I am only guilty of failing to bring down a sickness to the world…. but I’m not done yet.

KING FALKER
Lower the Seal, now.

AEGIS (eyes begin to glow violet and his face becomes enraged. He moves his hands and body to bring down the sealing tomb on to the platform.)
*grunts and growns

ZADO (his eyes pulse again)
I can escape this in twenty seconds, Aegis! Can you finish your action before I can rip out your throat?!

KING FALKER
Zado Takzen, I sentence you to life imprisonment for the crimes against the people of Ishitara and attempt to overthrow the king.

ZADO (his eye pulses again, and his arm breaks a bit of the chain)
NO PRISON CAN CONTAIN MY KIND! NO WEAKNESS CAN GO UNSEEN!

KING FALKER
That’s why I’ve built this special prison for you.

SCENE : The tomb slams down on the platform, causing the chains the strain themselves from the velocity, force and weight.

ZADO (can barely be heard)
What is this?! Why can’t I feel the world?! What have you done!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!

KING FALKER
It is a torture chamber, you miserable welp. I know your kind can sense the world. I know you can feel it always, and bond with it. You know its interworkings. I got to thinking… what happens when you cut a clairavoyant off from the world? Is it like ripping a childs favorite toy from him and burning it infront of him? So I found a material so dense that a clairavoyant is unable to see beyond with his mind. What’s it like in there? Dark? I added enough holes to breath and hear, but they are spread far enough apart to not contribute to any strutural weakness in the casing. You may find it difficult to survive more than a week, but who knows? There are hundred of insects crawling in the pit below you. They could help sustain you for a bit longer.

ZADO (still nearly inaudible, being lowered by the chains)
NO! I WILL KILL YOU FALKER! AND AEGIS! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! AND I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT! I WILL WEAR YOUR BONES AS ARMOR! WEILD THEM AS WEAPONS! I WILL CUT AND SLASH ALL THOSE WHO YOU LOVE WITH YOUR SPLINTERED REMAINS!

SCENE : Aegis returns to his stance before. His cast is bleeding a bit through, and he is sweating. The King turns and faces him.

KING FALKER
I apologize for forcing upon you an extrenious activity and causing you harm. Come. We must get you to rest.

AEGIS
I thank you for you hospitality.

KING FALKER
I owe you a great deal for saving my life, and acting selflessly and heroically when all others cowered away.

AEGIS
You are too kind.

SCENE: All individuals head toward the doorway.

KING FALKER
I also apologize for involving you in such an ordeal as this. But I’ve found that humans are no match to imprisoning your kind. As much as I’ve sworn against it, and still hold my vows to your kingdom as much as I do to my own, there are some terrible things that cannot be combatted with politics. Some terrible creatures that cannot be tamed with reason.

SCENE: There are stairs just beyond the doorway. The royal guards continue up them first. Then, at the base of the stairs, Falker turns to face Aegis.

KING FALKER
I hope you also understand that the events which have occurred are not to be discussed furthermore for protecting my image and protecting the integrity I hold in the treaty of Vius. If King Leozen were to hear I contained and imprisoned a psionic illegally and in secrecy, there would be issues of trust in our future arrangements.

AEGIS
I promise you, this is a monster you have detained. You have given it the most merciful of punishments as compared to what it deserves. So I will also promise you that not a single word will be spoken about the events which have occurred. As far as I know, Zado Takzen was killed by a collapsed building. No will know differently. Especially the king.

SCENE END

Copyright (c) 2014 Riley Marengo

TO THE TEAM :: Hello Team! I apologize for not messaging on our Skype forum, but I have lost access to wireless internet for my own computers and had to resort to using public access computers which have proven both inefficient and slow, so not alot gets done. If you haven't been reading my posts, I don't know what to tell you. I'm working on getting internet back and will be messaging you individually when I have more time.

To the PUBLIC :: Here are some new updates on the character's backstories and personalities in Psychadica:

Vairra’s Journal entry 1

I learned to write much faster than I was supposed to. It was just as fast that I learned to conceal my ability to aquire skills. Why should I have to was the biggest battle of my life. “Why should I have to withold myself from acheivement and advancement when I could accel far beyond this worlds expectations? When I could not only write history, and make a new version of which I can dictate, but I can reform the perception of the world– rewrite imagination–?

I struggled with this because it was my desire to excel far beyond the life of drudgery. I look at the world in both apathy and pity, as I feel nothing for something which can offer me nothing, but I feel sorry for something that can never surpass the state that it is in without some sort of cataclysmic intervention.

And all of this is why I am the way I am because of my gift. I am the only living psychic on our Aerth that can see the future. Its unimaginible to the psychics because they can understand the complexities of the world. They understand things that humans will never know because they have the ability to understand things as well as the ability to admit that they don’t. But they don’t believe me. They can’t. They believe that they is simply too many variables that can change the future to be able to accurately predict it.

The thing is that I can see the absolute version of the future because I am not calculating anything that isn’t the absolute truth. I’m not actuallly doing any of the work at all. When the mind tries to intervene and solve a problem itself, it has the ability to misinterpret signals and disrupt any correct path of circutry or the natural fluid motions. It underestimates. It over estimates. It tries to mix the truth with its own interpretation of the truth. The paradigm poisons the tangible because it always defeats it through paradox. I don’t allow myself to think about what I see. I allow my body to be an absorbant of the world around. I soak up all the knowledge and all the information. I’m not aone of a kind. I am a clairavoyant- one with the ability to understand the phsycics and the functions of my surroundings. I am just the leading frontier of a new kind of psionic. I don’t concern myself with competition, nor do I have any desire to make it happen. My life is a secret to the world. Yet it seems that my constant practice of my innovation has left me with its own unique markings.

It is well known that our kind- the psy- have a unique opaque skin quality and texture. It makes some of us look porcelien, and other look as if they wear a gel layer ontop of pale skin. It can be disgusting to look at even. We resemble humans in form, but our outer layers are a definite signal that we are beyond. Its no wonder we are hated sometimes. It is as if we are creatures from a distant star trying to pretend we are of this world. But I know my kind. I know we can’t help this feature, and it hurts to be someone who is unchangably unnacceptable. Most Psy put a white cream over thier faces to cover up the gel-like layer. It can almost succeed in making one of us look like a sickly human. Some of the other psy’s paste sealeo skin to thier face and paint over that, which has a better effect, but it renders the psionic abilities less effective exponentially, as our skin is this way to absorb the light of our star and use to fuel the incredible feats we can accomplish.

My skin is incredibly unique. It is not one or the other, but it can be both. Like I dilute my natural skin the moment I use my gifts. I abosrb and use imediately. I cannot store energy. That would require too much cellular mass. No, Instead I convert it and burn through consistantly my ability. That ability to burst can increase my thought processing power nearly twelve times the original.

My skin completeley dissapears, and even my bones seem to be clearer then most. I have deemed to calling myself Pvondur Vai’irra, which means Body of crystilline. Most people call me simply Vaiirra, or the crystilline girl.

Zado’s Journal Entry 1

I love my name. Zado. It has a ringing of greatness to it. You could hollar it down a long hall, loud and slow, and the echoes would feel so sweet when they return. They would shake me from the inside and comfort what ever form of life is in me.

I find it amusing to be arrogant and selfish. Its a game to me. Its not actually a real trait I have, but it definitely is fun to role with. Some people would find it odd or offputting, but I don’t care. I don’t value ‘emotions’ or however people hold themselves. I’ve seen slaves rise up to men in my lifetime, and I’ve seen men cower to dh’ogs, or fight like viscious nova. It all changes and its moment to moment. How can you value you that? What does it gain you to waste yourself on every small detail? No. Its always been the bigger picture for me. I have always been satisfied to know that everything I’m doing is leading to something.

I’ve been around thousands of psy’s. And unlike them, I’ve never been dissatisfied with my ‘gifts’. I love mine. I cherish mine. It is the only thing that helps me sleep at night. Why wouldn’t ot? It lets me know that I’m safe. It lets me know that I am the only one around.

Clairavoyance. If it were a girl, I’d marry her, and I wouldn’t get off her until she begged.

Oh, you don’t know how sweet it is to know everything. You don’t know what its like to have so much power. I don’t envy you. I urge you to envy me, though. I love it when people send off thier emotions, thier pheremones. It makes them so easy to control.

I had so much fun growing up. Every word was a science project, every expression was a subliminal message. Twist this way, get this result. Twist that way, get a different result entirely. It took me years to learn myself. I assume that it is more difficult to be a human. They don’t have the access to the knowledge that I do. I have knowledge of many things. What is sturdy, what is hollow. What is capable for life, what is not. What is a fatal mistake and what is a truth. I convinced people I could read thier minds. I just heard thier pulses, I just read thier scent, I just tasted thier words. Were they bitter? Were they sweet? Were they true? Were they lies?

I admit. My mind can seem a little dark. I do regret reserving a little self control at an earlier age, but I didn’t know any better. Scars are a great teacher, but they also are a perfect way to ruin the skin forever.

I feel that way about my Aerth. The ground beneath me is like my skin and the sky is like the hairs on my neck. Its all a part of me. I am sad when it is hurt. Yet whay am I so happy when I destroy it?

I struggle to stop myself from letting my mind wonder off into the self psychological analyzing. It makes me think to hard about the wrong things. Makes me waste time and energy on trying to understand something I don’t neccessarily need to understand.

I have never felt I needed to understand myself to be good at what I do. I don’t think on it because I know that I can accomplish great things and not know a thing about the details. People who get obseessed with them are like parasites. They suck up too many resources to accomplish too meaningal of tasks in a justification for survival. I has a parasite once. I ripped it from my flesh and I sucked the blood out of it. Taking back what was mine.

I’m curious, now. Would a parasite be able to transfer my power to someone else?

Oh, now this I must find out.

Aegis’s Journal Entry One

I preferred being a slave, I think. It was less thinking. It was less responsibility. You just did your job or you got beat. There was none of this complicated thinking or this “always trying to rise above yourself” way of life. I had no regard for others back then. I never had friends because everyone was always wondering why I was talking to them and trying to communicate with them. You know, putting them on the spotlight. Things like that. They were always cold. They’d look at me like I was stupid and like I was doing something I shouldn’tve been. What I bring that up for is that they still do that same thing. Except not to me. I’m this great ‘hero’ in thier eyes. I have to be treated differently, to them.

I just hate it because its like its a mindless action they take. Like its natural to them to see me and to think I always deserve a compliment just because I fought in the most winning battles. They don’t understand what it takes from me to survive.

I didn’t fight in the most winning battles to them, I won those battles. All of them. In thier eyes. They don’t see the fear in the enemy. They do know that I see the life running before thier eyes when I stand above them. They don’t care for whoever fought next to me and put more effort or more sacrifice into thier actions. They see me. They make carved figures of me. I don’t know why. Maybe its like they want me to be a symbol, but I don’t think its that. I think this is like they want to be me, and be faced with me. They want to hold me in thier hands and play life through my body. It distrubs me. It just is a flawed way of thinking, but I can’t help that. I just have to trudge on and fight to survive. I don’t live in the mines anymore. I’m not an Amalgian rock slinger. I am a soldier now. I’m a leader.

Okay, yeah. I’m a leader. But being treated like I am the only one who has a desirable life simply enfuriates me. I feel like none of these other people know that they need to live thier lives and assume thier own roles and thier own duties to the kingdom because this kingdom falls apart without them. It like I’m swarmed everywhere because I’m desirable, and I’m desirable because I’m- what exactly? I’ve killed hundreds of men. I’ve seen thier insides when I crush them against a surface. I’ve seen them splatter to sickening gooey pieces when I throw them high upwards and they come screaming down. That is torture to know I’m allowing the last few seconds of someones life to be consumed and dominated by just fear and pain. I don’t care about the fanatics. Thier minds are trapped in a persepctive that I can’t relate to anymore. I am not a child. I’m this hunter killer.

I live this way. I live to fight and kill and do all the things that disgust me because I am the best at dealing with it. I am a rock in my mind and a swift breeze in my fights. I am the shield to my way of life. I am the crushing force to anothers. I am a wall to my kingdom and a voice for it.

Ambassador Aegis Omoro. Man, I hate that name.