What's the most creative thing you've ever done? The most challenging project?

I've done a shitty indie game and put it on steam like half a decade ago, it embarrasses me when I look back but I'm still proud of myself being able to get the project done. I will probably never create any game again after that tho due to the amount of works game development needs.
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Couple of big tabletop roleplay campaigns back in the day back when I was a teen. All custom world building with big old maps drawn across yards of isometric paper and a few big bits of cardboard scenery (all I could afford) that were really cool.
I also wrote all the way up to chapter 5 in around 30-40 crappy starts at novels at the same point in my life.

Work took over my creative life after that. I built a tattoo portfolio, got myself through the door and have since had the pleasure of doing a good few long haul projects (sleeves and back pieces that can take a client months-years to build) that I'm chuffed with.

Honestly, I miss my crappy sci-fi world building though, wish I still had the time to give it another go now that I'm grown and disciplined.

One day I'm gonna save and rent a cheap cabin for six months with no Internet and a wealth of stationery; wherein I either go mad or I FINALLY complete The Big Project.
 
I wrote a book, edited the text (which took at least four times as long as it did to write), designed a front cover and self-published.

I am currently writing another.
 
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I used to try and talk to chicks on the beach that were jogging. they’d always have dogs with them and blow me off.

Yeah I could have looked better but still they were renown for blowing guys off and running with their stupid dogs. Cock teasers.

One day a friend of mine was training his dog and put the silent whistle down next to my cigarette and I picked it up by accident and put it in my mouth.

A brain storm hit me. A moment of genius as I surpassed Einstein, Dirac and Newton.

I took a cigarette and emptied the tobacco out and stuck the whistle in my cigarette. Back down at the beach those bitches would run past and I’d “take a puff” and the dogs would go nuts; disobey their owners and come and get a pat from me.

The girls would apologize and I’d say some shit like “well you know dogs are good judges of character…and dogs love me”.

It worked.
 
Creativity is my main thing in life.
As a kid, I used to make my own toys, sculptures, board games, comic books etc.
I've made 1 game for the Commodore 64 with my friends once, it was trash.

Nowadays, I mainly make music and dance.
Been doing both for over 20 years now.
I make a bit of money from it, not enough to make a living yet but I'm patient.
I've sold my music to people on this website :)

I would honestly not know anybody without my creative endeavors.
It's a great way to be social and meet people.
You always have something impressive about yourself that others don't.
Especially dancing helped me.
Once you can dance well, you can be an autistic weirdo like me and still get laid :D
 
I've done a shitty indie game and put it on steam like half a decade ago, it embarrasses me when I look back but I'm still proud of myself being able to get the project done. I will probably never create any game again after that tho due to the amount of works game development needs.
Are you the creator of the award winning indie game Phucker in the Ashes?
 
In high school shop class, I made a cabinet, an end table, and a cigar box.

I also made shurikens, a mallet, and a blow gun that would shoot pens and pencils. I somehow didn't get caught.

Currently, I like to make one-decade rosaries out of paracord. It's handy for praying when I jog, plus I have a tendency to lose or break them.
 
I wrote a poem when I was around 12 or so.

My father and uncles are all intellectuals and incredibly intelligent men, and they share a love of poetry. My father approached one of my uncles one day and presented him with my poem, then asked him "who do you think wrote this?". After a moment's thought, my uncle guessed "T.S Eliot?".

To say I was flattered when I heard this story years later would perhaps be something of an understatement.
 
I painted dicks in the highschool toilets with my shit, once. That was pretty hard. Not the painting, persay, but gathering enough poop materials to draw as many willies as possible. I had to eat a very specific diet to make my poop as plentiful as possible. I had to do this, while not raising suspicion among my parents and had to paint at very specific times where no one else was in the toilets so I wouldn't get caught. Eventually, I sadly would get caught, and the janitor beat the shit out of me. Quite literally. When he delivered the final blow, I fell onto the ground and released my bowels. Spraying the janitor's legs with hot stinky fox shit
 
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