I'm finally making a change with myself and my work.

All my previous works are getting canceled and vaulted until I can get an outcome as good as the idea. My Perfect Family has a completed script, just the art style takes too much effort/work than I'm willing to invest. Emotesters have been dead for a while because the idea of monsters based on emotion got stale. Wrestaur's Journey: The Topley Cut was meant to be an improved version of another story I wrote. Because I was unhappy with the original. I stopped writing because I had no clue where to go with my work. I just had no ideas for future chapters. That story will be unfinished until I can write something worth writing for it.

For a while, I'm locking my unfinished work away until I can get the power to make them. There will be no more longer works for now. I wanted to get the best content possible in the shortest amount of time possible. I felt I needed to make good work and fast to not disappoint anyone. I had a talk with my mom and opened up about my issues.

I now have a change of heart. I'm dropping everything and lifting the weight of how I think people would think off of me. As much as it sucks for some of my ideas to be (temporarily) thrown out. I think it's for the best I just slow down. Back then, I was afraid of not being able to do everything I want to do. I wanted to do them head-on so I would be a good content creator. I wanted to be the youngest, quickest to make good content. With a new perspective, I'm slowing down to make something as good as possible.

I was going through a sort of crisis/collapse. So I'm finally gonna wait before I make what I want.

I now can't guarantee I will continue the works I have canceled. But that doesn't mean I can't take samples of them to use in future projects. I'm now gonna take my time to do what I want.

If you are an artist yourself, I recommend doing this. Slow down. The longer the wait, the better the outcome. Quality over quantity. Juggling school and the internet/potential career is very complicated. Especially with low money, limited time, and limited supplies.

Be disappointed if you want, I still have other works that I think are good. I hope to make great pieces soon.

-Charles. T

This is the 10th and probably last Tales of Terror from Reddit video.

The very first “Studio Ghibli” film. This was made by Topcraft and released by Toei. But was made by Hiyao Miyazaki and the guys who would eventually found the company. This movie was made as a Manga/Comic series first. Which ran for 59 chapters. I watched it recently on HBO Max. The version was Disney’s dub distributed by Gkids. Thank god it’s not Warriors of the Wind.

Pros: Nausicaa is a pretty nice, sweet, good looking protagonist. Nausicaa’s looks sometimes reminds me of Sailor Moon. The animation was cool for the Great Warrior. The Mayor of Pejite reminded me of Lupin III by facial expression. The Ohm are pretty wonderful shelled creatures. The glider and post apocalyptic world reminds me of TLoZ: Breath of the Wild. The film has a definitive ending.

Cons: The Great Warrior’s amount of screen time is disappointing. The Warriors of the Wind dub was so bad.

Rating 8.9/10

Overall: Hiyao Miyazaki made a film that exceeded my expectations for an anime film. I’m starting to get more into anime. The only anime stuff before this was Pokemon, Yo-Kai Watch, Beyblade, Akira, Ghost in the Shell, and My Neighbor Totoro. I now see Studio Ghibli films as the Pixar of Japan. Also as a gateway drug for Japanimation/Anime. If only that squirrel-fox was a Pokemon. If you’re looking to get into Studio Ghibli or Anime in general, start here. You can watch either the Japanese original or the English dub. Thanks to the studio’s no edit rule, you can watch any version of it. But never Warriors of the Wind.

I’m writing a review on Disney/Pixar’s Turning Red. The newest Pixar film as of 3/12/2022.

This movie was an unusual experience. Felt like a 3D anime film. When I heard my siblings playing the film in the other room while I made this comic, it sounded so dramatic.

Pros: I enjoyed everyone’s facial expression, especially the eyes. The animation reminds me of an anime or The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker. The red panda thing is an awesome concept. The climax with the giant red panda felt like some Godzilla movie. There was a Simpsons reference at the beginning of the film.

Cons: The mother felt like a Karen. The mother/perfect daughter relationship feels like Brave all over again. The emotions to power the red panda feels like a Hulk/Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde clone. Should someone call the Canadian government or animal control on the red panda TF thing? No? Just asking. Bringing this up because it’s kinda an afterthought.

Rating: 7.1/10

Overall: I thought the movie was cool with the setting and animation. The story feels like Brave with a side of red pandas. I like the dramatic moments and this red panda curse. The idea of turning into one sounds like something a superhero would have. Friendly Neighborhood Red Panda Person, anyone? I could pause the film on any frame and the facial expression feel funny. Like Toon Link from Wind Waker.

Sarah from SarahDoesCartoons made this drawing of my character Charcoal. She nailed his design. It looks amazing.

Link to the narration.

I thrashed violently, struggling to disentangle myself from the wet webs sticking my body to the chair. That's when I noticed there was a pig sitting at the table next to ours. It had a fork, and it was eating itself.

The pig smiled at me and said, "Try the pork Bob, it's delicious!"

My name isn't Bob, and even stricken with abject terror, I recognized the futility of arguing with a demonic pig.

All the revulsion, the abominations, and the sheer impossibility of the night suddenly stuck in my guts, swelling upward, into my chest, welling up in my throat until I couldn't take it any longer and starting vomiting violently. A geyser of white milk shot out of my mouth, cascading to the floor and pooling up around my feet.

Zeb looked at me and said, "Huh, maybe you're lactose intolerant."

I fell forward, caught in midair by the few strands of webbing that still held me. For a moment I hovered there, exhausted, looking down at half-digested sprinkles and gummy bears floating in the sea of bile and milk I had just produced.

Then the webs gave way and I crashed to the floor, making a splash as I landed. The shock knocked me back to my senses. The full weight of the danger dawned on me. Panic struck. I flailed around, fighting to get my footing.

Zeb saw me struggle and stood up. "Hold on there fella, I'm coming."

He reached out with one of his big meaty hands as he drew closer. As he leaned in, the maggot in his torso spasmed with anticipation.

I'm not sure if I meant to kick Zeb, but I did. My foot struck his knee, making a squishy splat noise as it landed. He stumbled backwards from the blow, slipping on the liquid coating the floor. As he toppled onto his back, Zeb let out a sharp squeal. The fall must've taken the wind out of him, because he didn't move. The worm that was his stomach did though, its fat little limbs grasping at the air helplessly.

Finally my strength came back, my sense of reality returned. I felt better all of a sudden, and managed to hoist myself off the floor. I didn't bother to even look at Zeb, I just turned and ran to the front door as fast as I could.

The vaguely humanoid pile of spinach that Stacy had turned into shouted from behind me, "The milkshakes are on the house!"

I shot through the door, and felt the cleansing night air on my skin. I ran straight to my car, got in, and drove off. Everything was a blur. I couldn't think, couldn't make sense of anything. Terror slowly gave way to relief, tinged with a lingering unease. Revolting thoughts tugged at the corners of my mind. Fortunately I managed to keep them from seeping back in, mostly.

A full day had gone by before I remembered Denise. I left her there. Didn't even give second thought to saving her. I doubt there was much I could have done anyhow. Still, poor Denise. Oh well. I've been surprised at how little leaving her behind has bothered me. Time moves on, and so do people I guess.

I do get nightmares, occasionally. Now and then a disembodied sense of sickness creeps over me. For the most part though, I've gotten on with my life. I can't say for certain how real any of this was. I mean, Richard and Denise were real, and they are missing. But I know I wasn't in my right mind that night. Something happened though. A year later I finally mustered the courage to drive by the place. Nothing was there. No restaurant, no parking lot, no indication there was ever even a building there. Richard never mentioned the name of his friend who recommended the diner, so that's a dead end. Not that I'm eager to find it. But who knows? Maybe you will. If you do, take my advice; don't try the milkshake.

They looked at each other like I was crazy, like anyone would. However, they assured me that they would have the police department look into it. After investigating the police found nothing, no blood. No broken glass, no foul smells. No Alex and all the animatronics were in their proper places. It's been almost a month. Alex was never found. My aunts and uncles still cry their eyes out every day. My parents don't even talk to me. But what kills me the most is knowing the evils that are inside of that place, that family oriented place. And that even if I told anyone what happens, they would think I'm crazy. I can't prove what happened to Alex. But I know that whatever happened to those fucking robots and everything to do with it.

I could see that the curtains on the stage had been opened again. I could have sworn they'd been shut after the show. I didn't want to turn my head in fear of what I was expecting to see. But before I could give myself more time to think I turned my head to the stage to see chicken Freddy on the stage. There was a third one I knew those a third one. The bunny. The bunny was missing. Where was the bunny? I was able to make out in the dog the heads of the two animatronics facing me. They ran out of there as quickly as I could back into the dark hallways. I stopped to catch my breath. But I heard something coming down from the hall. There were footsteps coming my way. Oh save somebody was there. I ran closer to the source of the footsteps yelling for help. as I got closer, I slowed down, noticing that the footsteps were very heavy, unnaturally heavy for human being. I stopped thinking something wasn't right. The flickering light ahead of me didn't provide enough light to see the source of the footsteps yet. As the footsteps got closer enable without a screen.

The robot started walking toward me. And that instant I ran to the nearest room which happened to be a security room. Look for anything to defend myself with.

There were no weapons, but there was a button on the wall that seemed to be a door control. The footsteps were getting closer almost outside the room. I ran to the wall and threw my fist onto the button, causing a giant door to close down to the floor.

The Cinemacom Channel (Main channel) is on hiatus (On pause).

Reasons why: Lack of viable ideas, ideas that are too ambitious/expensive, inconsistency, and requiring more people.

Watch me on Cinematunes Records, making videos on there is easier than for the main channel. I make creepypasta readings, podcasts, music, audiobooks, and I upload semi-weekly.

Sorry for any disappointment, the most I had time for on my main channel were shorts, some edited stuff, and memes. I hope to return better than before on my main channel.

Link to Cinematunes Records:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkKsCiDQJICd3WpTGvqbH7Q

I post art and literature if I'm not making YouTube videos:https://www.deviantart.com/cinemarts

I have a tsunami of schoolwork coming. In fact, until the end of the school year. (Next month on the 14th) I’m gonna put all of my work on hold.