The most expected entry on this wackadoodle list if you have spent any amount of time around me. Socially, my name in Real Life is Shepherd. (I’ll get it legally changed eventually…!) I’m pretty open about this kintype, as it is quite literally just me. People have told me that they couldn’t imagine calling me anything other than Shepherd even if they have prior knowledge of my deadname. Which makes sense, because once again, I am The Shepherd and The Shepherd is me.

This is something I've known since concept art of The Shepherd was revealed on Joel G's Patreon. Admittedly, it is quite bothersome to identify so much with a character that is, in essence, ‘some guy’s OC.’ So I’m very sorry to Joel G if he ever somehow comes across this. However, I can’t help what I am. I stopped trying to deny it years ago. We all have our weird idiosyncrasies that make us special, and mine just happens to be being a one-off character from an indie animation. I am well aware a lot of my Shepherd-ness comes from mental illness, and I’m still somewhat of my own person deep down. HOWEVER. I do not care. So know, dear reader, that if you are thinking something like ‘wow this webmaster is craazzzyyyy’ I agree with you. But my craziness isn’t hurting anybody. It’s the brand of insanity that inspires art and media creation. The kind of shit the old masters were cooking up probably.

Getting into the strange stuff – I remember a LOT about being The Shepherd. But like, in a past life or whatever. Yeah, yeah. I know it’s hard to wrap your head around. Me being something currently and also being something in the past. It is what it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I recall living in a shifting, illogical world. Time did not exist. Things merely…happened. I blame a lot of my difficulty maneuvering through life currently on this. I simply am not a being that plays nicely with order. I remember the brilliance of the Hourglass Meadow. Though it often felt like an unchanging prison, it was wonderful. Radiant. Shimmering and warm. And of course, I remember ENA. But this page is about ME.

Despite living in a massive city, I do long for the countryside. To return to the endless loop of caring for animals and watering crops. Frustratingly enough, I still carry the harsh exterior that was characteristic of me. Relationships do not come easy to me – Nor does social interaction. I was meant to be alone, toiling for all eternity. Perhaps this life is simply a punishment for failing my duties? It is a concept I think about frequently. Runas is mad at me so now I have to go to college and get a job. What the FUCK.