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			<content type="html"><![CDATA[When I was young, it has always been my dream to be a member of the Hotdiggedydemon fan site. Though, I thought the dream would be out of reach, I continued to climb for my goal. 
    
    At age five I discovered Hotdiggedydemon's phenomenal work. I was incredulous of this guy being legit, then I saw "The Story of Skunk Head". I watched the movie in a sort of trance as my diminutive mind tried to make sense of what was going on. Through and through, I was drooling at the end of the movie. I pondered the film for a year, wondering the moral behind it, the true reasoning. But one night, on my dog's third birthday, I settled for an answer, which left me very pleased. That was the same year my sister passed on, which led me in an onslaught of depression, and a spring of suicidal thoughts and actions. 
    
    At age ten, After three years of getting my acts together (One in an asylum) I picked up the pieces and tried to set for a new goal. But something silly and awe inspiring was dancing in the back of my head. I couldn't catch the dancer, he was too sly, too agile, but when I finally caught him, I realized that that dancer was actually Hotdiggedydemon. I watched all of his movies, tried to be like him, tried to make funny puns, make stories with a deeper feel, a deeper meaning. But to no avail.
  
    I found myself walking in my local park a lot. I saw the other children my age playing with friends, joking around, and fiddling with their toys and gadgets. I never really did fit in with them, I felt like I could do something better with myself. 
    
    For the next five years I studied hard, mainly in the fields of art, to find a way to express myself. The only one that caught my interest, surprisingly enough, was writing. In writing, there was no stress of art. I painted the picture in my reader's head. Through high school I took courses in writing. Inspired by Hotdiggedydemon's witty flashes, I made many stories, and won many awards and contests for my work. I got that boost if confidence I had been longing for. But at the end of my senior career, I found all my other academic courses were struggling. I didn't get a high enough degree for the college I was wanting. And I never got anything to help with the funds of college. I found myself wound in another knot of depression, and anxiety. Stress was overwhelming, but I could always find comfort in my writings. No limits, I could be free. Sometimes I wished I could just live in my work. But I had to face reality and go to college. 

    I managed to scrap together enough funds for it, along with help from family and went to Florida State University. There, the highlights of my life. I wasn't the party type, but my work blossomed. I didn't care for alcohol, I only wanted to continue to improve on my writing. On my sophomore year, a pretty, young lady walked in front of the board and read a text from her own work to the class. I was astonished by how well written, and how well put together she had her story. When she sat down, and the class got back to work, I asked her if I could see her paper. She implied and I read what she had. Her work was similar to that of Hotdiggedydemon's and I believe that's what caught my eye. She and I began dating, and on our fifth year, I proposed. Tear struck, she smiled and nodded. 

    In the next decade, we had two boys, and owned a house of our own. Surprisingly, we made a very good living off working together to make wonderful books. Though none have won any famous awards, they won plenty of best in shows, and gave us extra cash. And one day, in my thirties, I sat down and hoped around on the Internet. Then I recalled that one film I witnessed. "The Story of Skunk Head" I thought it was. Of course Google answered that for me, and I sat down and watched it again. It felt like an eternity had passed when the credited rolled by and the replay button appeared. I sat my head down on my desk, and found myself crying. How this one movie changed the entire course of my life is astonishing. I watched the rest of Hotdiggedydemon's movies and was not disappointed. 
   
    At the end of the night, I glanced at the clock, and found myself smiling. It's late and I've been watching those movies all night. I went to my kid's room to see how they where, then my wife, and both were in a serene sleep. I went back to my work space and went back on the Internet. I hoped on Hotdiggedydemon's website, and used an account I made a long time ago to write a proper introduction. And here I am. 

Hello, I am theobvious, how are you?]]></content>
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