A completely normal collection of observations about James Hogan, his questionable internet habits, and his long-standing obsession with freaky fan art, weird edits, and emotionally confusing images. Nothing unusual is happening here.
It started simple. One weird piece of fan art. Then another. Then another. Now the folder is “accidentally” 40GB.
Art becomes less normal over time. Faces shift. It gets freakier. Somehow… better (to James Hogan).
At this stage, only “freaky ahh edits” are acceptable. Anything too normal is immediately discarded.
Looks at freaky fan art “for research purposes”.
Same images viewed repeatedly. No explanation given.
He starts to lock in on gooning. His room is covered in white goo!
Subject now refers to everything as “peak” or “mid”. Reality is optional.
Checks fan art before anything else. Even breakfast waits.
Believes “slightly freaky art is more honest than perfect art.”
“Too clean. Needs something… freakier.”
When fan art is so freaky it stops being normal, and is now just straigt up "Porn".
James Hogan does not simply view freaky fan art. He curates it, replays it, studies it, and even goons to it.