Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
Some of my prior comics accidentally repeated pictures. Please check them out again as I believe I've fixed them all now.

Two days after the end of their exams, Dido, Trish and many of their classmates went out to celebrate the end of their exams and with it, their first year as students. They bailed out after the fourth pub as the rest were heading to a nightclub.

Day 1

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Padre’s story, and momma’s – and mine, and Ximo’s, and Domingo’s – were all intertwined with the man sitting across the table. Did I want to know his side of it? Could I trust anything he said?

I started to do a countback on my booze intake, and Sammy clearly noticed, laughing out loud.

“None of us bothered tonight, mate. Not asking for a go/no go tonight, just setting a seed. That’s your mate over there, I believe”

The last confused me, until I saw where he was looking, which was in the direction of a very lost-looking Neil. As I started to move, Maz tugged me gently back.

“The lad’s turn, darling. See?”

Ish was already there, hugging my, our friend while clearly struggling to explain why he had some young woman attached to one hand.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Cathal O'Neill starts a new career, makes new friends and opens up new opportunities.

Dear Readers, this is the continuing saga. I would appreciate any feedback. Constructive criticism is important to me as I am writing this story. Thanks.

Chapter Fourteen

Tiffany called Gina as she drove from their new digs out to the band house. “How long’s it been since we’ve hung out?”

I converted the rest of my wallet to more of a woman’s wallet, including the other cards inside at least converting to show my new name, not knowing whether they were going to be good for anything. Then I grabbed some bag from my pile of other possessions and turned it into a small purse also matching my current outfit. I put my license in the wallet, my wallet in the purse, and also put my lipstick and phone in.

Wolfe County, Kentucky, March 15, 2001:
A poor, uneducated young teenage girl of fifteen years old gives birth to a baby girl. The thirty-year-old man who had gotten her pregnant stood just outside the bedroom where two older women helped her through the birthing process. The older man had been hoping the girl would give him a boy, instead of a girl. He wanted a boy to carry on his bloodline.