Hello, my name is Alan Kimbrel: gamer, historian, chef, voice actor, and sentient meme. Despite the glaring red flags presented to those around me, I am the first and current president of the Creator Club at Georgia Southern University. This is an organization bent on bringing creators from across campus, and maybe someday further distances, to collaborate and create digital (and sometimes physical) wonders to be dumped into the internet, gaming communities, and the world at large.
Before my rise to power, I was a chef in training at Le Cordon Bleu in Atlanta. While avoiding be cut and set ablaze on a daily basis I met friends outside of the kitchen classroom. These friends had raw ambition that was only matched by their inability to sufficiently plan productions. To these dear friends I lent my voice in hours of dialog for games that would never see the light of day. Despite over-ambition and bad luck scuttling these projects I still found myself enjoying the work. It felt natural. I had been a gamer most of my life and I enjoyed using my voice to entertain people and trick them into believing that I am not actually a human dumpster fire.
My time in Atlanta would end with my graduation, and then my brief and chaotic career as a chef began. It started with me returning my roots, for I was broke and looking for work and rent is cheap back home. For all its small town Colquitt could only be described as being close to...the ground really. If you're driving a half hour to get to a Walmart, in the South, then job opportunities are clearly not going to be in abundance for an aspiring chef, but, like the strain of virus that I am, I pushed onward. I got odds and ends commissions to do personal work and to help some the area's restaurants with their menus, because I am, if nothing else, the lowest bidder. After almost a year of bouncing around, I finally found work with a restaurant. It was nearby, I got to help design the dinner menu, and I was in charge of the evening services. That is until a rent dispute removed us from the building (canceling dinner service) and it all sank into the swamp for me. Then my family and I opened up our own BBQ restaurant, which I would run. It too, sank into the swamp. This would be the end of my career as a chef.
As I stumbled away from the burning wreckage of my culinary career, I wandered through the smoke and fire until I came upon an epiphany. I decided to pursue the love I originally had in life, history. Before voice acting, before storytelling and gaming, even before deep fried fair food, my passion had been history as far as my earliest memories could reach back. Culinary school was a rash seventeen year old's decision to pursue a career that would make money instead of history. The decision to pursue history was made by a slightly less rash twenty two year old who decided he wasn't making money doing either, so he might as well be passionately broke. I attended Bainbridge State College to start my path in history. While taking classes there I quickly found the conclave of geeks, nerds, and outsiders, much in the way a bird finds its way south for the winter. I somehow became President of the Computer Club and later the first president of the Anime Club. How I ever came into any position of authority is a mystery of the universe. Maybe my charm and confidence one over the people around me, or maybe I was the only sap among them willing to put in the effort. Whichever answer impresses you more, go with that one. My time at Bainbridge came to an end, as all times do and will do, and a new chapter of my life began in Statesboro at Georgia Southern. Here I learned that I could combine several of my loves with history and go after a career I can be truly happy with. The rest, as they say, starts back at the top of the page.
TL;DR- Frosty's magic hat found its way onto a sack of potatoes and now the abomination has blindly flailed its way into positions of leadership against the betterment of those around it. Please send help.
At center is Glorious Leader of BSC Computer Club flanked to his left and back right by two possibly concerned club members.
A newly graduated chef with hope still in his eyes.
Restaurant and tiki bar owner. Wielder of the staff of insect repellant.
Enjoying the living history exhibits at Fort Clinch with the history club...and maybe window shopping.