November 16th, 2011


Writing Is So Joyful

The second half of Chapter 4 sucks.

It has always sucked, it will always suck.  Its state of suckitude was chiseled into marble on the day the world was born.  That monument shall stand past the day human civilization implodes, leaving only a handful of survivors to read its words.  And when, thousands of years in the future, a new civilization develops the ability and desire to translate that ancient artifact, they shall rue the resources wasted on the project because Chapter 4's extreme suckitude is so glaringly obvious, its existence will have already permeated the collective consciousness, handed down through the generations, and will evermore be spoken of in the hushed tones reserved for brain-sucking demons and flesh-eating pestilence.

I'm moving on to Chapter 5.