I'm happy to say that the familial issues that have been plaguing me lately are clearing up. My grandmother, who suffered a small stroke a few weeks ago, is almost completely recovered and is hell bent on trying to Mission Impossible (not kidding) her way out of the rehab center. Though while that's wrapping up, my college summer programming course is deciding to pile on the fun. After only just
Hey guys, I'm writing this in the hopes that you'll understand and take pity on me. Neither I nor Flesh Masks is dead, obviously. I know it's been FOREVER since the last chapter, and I am extremely sorry about that. In truth, pretty much the entirety of the showdown with the Red King is already written, but it's little more than a bunch of disjointed scenes. All the stuff's there, every buck,
Get your umbrellas and cups ready for all that chocolate milk rain, because tomorrow is gonna be a real doozy. I'll be the one in the lawn-chair, with a blue umbrella, and wearing a tinfoil hat.
Of course.