Maggie Wilson (26), on a smoke break from her dead end convenience store job in the California mountains, encounters the divine god-princess of a dead world. The princess asks for her help. Mag says yes.
Somebody pm'd me to ask me how this was going to end and I realized I did in fact have it in me to post this. Sure wish I'd managed it six years ago! Things in parentheses are the bits that'd take too much time to handle in this format.
+$12 an hour, full time with benefits +their warehouses are a marvel of distribution engineering +Amazon doesn't care enough to lie to you +they have employee training down to a science +the break room has cheap food and soda +day four and my hands are fine!!
-there are two break rooms in one massive warehouse, so five minutes of your breaks are spent walking
To reiterate, A New Sun is dead. It's so dead that I'm having trouble forcing myself to summarize the ending. But I know a lot of people still care, because they've told me so. More to the point, someone just asked me for permission to do a sort of rework of ANS.
I'm busy with school, my hands hurt, and it turns out my dog has pancreatic cancer. So these are going to get shorter, but they have to happen because, I don't know, they just do.
Normally at this time I'd be posting a chapter, but I've been tired because of work and stuff, so I'm a little behind on everything. New chapter later today, or, worst case scenario, Wednesday morning.