Okay, so, I had been looking back on Papers Ponies and Attitude… and I’m not gonna lie, to me, it did not age that well. However, I’m still somewhat proud of it. That being said… I want to delete a few chapters. I think one person said it best in the comment section in the last chapter of the second arc: This is a good posit to end. And it was.
I jolt awake as I yell in surprise, sweat pouring down my back and neck as I look around wildly.
“Oh God, how long have I been asleep for!?” I ask myself as I scramble for my phone. I check the month and see it’s April. “ah… okay, a few months, that’s… not too bad-“ I then see the year. “… Damn, no wonder that nap was so good.”
The walls surrounding me mock in shadowy jeers. I stare at the ceiling in my arm chair, feeling my face slide down more and more as I grow tired. I’m always tired. My shoulders feel disconnected, my muscles are reluctant to move, the constant crawling of invisible insects haunt my skin. A pit sits in my stomach as the mockery of production continues. The days slipped by since I have last slept
A silent room is suddenly woken up as a familiar figure walks in. The room is mostly empty, with a desk and chair in one corner. A computer sits on top of the desk, which comes to life from the push a button. With that, the man sits in his chair, and sighs.
So... it's been a while. Almost ten months. Where have I been? That's a good question.