So, I'm very, very sorry, for I won't be posting... for a while. Not at all. After I somehow get Chapter Four out, you can all come at me with pitchforks and torches (because those are always conventional riot weapons) and scream at me. That's all for now.
Oh, and I have a poem.
These Four Words
First off, this is interactive. I need you to say this, out loud, right now. Say, "This could be the end."
Did you say it? Good, now I can start.
"This could be the end."
What do you mean? Those five words?
How could you say that? Those five words?
Look outside. What do you see?
What do I see? I see...
I see... I see that building, old and abandoned.
I see that car, that car... What car?
That car., the one with wheels, no doors, no driver.
... No driver. Not a driver in sight. Not a person in sight.
Except you. You, who said those five words.
I sat here, hoping for someone new, someone- or someTHING to chase away that normal gray day. And I got you.
What day? This day.. Look outside and see the gray. No color. Just gray.
See the dust, not clouds, that gather in the sky.
You see clouds?
I see clouds too. Clouds of human flaw. You humans.
Us humans. We humans.
We humans, who saw that this gray world is what our descendants will know.
You say it will get better? You do?
Look outside and see beyond this small city. See the fields. What fields?
Those fields.
Those fields of the dead, the only thing that shows what happened, all those years ago.
See the bodies, strewn around and decaying slowly.
"This could be the end."
In place of those five words, I give you these four.
This could be the end? Please. That's too optimistic.
This is the end.