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// Author's Note 
// Story: The Few 
// by EctopicEntropy 
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	Well I guess I have some 'splaining to do. Why is this unfinished? Why are the chapters so low/high quality? Why why why? Also who's probably. But basically I started writing this for a friend, oh so many years ago, and The One stood to serve as the log of a wandering soul. It let me see a side of myself that I am longing to see, one that can brave nature and come out not just victorious, but a better person. The One will not be complete until I personally walk The Earth. As for the rest, they're in progress, but will probably be unfinished until I'm out of college, at the soonest.
As for what happened to the previous edition, it rests on the unsubmitted shelf. For eternity, or until someone asks for it back. I don't much care for it, since it's childish in content, and very directionless. But, the directionless man is never lost, and the longest row to hoe is the one home, so I dunno. It can come out of hiding if just one person requests, but I'd rather leave it behind bars. As for quality control, I don't have any. As for the future of the book, I'm planning to write in pieces, and reread and reread and reread. If you wish to join me in this creative process, I'll leave marks for when I updated a chapter (Update 1, for example).
As for who I am, that's very complicated. Firstly, no names. Secondly, my name is Ectopic Entropy, meaning disorder coming from a strange place. That place is Tucson, as should be apparent. Tucson is a diverse town, as diverse in populace as the far East is in flora and fauna. I'm not much of a brony any more, but I set out to complete this novel once upon a time, and I plan to still do so. Eventually. Lastly, I hope none of you are waiting, because I'm in no special hurry. Have a nice trip and fall, and I'll see you next spring. Whichever one it happens to be.