So, way back in 2007 I wrote this fic:
His Own Patch Of Earth.
Even though I wrote it like 3 years ago, it's decent. Not as polished as what I write now, but I think I managed to convey the mood pretty well. Also, it's the most freaking morbid thing I've written in my life.
Freaking. Morbid.
I have no idea what possessed me to write it. I keep thinking I should maybe just take it down, because wat. But I don't like deleting fics, even old ones. Heck, if I haven't deleted my cliche-ridden ridiculous YGO fic from 2004, what right do I have to scrap this?
I don't think I ever even posted it to LJ. I would, but it's weird, you know XD
I'm not even sure I can bring myself to edit it, freaking depressing, guh.
Brain, why do you do this to me?