Pages 109 to 188 are /completely bugfuck useless/ and need to be scrapped.
Almost eighty pages without any kind of merit. I'm going to have to write three chapters from scratch - one for unity with the later 2/3, one with /something/ in it to make the transition from a to c less jarring, and one to try and salvage something out of the eighty pages of shit.
Oh God, I am never writing anything like this /again/, assuming I have the ability to write anything ever again after smashing my face into this mess.
Fuck, fuck, /fuck/ I have no idea how I'm going to fix this shit.
Fucking Suicide Break, fucking Collin Thorbiornsen, fucking me from four years ago.
Jesus fuck I am going for a shower.