LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
Hey kids!! It's been like, 2+ years since I've been here.
After a string of terrible luck, attempting to be a "real" adult, losing multiple harddrives to corrupted files and generally bending to the will of a non-jrock understanding populace, I might really be back. Erm, if any of you are still out there to read. Eheheheh. I understand.
The only one I really feel like finishing right now is Automated Lover. I'm already going on Chapter 11. it will be different, because writing styles change as people change, and I can only hope it gets better. I feel like my writing peaked and then got, well, crummier. Hopefully this time around it's better.
Here is a slight (like really slight) excerpt from 11:
Shou's processors came to life slowly, fans whirred and hard drives. clicked as they woke and began to run. Uruha had simply frozen him, somewhere between a blue-screen of death and a restart error. He was not amused, and Uruha wouldn't be either after Shou rubbed 60grit sandpaper on his primary hard drive. Shou gritted his teeth and tried to come up with a plan.
The naked blonde next to Saga was less disturbing than Saga's own nudity, and the sense of complete and utter blackness where there should have been memories. Thoughts of, 'How did I get here? Why am I naked? WHO IS THIS GUY?' chased each other 'round and 'round Saga's brain, but no answers were found. The blonde guy started to stir and Saga gulped, pulling the blankets in tightly around himself and assuming a defensive position. "Hello, Lover," the man smiled, "I'm Uruha and you... you are just delicious."
After a string of terrible luck, attempting to be a "real" adult, losing multiple harddrives to corrupted files and generally bending to the will of a non-jrock understanding populace, I might really be back. Erm, if any of you are still out there to read. Eheheheh. I understand.
The only one I really feel like finishing right now is Automated Lover. I'm already going on Chapter 11. it will be different, because writing styles change as people change, and I can only hope it gets better. I feel like my writing peaked and then got, well, crummier. Hopefully this time around it's better.
Here is a slight (like really slight) excerpt from 11:
Shou's processors came to life slowly, fans whirred and hard drives. clicked as they woke and began to run. Uruha had simply frozen him, somewhere between a blue-screen of death and a restart error. He was not amused, and Uruha wouldn't be either after Shou rubbed 60grit sandpaper on his primary hard drive. Shou gritted his teeth and tried to come up with a plan.
The naked blonde next to Saga was less disturbing than Saga's own nudity, and the sense of complete and utter blackness where there should have been memories. Thoughts of, 'How did I get here? Why am I naked? WHO IS THIS GUY?' chased each other 'round and 'round Saga's brain, but no answers were found. The blonde guy started to stir and Saga gulped, pulling the blankets in tightly around himself and assuming a defensive position. "Hello, Lover," the man smiled, "I'm Uruha and you... you are just delicious."