…aaaaaaaaaaaand it’s back!

Hey look, Meilin took the lock down on her blog!

I know, scary isn’t it?

I even put the theme back to the old theme because I liked this one better and, one day, one day soon, I’d like to learn to make stuff actually look nice and not like crap. For now, this works.

So, how have I been?
Miserable. Thanks for asking.
I don’t know, chemical 6y in my brain decided to fuck off in my pancreas which made chemical 43q run around in my left pinkie toe and caused an influx of chemical depression. Or something like that.

In short, I’m utterly miserable, but that also means my muse decided to throw the rock she’s been hiding under to the side and be all, SO I HEAR YOU CRY YOURSELF TO SLEEP, SO LETS DO LESS SLEEPING AND MORE WRITING.


I’m gonna try to focus on the whole ‘story’ thing as best I can, I mean, surely there will be game nonsense and the occasional shit post, but, I’m gonna try real hard to focus on the whole, and, wait for it…


part of the blog.

In other words, I’m going to have textual mind vomit in an effort to stop this horrible, horrible depressive funk I’m wallowing in.

Story Snip: Laurel Meets a Melyion

Behind her, the people fled, Laurel was rooted to her spot as the man’s voice became frightened, then gurgled for Balor, and finally, when the beast pulled him from his massive fangs, he was human no more, but bloodied flesh with no more voice to scream – that is when Laurel finally ran. The beast tore at the walls and tried to reach for her, but the roof began to collapse onto it as it tore down the walls holding the structure steady. She burst into the open air, standing in stunned silence as around her, she watched men fighting, women directing people to flee, and the growling behind her growing ever louder.