Thoughts on Going Premium (Tomorrow)
Um, it goes premium tomorrow...
Here's what happened.
About two months ago, I was chatting with an author. Let's call him R for now.
Brain short-circuiting · Cloudhammer · clan deletion disaster · knocked unconscious by the tenth version of the index rules · Me: How about I write P-chan?
R: Write it, write it, write it.
After that, our conversation became:
Me: How's this opening? Any suggestions? orz
R: There are problems. I suggest updating faster.
Me: I don't think I can get signed. I'm too bad.
R: Keep it up! You can do it!
Me: Hahahahaha writing is so fun hahahaha
R: Writing Peturabo.jpg
Me: R, you're such a nice person qaq
R: Incorrect. I am Bad R. Hehehe.
Anyway, thank the great R. Without him, there would be no such novel, nor would there be a me tormented by a daily four-thousand-word quota. Let us worship the god R—amen!
Next comes the self-reflection segment. First, let me list the dishes and criticize myself: incomprehensible, stream-of-consciousness, pretentious, overly redundant, stuffed with pointless riddles, a boring plot, inscrutable pacing, some excessively intense scenes, exhausting to read...
Then let's look toward the future. Humanity will inevitably win in the end, and the journey will probably include strange things like talking, learning, comedy, and singing; future outlook complete.
And now for the thanks segment:
"In my view," 107 Steel Soul said, "we have Knives Scraping Wallpaper, and here, his 40k: Midnight Blade; this is Withered Lamp Night Talk; here is Warhammer: I Don't Want to Become a Stinky Can; here are Salty Fish Bro and Malcador; here are Das Pingen and False God and Bastard; here is the adorable Adhrar, along with his 40k: Korgis Star and Reading Black Library; here is Seven Nights Hunt,