[ Sylo ] Okay, So, I've Been Told That I'll Have To Share Some Shit About My Multiverse, So Expect Something

finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.

"We've got another one!"

Another day, another breach. These monsters keep on coming, no matter how hard we try to push back.

"We can't hold them back for much longer! Letis 1 is down, and letis 2 is dead, we need backup!"

Letis, a group of the best ranking overseers in the [REDACTED]. And already their best 2 are out for the count.

Being a [REDACTED] overseer is challenging. You can get stabbed in the back, swallowed alive, brutalized, mauled, crushed, snapped, grinded, rent apart, all by creatures from the darkest depths of your imagination.

"Griat 7 is down! I repeat: all of Griat 7 is down!"

Griat 7: a team that specializes in monster suppression and capture. But as for something of this scale, I can understand why they were taken down so fast.

"Listen, we need reinforcements now! We can't fend off all of these abominations off for much longer!"

as the shards fall to the floor, my vision begins to blur. blood drips down from where my head hit the mirror, coating my face whilst i stare blankly into the empty frame.

my shadow is gone once more, fleeing i know not where... and yet it's a place all too familiar to me.

who am i?

made even more new lore for the SS clubs and added a splinter timeline.

also thinking about the halved lands a bit because reasons.

continuing chase's arc from where I left off and I finally get to write interactions between characters I thought I'd never do.

stories coming along decently well.

finished some chapters.

probably gonna writer's block soon.

Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?

"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.

[ ??? ] the calm before the storm... I've always been fond of storms. they're strong, wild, and fleeting. the calm before the storm is soft and quiet, but fleeting all the same.

[ ??? ] will I be as fleeting as those rainy days I admire? or will another carry on my legacy?

[ ??? ] ...either way, it's not my job to wonder about stuff like that.

[ ??? ] my job is to run.

ke dareporo rintenresinkerorin.

Okay, so I may or may not be getting a drawing tablet in a few months, so the comic is on hold until then, as well as the break.

Story is doing well, though.

Uh...

I have some new character concepts...

Um...

Okay, I've run out of things to say. See ya.