《Level: Zero》Suspension of Story
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I just thought I'd give everyone who read the story thus far an update. As of today, I have decided to stop writing this story. My personal situation has changed. Really, though, that's an excuse.
I've stopped enjoying my own story. I'm not exactly sure when, or how, it got away from me. Frankly, I had a wrap-up planned, but the closer I got the more I dreaded penning it. Perhaps a better word would be irritated. Looking back on my work, this story seems laughably weak. Even I wouldn't read it. It's a shame, because I thought I had a pretty good world here.
I hope everyone enjoyed it, at least.
The future? I hope, one day, to revisit it. I still doodle about the world of Eovamund, but I can't seem to manifest anything as a coherent fact or narrative. Examining the stats, most others can't, either. Maybe one day I'll sit down and revise the entire thing. I hope, anyway, I'll have that much motivation.
See ya around, Space Cowboy.
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