“It always amazes me when I see this shit.” The scar-faced new ‘boss’ of the caravan was holding a coffee mug and sipping some plain water occasionally. He looked up past the huge line of carriages, wagons and gathered masses. There was a huge wall, at least a hundred meters high and stretching as far as I could see to the north and south. The wall was made of stone, with some huge guard towers that reached up even higher than the wall itself. It looked really old and weathered though. There were lots of places that were covered with green vines, moss, et cetera. A few areas had actually collapsed partially, though it was rare. Most of the ancient wall was still intact.
“Papa, please, hang on! Please!” A little girl was crying over her unconscious father’s body. The man was skeletal, his body basically withered away. What disease he had, I have no clue. It reminded me of my own father though… Diabetes doesn’t always make you obese. Sometimes it makes you waste away like a fucking mummy. Hopefully it’s not something dragons can get.
Been writing and posting a Fanfic lately. I don’t put Fanfics on this site, but I figured it’d be fine to put some links to it here if anyone is interested.
Creating Zerg in Star Wars
In a Galaxy Far Far Away, there were many fantastical races of great renown and unreasonable power. However, how many people actually know about the Langhesi Forgers of Zonama Sekot? Everyone knows about the Sith and a few people have heard of the Yuuzhan Vong, but nobody knows about the Langeshi? Well, on the beautiful living planet which just happened to be the Yuuzhan Vong’s homeworld, a deranged reincarnator named Amon Kal was born. With a name like Amon, obviously he was a fan of Starcraft in his past life. For 18 years, he trained and honed his skills in order to literally create the Zerg. What could possibly go wrong?
AO3 is behind the other two, but some people like it better, so it’s still an option if you prefer the site. If you just wanna support the story, you could go to all three and give likes, kudos, comments, et cetera. I’m most active on Spacebattles in terms of commenting and responding to comments though.
Of course, you can also comment here. I think I still get emails when people comment on this site. It happens so rarely now days that I can’t remember lol.
I think I might actually pick up cartography. It’s a little difficult without paper and a pen but maybe if I ever find civilization, I’ll figure something out. But being a dragon does have a lot of benefits. I always did have a pretty good sense of direction, well not direction but directions. Actually I wasn’t very good at directions either. But I was good at knowing where I am and figuring out how to get to other places. When you have a bird’s-eye view, for a dragon’s eye view at least, it becomes much easier to make a map.
Fortunately my lizard brain is pretty good at remembering things. I still remember what those three mountains look like and I also remember the forest I passed over to reach this grassy plain. I’ve seen some wild horses and buffalo already. Makes me wonder if I’m in America, specifically the wild West or maybe the Midwest but like in the wild west era.
I managed to publish this gay werewolf smut book before Christmas lol. This feels like a tradition now? Last year it was Danica’s Monster, which I actually got around to publishing over the summer, now this year it’s That Gay Weredog Park.
Blue whales are born weighing 5 to 6k pounds and measuring up to 23 feet long. In the first year of their lives, they’ll grow about 10 pounds per hour or 250 pounds per day. Reaching about 60 feet long and well over 20 tons. Which is fucking insane to think about.
Dragons, or at least my particular brand of awesome black dragon, isn’t quite so dramatic or ridiculous. No wait, maybe it is? I’ve always been kinda bad at math. All I know is that I’m probably about three months old now. My growth speed has slowed down, kinda, since I’m ‘only’ a foot long now. But it does mean that I’ve gotten like four times longer since I was born, hatched, whatever.
Author’s Note: Okay, so I was going to do this tomorrow, but here’s Volume 2 because why not? Just finished turning it all into a single giant volume sized post. You’re welcome I guess? Happy Holidays!
Okay, so apparently… I umm, I don’t think I actually have this story posted on my site? I thought I did, but maybe I didn’t? Maybe I don’t? In that case, here’s the whole first volume! Good luck!
Synopsis
Michael Cinagra, an antisocial psychopathic author, struggles to survive the apocalypse… While writing a diary in his free time.
Observer 131, a Personal Reconnaissance Drone that was sent to spy on him… Is still faithfully keeping logs of everything that happens, because that’s just how it was programmed.
The two of them go on a three volume adventure, traveling around, killing things, learning new skills and trying to maintain some semblance of sanity while the world crumbles around them. You know how it is with MCs… Every day is a new disaster.
The question is: How far can their plot armor take them? Will they survive the cruel machinations of fate? Probably not. But will they stay dead? Is it even possible to stay dead in a reality where everyone has souls and reincarnation is practically a mode of transportation? I doubt it.
Anyway, this is a story about Michael and his clingy stalker. Good luck, have fun and be careful.
This novel and all of its contents were written entirely by its author, Mike777ac. It is an original product, and any attempt to plagiarize or steal concepts or ideas from it, shall be considered copyright infringement.
Many of the concepts and ideas have been inspired by other works, and similar genres. However, all characters are created and owned by the author.
Volume 1: The Will to Survive
Prologue: Michael’s Journal
Humanity has fallen. We all knew that this would happen eventually. There is no escaping from fate. But I refuse to submit! I will not die! I am an ancient immortal… Though I may have been incubating within this pathetic human form for the past twenty-seven years, I am finally freed from the shackles of society’s foolish constraints!
Mike777ac 