Revenge!
I was a little pissed off at first, but when I landed on the old lady’s windowsill again, I saw her feeding her cute black cat just like before. Nothing particularly strange or special happening. From what I could tell, Lanna was still just… Living her life as usual. Nothing changed. She probably didn’t even remember me anymore.
Tricks!
Continue reading“Hungry little fella, ain’t ya? Hehehe~!” The old witch cackled as she fed the cute black cat some preserved meat and fish from a glass jar. Then she looked over at me with her cataract-covered eyes, “How’s the stew, Sweetie? To your liking?”
Continue readingMerry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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.
Continue readingOkay, this is the final volume of Observing the End. Which I finished writing back in 2017? Something like that. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays again!
Btw, if you like Fanfiction, I started posting this over on Spacebattles and Scribblehub: Creating Zerg In Star Wars
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!
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.
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Volume 1: The Will to Survive
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!
Continue readingWhere is my Mom? Seriously, where the fuck is my mother? Where are all the other dragons?
Continue readingOne dick. Not sure whether I’m happy or sad about that. I guess it’s fine. I’m a dragon, not a ‘real’ lizard. I might not even be cold-blooded. I’m probably a scaly mammal. I don’t really know yet.
Continue reading“Oh my God, it’s so good~!” I bit down on the squirming giant fish and ripped out another chunk of meat! It was a perch, I think? Something shiny and silvery on the outside, but delicious and pink meat on the inside. It’s funny because when I was a human, I would feel bad about killing a cockroach, yet I was totally fine with tearing apart a living fish now.
Revenge clouds guilt and empathy. A useful emotion.
Continue readingA 32 year old author gets Isekai’d into one of his own stories… As a dragon. The problem is that it’s one of the many stories that he never got around to writing in his last life. Sure, he knows a ton of backstory, hidden lore and even secrets about Gods or Devils, but he’s not even sure what planet he’s on!
On the positive side, he’s a dragon now. That’s awesome. On the other hand, he might have some minor mental issues to deal with…
Very Minor.
Yes, very minor. Almost inconsequential. In fact, one might say that he was perfectly sane for a dude that just got reborn as a dragon in what very likely could be a Hell Dimension of his own design.
We will survive.
“Otherwise this is gonna be a pretty short story. And I hate short stories.”
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