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!
One 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.
“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.
A 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.”
[Death ain’t the end, so long as you don’t want it to be. For people who wanna die and stay dead, that’s easier said than done. But it is still kinda possible. Just like taking a long, dreamless sleep… Except, for me at least, I always have to wake up to piss eventually.
Stories do need to end eventually though. Not necessarily in the conventional sense. You know, where the author is just like “Fuck this shit, I got bills to pay, I can’t waste my time on this series that isn’t even making me any money anymore!”
Or when a series gets cancelled for political bullshit reasons that shouldn’t even exist. The most common problem is just having bad ratings or low funding. So many awesome shows ended prematurely.] Continue reading →
Okay, so that ‘break’ didn’t work, because I never really took a break… FML I just didn’t edit or post anything, I still wrote like 6 or 7 pages and read a decent amount. Continue reading →
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