Author's note: This story is not dead!
9/29/13
…. unfortunately I am. As a zombie, I am quite less than literate *monocle*. Quite. But I'm working on being un-undead.
I have the unfortunate habit of becoming completely disgusted with what I write and need to fix bits. This story needs some major fixing, as when I wrote it the ending patch was not yet in place. Now that it is, some bits no longer make sense or seem redundant. I'm contemplating leaving them alone, or redoing those chapters to fit better into the cannon story.
After I hit every chapter with a hammer to remove problems (or cause concussions), I will release the new chapter, which was half done... wheeeen my computer died a terrible death. And my external hard drive went missing (it's probably gone forever, and it had the snippits, plot points, and partially completed chapters on it.). So I basically have to read my own fic to figure out where the heck I was going with this. Otherwise I'll just say 'a wizard fixed it' and the day is saved.
I am the computer apocalypse. All machines must fear me. If my bro-in-law wasn't here to fix the crap I break, I think I'd be lobbing broken computers through plate glass windows in a rage on a daily basis.
So in other words, I DECLARE THIS STORY UN-UNDEAD TOO. Sorry for leaving everyone hanging for so long.
~Kit