This fic is dead. The reaper has come to visit my computer and has carried off its soul.
The fact of the matter is, I didn't particularly like Good Omens when I read it. I've found that all of Neil Gaiman's other books are much better. So I blame the suckiness of Good Omens on Terry Pratchett. Now don't get all offended because I don't like the book or Pratchett. I'm allowed to. I have that snotty 'I can say what I want; it's a free country' attitude that most Americans have. Good for me.
So, if you would like to take this fic and finish it--because I feel bad for it--then ask me for it. Even if I didn't like the book, the fic still deserves to be finished..
But first, some rules.
You must be able to spell and use correct grammar. If your e-mail or whatever is full of 'lols' and 'jks' and 'u' and other chatspeak, then I will never let you take the fic. In fact, I will read some of your other stories and see if you are acceptable.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'How dare she demand this of me when she can't write for crap!'
Well, too bad.
So, go on. If you really want it, ask. I won't bite. /scoff/
