Vigilante Criminality: Drown in the Waters of Life

by LostCompass

Part of you has to duck its head in the wastes, forget how to regret and forget how to feel. For those who dwelled underground, it isn't so simple. Bullet fog and shrapnel become your escape.

24. Intermission: For You Made it Possible

Hello, ladies and gentlemen, devils and demons, machines and mutants.

It's been a while since I've updated this story- or any of my stories, for that matter. But as you undoubtedly know, things gets in the way, priorities shift, time disappears, and interest wanes.

But even so, I have to thank everyone who has given their support for this story, especially GamerGod, Agent 94, NickNoName, Simplexious, and many more. And all the rest- yes, even those of you who simply read without commenting. Yes, you! You may be silent, but I appreciate you all the same.

Now, first, I want to thank you. Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and hopefully you can forgive the grammatical errors that abound. Heh.

So go ahead- criticize away. What's good, what's bad, what needs fixing. Now's your chance to really cut into the story and help me with the surgery. This thing needs a revitalization, let me tell you. So speak, and I shall listen.

Second, Fallout 4 is on the horizon. With that, my interest will rise. And with that, more writing will likely occur. So this story- like the rest- is temporarily on hold. Gravesend and Ashecroft will have to wait. But I think they deserve a little downtime, anyway.

Thank you, yet again.

Aim true,
LostCompass