Star lazily walks into the room and plops herself into her wheeling chair. She looks exhausted beyond belief, eyes dark and hair in a total mess. She looks at Marcos laptop on his desk, seemingly pondering what to do with it. It's been about seven months since she'd taken a look at the comments left by those who were truly invested in her shitty podcast/webshow/fanfiction thing, and if she were being honest, she didn't really miss it. It was more of a distraction than anything else, but she did enjoy seeing people get in on the joke, whether they were old or new.

At one point, someone even offered to draw fan art of her doing this, and seeing that truly warmed her heart. She had already decided what she was going to do.

With a dejected sigh, she opened up her laptop, and went to the review section for her "show".

"Well", she said, a small smile curving on her lips. "Guess it's time to cue the intro..."

And with that, Marco began playing his grand piano, changing his format a little with sad minor chords. The echo was pleasent, filling the room with a soft sense of welcoming.

"And now... Random Comments, with Star Butterfly..."

Idol you look up to?

"If I had someone to say that I really looked up to, I'd have to give it to my mom. I know me and her don't really see eye to eye all the time, but she's truly an inspiration with how much she can handle and still stay sane. Plus, she's my mom. She's a natural role model."

Wait you own an AR15? I take it back, all your subjects will be fine if you give them guns.

"I actually own several. Of course, with all the "culture" that's been happening in the US recently, I should probably get rid of them, just in case I'm put on an FBI watchlist... Again..."

Star then has flashbacks of all the anime she's seen, full of clearly underage children. She then shudders in disgust.

Hahahahahahahahahaha "updates" on my stuff. That's funny. Anyway, have fun with your coma!

"Can I be real with you for a second? I'm gonna go a little out of character here and give you some legitimate thoughts I have. So first things first, I get it. Sometimes we just aren't up and ready for anything. We never really have any motivation or time to do things, so we can't do them and more often than not, we feel guilty for it. I've had my fair share of instances where I couldn't reach a deadline or put out something that was only half-hearted, and to this day I still feel guilty about it. We all make promises we can't keep, and sometimes it's bites us in the ass. That's why my boss decided he would only upload when he felt motivated. That way he doesn't have deadlines, he doesn't have any pressure put on him, he just has himself and his life. Quite frankly I suggest more people take up this mentality, since just continually hashing things out for the sake of it, with no benefit, is incredibly exhausting. If you don't wanna upload, but your audience thinks you should, I suggest you put them out of the picture if you want to ensure you do the best work you possibly can. After all, you're the one who's ultimately in control. Take your time girl. I want to see you be the best you can be."

Marco stares in awe at Star, his jaw slacked in sheer surprise. Star just nervously chuckles and shrugs. "Depression gives you a lot of perspective on things."

"It really does!" SonicE1337 yells from down the hall.

I just read all of it and I have no idea how to react lol. Good work? Haha, keep it up. I'm enjoying some of these.

"Well, there's more to come! Hope you're ready for a wonderful ride down shit-fuck lane, cos that's where we're heading! And thanks dude, I appreciate it!"

Which is better? Star wars The Clone Wars or Star Wars Rebels? Also, you should let Janna be a part of the show more, we don't get enough of her.

"I've only seen The Clone Wars, so that one is better by default. I was really into the show back when it aired, too bad I can't remember half of it."

Suddenly, Janna pops her head up next to Star, causing her to scream in fright.

"I wish I were part of the show more too kid, but we gotta remember that if I appeared more, I wouldn't be as special a character." She then sinks black down to the floor, vanishing out of view.

Star is left scared and confused.

"This has been... Random Comments, with Star Butterfly..."

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Heya guys and gals, it's me. The author. Y'know, the guy who writes these? Anyway, I just wanted to say that the next time I'll be uploading a chapter to this series, I'll be answering some questions. So if there's anything you want to know about me, or just want to contribute to the story, leave something in the review section of the fic, I'll answer all of them, unless I feel they should be left unanswered. That's all for now, so toodles!