A/N: I'm still here~!
Covid knocked me flat for awhile and devastated my update schedule, to say nothing of the side effects from long covid.
I'm still dealing with that more than a month later, though apparently its not life threatening so I have to just "ride it out" according to the docs.
Great.
With my sixteen year anniversary on this site rapidly approaching, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.
And of course, there are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Feels like everyone's lost their minds sometimes. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.
As ever, I own no references, quotes, themes or memes. They're tributes to legends far greater than I.
I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild, wacky world, one word at a time.
Time and feedback will determine what remains a story and what doesn't. Simple as that.
In other words...the fate of this is up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!
"Sometimes...
...all it takes...
...is just a little push."
~?
Twenty-Seventh Fragment
"Murderer."
So what if he was?
Cowards, the lot of them.
Too afraid to make the hard choice, the necessary choices, the right choice. He hadn't even needed to whip out Kurama for this. All it took was a sharp blade, the odd rasengan here and there, a few snapped necks and a bit of killing intent besides.
One minutes.
Sixty seconds; that was all it took.
One measly minute, and Piltover's precious council died.
Really, had he known it would be this easy, he would've done this ages ago. After all, if you wanted something done right, you'd best do it yourself. Simple advice. Let them call him a villain for this. He didn't care. He would do what had to be done, what needed to be done, for the good of the many, the needs of the many, not the feew.
He sat at the head chair, wiped away the blood, and smiled. "This council is now in session. All opposed...?"
None dared speak against him, not even old Heimerdinger.
"Shall we begin?"
A/N: Aaaaand scene. Might make a part two for this if folks want it.
Happy ending for one and all...well, mostly everyone.
Hope this brought a smile to your face.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during this dark and crazy time. I ain't joking.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?
No previews here. Time for an old man to rest awhile.
R&R~!