âThe land of ArmorGames holds many people from many lands, each with their own story, whether they be wanderers, questers, or seeking to rule.â ~Strop and Cenere, former Way of ag eÂ566/page/1">Moderation directors
Today a new world lives. The time of the WoMâs launch is long past. A new generation breathes. Theyâre building a new society, theyâre telling new tales, and theyâre leaving new legacies.
I'm doing a bad thing. Aminu distracted me last night.
I promise it will be up today. If it isn't, I allow Sal to take my Season 2 writing privileges and the ability to do whatever he wants with my character, no matter how embarrassing or if it were to kill me off.
[Note: I still count the morning of tomorrow as "today" given I will still be up and whatnot, but if I get a chance for actually today then I will take the chance]
Alright...I made you all wait long enough. Well..not really. But whatever.
----- Chapter 1 Part 10: The milk that graces my throat
pang closed the book.
"What are you doing? Why did you stop reading?" his one foot lover inquired, looking towards him with large kawaii eyes. "I'm a bit thirsty and have a hankering for a snack. Plus, we've been reading for like..what?...5 hours straight?" pang responded, placing Sal, and all of his 18 inches on the ground, then walking towards the kitchen.
As pang opened the mahogany door that normally guards his room, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his sweet Sal, staring at him with a look of heavy pondering in his eyes. "ang, doesn't this seem more like a cop-out? Y'know, to avoid doing the next section?" "Whoa whoa whoa now hold the goshdarn phone for one minute. Breaking the 4th wall is MY THING, and happens in my thread, not this one. Bad Sal! Bad!" "...anyways. But really, why not just do the next section? I mean, it wouldn't be that hard. You could get your food and drinks after the chapter ends" The two were walking into the hallway at this point. pang casually strolling along while Sal scurried his 4 foot body along.
"To be honest, this break is necessary. I don't want to rush the story too much, y'know? Timing is a great way for suspense!" "Yeah...but the story is going well. Why break the pace?" By now the two had reached the kitchen, and pang was opening the door to their fridge. The door, which was handcrafted by Scandinavian Mountain-men out of pure Mahogany, also had etchings of the Sal and pang snuggling. "Let me ask you a question, why do people get upset when a series/story/etc. takes longer than expected? I mean, I get it the artist had given a schedule, then the person would be upset because they were lied to, possibly inadvertently, or maybe feel obligation for receiving said item because of the promise...but what of moments when there is no promise?" pang began to ponder, pouring himself some milk/ "What are you talking about?" the hunk at 1 meter asked, confused as to why his sweet began such thoughts. "Like...say a story is being made, and keeps at a pace that seems to be a schedule, but no schedule is promised. Then, the next update takes some time. Why do people get upset? Is is because we get so trapped in a ritual that disturbing it upsets us?" "Have you been hanging out with Moe a lot again?" "No!" pang slammed the milk on the counter, turning around with a striking glare. "Because I don't drink." "ang I'm over here."
In a moment of burning and reckage, pang had acted like he was speaking to a camera, only confusing 4inch Sal more than he already was from pang's random thoughts.
"I'm sorry, just a little caught in the moment. What's say you and I go back and...'tell our own story', and then we will get back to WoC?" pang winked.
Before pang could even finish the sentence, Sal was in the room preparing himself, with some smooth Kenny G playing.
