Hey there, been a while hasn't it?
This explanation is hilariously overdue, but with Murder Drones having wrapped up recently, and Ultrakill on the last leg of its story, I want to give this another shot.
When Ultrakill is done, I plan (depending if it goes as I envision it) to go back to this fic, and give this community that I've left behind kind of abruptly what I owe it, for what its given to me in these times that haven't been really the brightest in my life.
In the meantime, enjoy my other works or go show support to all those works that have spawned from the corpse of WORR.
Main ones that come to mind are When Oil Runs White, A Machine's Guide to Divinity and Blood Brothers on Copper-9. Though I'm sure there are more around that I am not aware of. They've done more for this little cross fandom of ours than I ever did with WORR, and are well worth your time in reading their work.
Til we meet again, in whatever I get up to with UK x MD going forwards.
(PS, Go read Transmogrified Imperator for me)
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When Oil runs Red
Fanfiction(SCRAPPED, SEE PROFILE AND DISCORD FOR DETAILS) (ADDENDUM:11/28/24: I owe you all a proper explanation. So one you shall get.) As the Machines began to drive deeper into the circles of Hell, The Dark Realm for the first time in all of eternity shudd...
