Hey, fellow kids! I am, as you say, hip and with the times! I used an extremely modern, very much non-outdated - *consults smudged writing on hand* - me-me!
(Feel free to skip this author's note, it's not necessary to understand the story.)
I've finally finished Slay. Choosing to take it off hiatus was a decision made solely for the benefit of my devoted fans ("who totally exist!" Lavender yells, to the empty auditorium), and not at all an effort to post my ending as soon as possible before its terrible, anticlimactic joke becomes obsolete. How dare you accuse me of stooping so low!
I hate it when books have the potential of having a disappointing ending, so I'd like to remove that possibility here and now, dear readers, and replace it with a certainty. There will be continuity errors and (probably) people acting out of character, because I'm too lazy to re-read my old writing and check. However, there will also be explosions! We're taking the good with the bad here.
Enjoy approximately four thousand words of gingerbread-flavoured trash!
YOU ARE READING
Slay
HumorThis is legitimately the dumbest sugar-and-sleep-deprivation-fuelled plan I've ever come up with. Here's the synopsis: Santa is presumed dead. Mrs Claus is on a revenge quest. With the North Pole's magic unguarded, citizens of the world rush to stor...
