|Book Two| |On-going| Happy fricking New Years. Several months have passed and I'm not dead yet. That should be the words on my holiday card to you , not some flowery phrases that make me wanna hurl my intestines out and donate them to charity. The holiday season in Aincrad is severely lacking. You aren't gonna to get some fluffy hugs or any of that wonderful chocolate commercials keep harping about. Instead, you'll get a nice big sword, maybe a shield or two, a few potions, and oh! A few more deaths to push you along. |First, rough draft| |Previously 'Linked'|
20 parts