WE ARE ALARMINGLY CLOSE TO 50K ON RP.????!!!!!
Frankly, I spend half my time wondering why on earth you lot are still reading this. I wrote the first chapters when I was 15, running purely on delusion, , and unearned confidence. Those early chapters are so painfully cringe that I occasionally reread them and have to stare at the wall in silence for several business days.
However, I am now 19. Growth has occurred. Standards have risen. Vocabulary has improved. The later chapters are considerably less tragic.
Truly though, thank you for staying. Thank you for reading, screaming, suffering, and emotionally attaching yourselves to characters who desperately need therapy.
I wanted to give you a Season 3. I really did. But somewhere along the way, RP reached its perfect ending. Some stories are not meant to be dragged through seventeen unnecessary plot twists and a miraculous resurrection scene. Some stories simply know when to bow dramatically, blow a final kiss, and leave the stage.
And so, instead, I’m writing The Game of CHAEBOLs.
May God have mercy on us all.
