I’ve been sick the past couple days, so this is up a day late. I’m feeling mostly better, still kinda mucusy and coughing and I’m sure after dayjob today I’ll feel lousy but I guess that’s the price for capitalism: always feelin’ lousy.
Anyway, chapter 8: a critical chapter in the story. Deals are made, lost, won, and purple. The gamebook is stabbed a few times. Things get heavy, or at least heavier, or at least havier, or at least haviless. Somebody’s angry! And nobody knows what to dooooo. Dead end, the end, the star got stuck in a wall.
Just read it before I have to make more of these ridiculous remarks. As always, my Patreon is a thing that may someday help me live off writing, which will make being sick less of a problem because I won’t have to talk to people all day. (Seriously, sore throat makes that impossible.)
Lastly, I’ve started editing Slubes for the final version; being sick kinda put a halt to that, but I’ll get back to it this week and try to push through while dayjob is forcing overtime and did I mention Patreon yet? I did? Okay. I should have information on the final release of Slubes by the end of the year–not an exact release date, I don’t think, but a pretty good idea.
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