I said I was going to post up new stuff, but i've got carried away with my new hobby of writing down notes on pieces of paper. I litrerally have scraps all over my room in piles. I guess it happens when you start off with a simp-le story and then you start actually thinking. It turns into something big, unto itself, and it starts growing as it feeds off your brain and you have no choice at all but to vent it out in a way that doensn't destroy you. Usually through the medium of rushed scrawling on blank A4 sheets.
It's horrible, but i'll have to re-design characters and whatnot.

Just an update. I am not dead.