Into the Abyss

...The heck? I'm supposed to be writing something with a somewhat serious plot this time. So... this music? Is it just to make me feel better about doing NaNo, is that it? To improve my spirits? 'Cause otherwise... It makes no sense to have a sudden urge to listen to this song. None whatsoever.

(Also, ~12 minutes to midnight!)

I MADE IT.

50,033 words. Before midnight, November 29th.

AHAHAHA. My life is compleeeete!!!

... ... Well. I finished typing up all 11 pages of notebook I had on here... You know what?

"Your current Word Count is 49442"

That is what the NaNoWriMo counter has just spoken unto me.

... ... ...WELL. Let's see if I can write 668 words before 12 am hits, shall we!?

As a side note, I can't believe I typed and handwrote 5000 bloody words today. It's amazing.

Due to my spazzing out over typing up the megalithic amount of pages I had in my notebook, I haven't updated what my word count is now. Now, as I've typed up everything I have in the notebook presently, I have the opportunity to present the masses with an accurately updated word count.

As of today, three days before the end of NaNo, it is a proud sum of 45,415 words.

WOO! I can do it! Easily! Mwahahahaha!

Awright, enter the Ragnarok cameos! This is out of order of what I've posted so far, but oh well.

( A Walk through the Woods )

All my life are belong to NaNo...

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO POE. YOU CAN'T!! AHAHAHA.

NaNo...

NaNo...

NaNo...

Oh, hell. I have somewhere around 15k words to type up now. Heee... But pencil blurs, and so I must do it relatively soon. ... ... ... It's gonna hurt meeee... (Just do your quota for today, catch up on the weekend. Start typing once you reach your quota.)

Oi, Jessica. Come get your NaNoWriMo bits you left here.

Taylor arrived at Coffee Exchange promptly at 7:00 PM, as directed. In the interest of dressing “very casual”, he wore he best pair of jeans and a tee shirt that hadn't been stained or ripped, and didn't smell bad. It was his Metroid Prime shirt. In his pocket, he had shoved a tie covered in chess pieces. He loved that tie. He wore grubby sneakers, the only shoes he owned. He carried an over-sized jacket.

As soon as she saw him, Kimberly drove up, rolled down the window and shouted “Hop in!”

Taylor did so and Kimberly drove off, dramatically, only to park the car. She directed Taylor to take out the tie and turn around. When she saw it, she smiled. “Nice tie,” she said after giggling.

“Thanks, I like it too,” Taylor responded with a smile.

“Now turn around,” Kimberly ordered.

Taylor smiled. “Yes ma'am,” he said submissively before turning.

Kimberly tied Taylor's chess tie around his eyes, like a blindfold. Taylor cocked an eyebrow and wondered what was in store for him.

Kimberly turned him back around, fastened his seatbelt and instructed him to “hang in tight.”

Taylor did so.

Dudeman. Random monster battles and D&D.

Note to self: If ever you are in doubt, open your NaNo wallpaper folder and take inspiration from the random phrases on the wallpapers. Lain ones for random psychology, which is -spiffy-.

ONE MORE DAY. My eye is twitching as I speak to Jessica about NaNoWriMo wallpaper. Also, it appears that I must include Mao in my story. S'okee, I can do this. ONE MORE DAY. ONE DAY. AHAHAHA.

... ... ... And Stargate marathoning the weekend before, and cleverly avoiding my research paper! Woo!