What is the limit of reaction?
I just ran out.
I just ran out.
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It's the new year for some and I am kickstarting it with an anxiety attack that will be carried all the way to sixth of January.
Lovely.
Fuck.
Happy New Year to all!
And for those whose clock's have not yet reach 00:00 am, I'll see you all next year!
Heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys aka the five internal organs.
I was promised five different special "abilities" once the MC was done training these organs.
So far, the lungs can now intake more air and MC can shoot air jabs out of mouth and somehow the kidneys can produce adrenaline.
Still being cheated out of three organs, AUTHOR!!!
2025 is year of snakes.
I am seeing tons of lamias and geckos doing greetings instead of snakes. I mean, snakes are (h)armless.
Also, chibifying and big moist eyes can make the cold reptile moe.
Gave myself a long black hand wash and roused up my ideas.
Had to synonym "woke"
Still, I find it suckish that cultivators are terrified of high velocity pebbles.
Shit.
Took a nap and ended up losing entire daylight.
A bunch of people unhappy, including me.
Suckling on the sahara again.
... This is a Public Service Announcement to all authors who write for money.
It is a job yes, so please take care of your health.
Tons of mangakas and QI spamming Chinese authors are dying from overwork.
Finally I can delete the bookmark since the story has ended.
Tad shit really, because in the end, everyone is OP IMBA, with MC so IMBA that it becomes more a chore to read.
Still I did not delete it prematurely because I really want to see the end. It is a lame end, but at least still a proper end.
Finally seeing the bloody MC using his instant death vaporizing eyebeam is fun.
Made even more fun when it is used on a cunt and letting the cunt's guardian watch in horror at the side after the old fuck crippled MC, stole all his shit and letting the cunt have his way with MC as a punching bag and torturing him to death.
Ow my aching everything.
Ow.
I am finally desperate enough.
To feast on axed works.
This is not a merry christmas for me.
Did a blasphemous thing.
Microwaved a medium wagyu with potato bun. Granted the burger had been sitting on the counter for three hours and I was scared of food poisoning, but what came out of the microwave was... rocks.
Had to scrape off pieces of the bun from plate.
Tired.
And the naps do not help. -
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