All for nought

Sadly, all that effort that went into the list was entirely pointless. Nobody had read them and quite frankly why should anyone do that at this point in time? Look, it did not take long for these 2 brain cells of mine to figure out that things had run their course.

Everything had surely gone down the hill after whatever last event you could deem good here. Look, I did not make the rules here; I was merely a food sitting on a bench. Trying to tell a strange tale to the world was all I did.

If that was news to you, I do wonder what the hell you have been up to. The same words were repeated for the umpteenth time already.

Especially, the joke about people not getting the joke has already been done more than a few times. Did it get any less funny to me? Nope, still very funny.

But, I was also the only one, who was still reading my work, according to my statistics at least. The story had long hits its nadir; half of you prolly do not even know that word. Quite frankly, I did not know either before I looked it up.

Should you want to broaden your vocabulary I warmly suggest listening to metal songs. There you would stumble upon lots and lots of rarely used words.

Let me be real with you guys, by now I was so sick and tired of this narrative style that merely relies on its simplicity to tell a story. At its core, and I assume that this was my primary purpose in chasing this endeavour, it was a very challenging task to reduce a sentence at its demanded complexity level.

Though plans for the envisioned story remained a mere fever dream. On paper or on the monitor you were currently reading, it did appear logical and a good take on the meta most common in writing.

Reality, however, acted more akin to a swift kick into the nether regions. As in all was good before the sudden impact left one questioning this world's cruelty.

While the act of reading this book should not deal any physical damage, one could not say the same about the mental scars.

Do believe me and my inherent ability to attract all sorts of soccer balls to hit me in that sweet spot.

While this may be greatly exaggerated to satiate the ironic and sarcastic undertones, it did not change the underlying message of writing this garbled literature for troglodytes. These things have changed me and made me realize that this had not been nearly stupid enough for some specimens out there.

Did you know just how much that realisation could change your worldview? The lord in the Heavens above, I never thought I would be the one to say it, but we have reached levels of idiocracy so profoundly inept; we have begun to play Limbo beneath my ever-so-sinking expectations.

And, I was just as amazed as you guys were at this degree of prowess. You guys were literal pros in defying common sense and proving that evolution indeed did go backwards.

This was ignoring all the smart people out there, yet the cesspool on WN was this world's finest selection of absolute buffoons. Cretins, so utterly devoid of brains, one could argue how they even managed to breathe on their own.

Thus, I came to admit defeat, I could never dumb it down enough so that these kinds of people could follow me.

Which stung a little, but ultimately was okay for me and them.

As a writer, it was more than welcome to understand one's limitations instead of chasing an impossible reverie.

Lest we forget, our roots and our identity as an author. Although, one should ignore the rotten parts of vital construct. Especially, if those fester in the thoughts about their dear"wood".

While lecherous thoughts were perfectly normal in a biological sense to keep the whole recreation business afloat, I personally did not want to build my whole brand on an empire of smut. It did not seem like much of a "clean" start.

Regardless of what might happen in the future, explaining the raging boners and stimulating scenery would never not be weird and highly strange.

A double negative to underline just how cumbersome any explanation would inadvertently be.

For once, I did not ask much of you, since, I was very much aware that the number of readers currently reading any of my new chapters was close to nil, so simply join me in on my Born&Torn rewrite.

Please, give that book a fair shot once it was finally rewritten, by the time someone did read those lines...it might have been too late already. Chances were not low, for me to have perished decades ago.

Still, even in the event of my death, I wanted you, dear reader, to stop reading this bit here and read some proper literature with Born&Torn.

If at this point Born&Torn was not finished, I allow you to kick my sweet buttocks in the afterlife for being such a lazy slob. Even if it did not exist, feel free to curse at me to vent your frustrations─you had earned this much after putting up with this story right until this point.

Thank you in advance and may you be blessed with proper books to entertain you.

If you were one of those bouncing breast fanatics, I do advise you to seek out another novel with another focus. Because this lowly self could never fulfil those basic needs of yours that needed to be quenched by carnal desire and fornication.

Clearly, someone really hated you when sending you the link to this chapter, and I do apologize profusely for robbing you of those special, few minutes that could have been invested into "ME-time".

Should there be any doubts about my judgement in this case...then cry me a river and just voice your complaints.

But, don't forget, without any doubt, once you are reading this I was dead as can be... same could be said about this story.

That being said, see you guys in Born&Torn or another chapter, at this point I have run out of ideas anyway.

Take care!!!