BloodyDiarrhea

A mage from distant lands. Hated by the world, she carries its secrets to the lands of the immortal, the demonic and the divine, while being harassed by a certain Dark Lord.

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Author's note:

I got bored so, I made this.

My grammar isn't the best, plus I'm starting to suspect both my breaking keyboard and failing autocorrect is scheming against me, so sorry about that.

I made this while drawing inspiration from my half-baked knowledge of different stuff I've read as well as a story I wrote in secret back in high school (that I never showed anyone, or finished). I wanted to include as many different things as I possibly could when i started writing this stuff which is probably why it is such a mess (especially the names. I wanted to use names from different places in the world, but it got confusing.)

I don't want to offend anyone or make any statements on anything in my writing. It is mostly just for self-amusement.

That being said, if you like it then good for you. 
And if you don't, then why are you still here? Shoo! Go! Get out of here!

Anyways, enjoy! Oh look! My note is longer than the synopsis! Lets make it longer! Oh look, a butterfly! Whee! Byeeeee!

Journey Of New Beginnings

After losing my life's savings as well as my biggest get rich quick scheme to date, to that creepy playboy, I felt dejected. So, I went on a vacation around the continent to cheer myself up, but that wasn't enough to lift my spirits. So, I used the footage from the playboy's photoshoot, to make me some quick cash to sooth my poor heart. I copy printed a ton of images, while using them as a reference as I doodled some naked drawings of him, before selling them in every town, city or village I visited. And you know what? It worked!

It seems that guy is obscenely popular, so as soon as I figured out what the market price of his gross mug was, I made a small fortune. I mean, it's barely a fraction of what I lost, but at least it's a start. I don't see myself restarting my pet project any time soon, but at least my other, other pet project is going relatively well.

At the rate things are going I might be able to raise that playboys fancy schmancy castle to the ground before the next Walpurgisnacht.

I suddenly got a ton of missed messages from work, demanding my attention. I don't have nearly enough bodies to keep up with the Nox helpline business I'm running on the side. Oh, crap! I forgot to pick up Meathead from kindergarten. I guess I could just shove one of these off on him. Is what I thought when I teleported to his location and was immediately turned into a candle by some rude old guy.

Chapter 125: Nox's Intermission!