I've always tried to allow my characters a certain amount of freedom, but where there is freedom, there are thoughts I cannot hear, and nuances that are lost to me. As I enter, once more, back into Railroad Towers, I find that I really don't know everything that I, the God of this world, should know. Funny thing how clarity ultimately breeds confusion. How does that even make sense?
I'm not saying I am disheartened about any of it. I guess reality just smacked me in the face a bit too hard. From the outside, say... from inside the Smokey Hallway, I felt like I understood everything. I understood it enough to want to be there. I even had a couple of reasons to be there. For one, I needed to find Vixxie, and I also needed to reconnect with Jason, my closest friend in all the multiverse.
I guess I am a little depressed, but I'll get over it. It's all about losing a little control. It's my world. If things happen that I don't necessarily cause, it makes me uneasy. This story is, at times, writing itself... and I feel like I am just the guy who is recording down the events. And then again it might not even be like that. Maybe I am still in control, but it's all instinct. It's hard to say.
Whatever the case, I am here. I made it back. I killed the monster called Jack, and now I am back in Railroad Towers and will do whatever I fucking feel like while I am here. I'm here to fuck and get fucked. And while I'm at it, go find Vixxie and make her my queen once more. Who's gonna stop me? Ixus? I'd like to see him try.
While you're here, why not check out the last book I published in your God-forsaken world. It's called "Lust Bearers: The Temptations of Pan." Information below. I'll be busy having old man, goat sex. Cheers.
