Prologue: There are a lot of Dead Blogs in This Mythos; or, an Introductory Post
Hi, my name is Erin, and I am writing this post because I am feeling wistful for all of the fallen Fearblogs that were unfortunate enough to never even reach a state of completion. Two of such blogs spring readily to mind.
The first of which is, quite shockingly, the third in a trilogy, the Slender Ran trilogy; yes, I am referring to Life on the Slender Scene. I do wish Arkngard would finish it, but it seems that this mysterious conjurer of slender man-based humour has succumbed to some unknown apathy. It's a shame, really.
The second blog, however, is a legend whose name has been erased from existence. Try as I might, after the blog faced deletion at the hands of its creator, I am unable to even recall its name. Despite this horrific erasure against the ever-present Mind of the Internet, I can remember fragments. Enough, perhaps, to recreate this lost opus in my own hand.
But of course, I have said all of this before, in my previous post. Pardon my digression; I will now continue the story proper.
I am a recent uni graduate with a degree in English, concentrated in Creative Writing. This is, without a doubt, largely irrelevant to the story, save for reassurance that I am the right person for the job.
I work as a salesperson in a local fabric store. It is a quiet job most of the time. Not a lot of people come to play, and even fewer come to pay (nice pun, right? I like to think of myself as something of a comedian; a Pungeon Master, if you will. Also, by 'pay' I mean 'pay for fabric'; I hope that was obvious), but it is still an enjoyable experience for me.
I think that's enough for this little self-introduction. I will have to write a new post when something exciting happens, if such were to happen.
The first of which is, quite shockingly, the third in a trilogy, the Slender Ran trilogy; yes, I am referring to Life on the Slender Scene. I do wish Arkngard would finish it, but it seems that this mysterious conjurer of slender man-based humour has succumbed to some unknown apathy. It's a shame, really.
The second blog, however, is a legend whose name has been erased from existence. Try as I might, after the blog faced deletion at the hands of its creator, I am unable to even recall its name. Despite this horrific erasure against the ever-present Mind of the Internet, I can remember fragments. Enough, perhaps, to recreate this lost opus in my own hand.
But of course, I have said all of this before, in my previous post. Pardon my digression; I will now continue the story proper.
I am a recent uni graduate with a degree in English, concentrated in Creative Writing. This is, without a doubt, largely irrelevant to the story, save for reassurance that I am the right person for the job.
I work as a salesperson in a local fabric store. It is a quiet job most of the time. Not a lot of people come to play, and even fewer come to pay (nice pun, right? I like to think of myself as something of a comedian; a Pungeon Master, if you will. Also, by 'pay' I mean 'pay for fabric'; I hope that was obvious), but it is still an enjoyable experience for me.
I think that's enough for this little self-introduction. I will have to write a new post when something exciting happens, if such were to happen.
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