Shit, again! Sorry.

Author's Note

To over simplify; I moved, broke my phone, watch my brother get sentenced five years in Lawton and this story is well and truly dead... Yeah, that's not even half of it all, but whatever!

Now, I will write this story (as well as continue the other Bioshock story I started) but its got to focus less on magical fuck all and more on emotional attachment. Mr. Cee will be back to save Theresa, but I'm going to ramp up the more or less self mutilation and ensure he stays mute this time (gonna wire his fucking mouth shut). The crossover kinda died, partially my fault, mostly the four timezone difference between me and the other two guys I was collaborating with, so... Sorry you didnt get to see Freja being an asshole in her own right (mostly sorry for the spider rape)... Did Celestial get that far in his posts? Ah, whatever. I blame tequila and whiskey. Sorry.

Y'all come back, now, ya hear!? I aint dead, just buried by the post office.