The Day Dawned Golden

After twenty-seven days without a whisper of story, the Apocalypse rises again to ensnare us all in its warm, grasping tentacles. As it draws you once more into its gaping maw, take a moment to reflect on the meaninglessness of your life without my writing. Then rejoice as you are consumed. Rejoice, for never again shall you know a day without the Apocalypse. Until I get writer's block again that is. Which will probably not happen until midsummer. Maybe sooner. Possibly later. Regardless, don't expect updates at the frequency I once attempted. The rush of daily posting did nothing but advance the story. That is to say, things happened, but nothing really was told.

Apparently, a lot of pieces fell into place during my briefish hiatus. Regrettably, more fell out of place than into. My entire ending needs to be reworked, though that won't be a problem for months. I had believed I had the Yellow story arc into place, but when I look back on it, the manga's story seems to have overwritten it. While I liked the manga's version, I doubt anyone would care to read a novelization thereof.

The lack of response by this point is really very discouraging.

A Mathematical Error

Yes, the post on RPS is not a mistake. GLaDOS lives to Lament anew. When Portal 2 was announced, I immediately began to consider the next Lament. I began to build a story, and a glimpse is provided now. I regret to tell you that the next Lament has nearly a year before birth, but when it arrives, all will be as it should be. I see the Lament as the cornerstone of my work on my blog. The Apocalypse is grand, but it isn't the Lament.


Speaking of which, I really should see about forging that Apocalypse. Maybe it's ready to be born.

Missing: Story Shards

Actually, if I pull this off you'll be missing more than that. Due to my actions (which will be explained momentarily), you're going to miss the next five Shards and the next five Tales. You might miss some Thoughts too. I dunno, I think I have someone for that.

ANYWAY... you know about Moképon, right? No? Then you are a horrible, horrible person. Read it. Now. Seriously, I linked it. Just click the title above and read it. All. In fact, I declare it the official Reoganworks comic. Yeah. Read it or you're not part of Reoganworks. You just pretend to be.




Have you read it? Great! Now read the comments and the responses to them.


Yes, I'm serious.



Well, by the time you read this, it's probably days after you started reading the post (Hours if you have nothing better to do than obey me. If that's the case, I really would love to meet you. And then have you bake me cakes and make outdated references to them being lies.). Nonetheless, I will now answer that question you've been wanting to ask.

(don't say forty-two, don't say forty-two, don't say forty-two)

The answer is March Madness. Yes, thanks to H0lyhandgrenade, I learned about the comic-a-day thing. I thought if they could do it, I could too. Except that I can't draw too well (Though not too badly either. Here, have a pokémon thing)


















I realized I can still participate in story form. I intend to post an Apocalypse every day this month. Everything else by me we'll be postponed until April. Though I may need a break afterward. We'll see.

I would apologize, but it seems to me that the Apocalypse is the most beloved of my works, so instead I will let you applaud.

Question! (AUTHOR'S NOTE: THAT IS TO BE PRONOUNCED 'QVESTION.')
How do you like the Shards thus far, and how do you feel about the new Tale, both for its own merit and compared to the first.

I should draw that thing again. I know what not to do now...

Chapter Two, Who's That Pokémon?

I love cheesy titles, don't you? The best part of BNL seems to be the opportunity to create titles for the Apocalypse without fear of diluting the atmosphere (as this title certainly would have).

I mentioned that writing action scares me because I don't want to slow the pace of the story, but on that same token I fear writing waits as I need to make the reader feel the pause. An example of a failure to write a wait well follows:

Red waited for an eternity, then Pikachu came out of the cage and zapped him.

As you should be able to see, the above sentence mentions a wait, but the wait doesn't feel like a wait. A good wait should have sentences detailing it. Possibly parallelism as well, but multiple sentences at the least. I believe I created the proper feel using both. The first action that wasn't an act of waiting occurred in the ninth sentence. I used the phrase nothing happened twice, to give a feel of redundancy and lethargy. Yes, lethargy is communicated. Lethargic people are woefully repetitive.

Here was the first sign of a reign of terror that lasted for nearly a month. Firefox's spellchecker refused to accept the word leapt and it convinced me that proper English speakers would only dare use leaped instead. I prefer leapt in this case as it has a more powerful reactionary feel. If you think leaped works better you are not only wrong, but possibly suffering from a contrecoup. Please see a doctor immediately.

The sentence about a tentacle-beast seems a bit of a run-on. No, it can't be. Commas fix everything, right,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,?

I'm never typing that again. I feel dirty after such punctuation abuse.

I thought the abrupt change from tentacled horror from Rl'yeh to wet sponge created a delightful contrast, forcing the reader to change their newly formed notions completely.

Hopped was the wrong word for the way Nyoromo moved. It should be tumbled. Poliwag don't do well on land.

Note how I said some caterpie. The larvae grow. Quickly. Blood is very nutritious. Whatever it lacks, flesh makes up for. Yay science!

A poliwag's spiral is its intestinal tract. It's official. Nyoromo isn't starving. Much.

I quake at the thought of using hyphens in writing. I always think I'm doing it wrong.

Glorious Guardian is alliterative and thus good writing.

The ending makes me smile. Every time.



Does any of this sound narcissistic? I hope not. I'm only being honest.

Reflections of Recent Writing

I have just finished writing the third chapter of the second Tale. I invite you to see my thought process.

Wait, how do I title these? I should check.

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Oh, story number comma chapter. Got it.

Can a screen so faint it's all but imperceptible flash? No, wrong implications.

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Flicker! It implies darkening as opposed to brightening.

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I hope.

No, idiot, s THEN apostrophe. There are multiple shadows.

Does he type for the screen? No, he can point. I can imply age through finger description. Wait... I can do that? I love writing.

Wait, rather than enlarge the screen, imply advanced technology by having it approach the man. In midair.

Old people in shadows always have hooked noses. It's a fact.

How many words does it display? Three is a good number.

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What words are they?

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Oh! I'll figure out what it says, then write how many words the screen displays.

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Well this deals with last chapter, so the Speaker's fondness for regulations carries over.

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Is Speaker capitalized?

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I should check.

No? That's stupid. I should've capitalized it.

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I could fix it without a word. No one needs to kn-

No. I am infallible. Changing the word would admit fallibility. Which I lack.

I like the way I described the smile.

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Wait... tightening means stress. I need to lift the corners of his lips too.

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Is that clearly a smile? No, remember that idiots might read this. Cater to all fools.

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That should be Reoganworks' motto. 'Cater to all Foo-

Stay on track! You're almost done.

Ooh, yes. Mention how he stretches out his fingers. Details make the story.

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I really wish I capitalized speaker. It would so much better. Oh well.

The Odor of Tuesdays

The second chapter of the first of the Tales followed the same style as the first. This one, however, focused on smell. While the first spoke of buzzing, here I spoke of ozone. Things are no longer in pristine condition. As I progress, I try to communicate that something is horribly wrong with the world. Burning Fields can only be the product of some horrible event, be it polluting wildfire or massive funeral pyre. Then I tried to give the reader a sense of the alien nature of this world by referring to what I now call the Vortex. I make it an ever present spectre. I give death form. I make the world farther from the light in which you live, but I give it dwelling in the dark recesses of your mind.

Did it work?


And, yes. Today was the last day of the first tale. I was delighted with the ending. I hope you liked it.

The Sorrows

The Sevenfold Sorrows of the Lord is not going to be religious, despite the presence of a character named the Lord and the appearance of a Lucifer.

It came to me in the early morning delirium just before bed. When I started, all I had was the first line. As I wrote, I arbitrarily chose seven to be the number of kings. Then I had the Lord ask a question any Lord might.

It took me a long time to write the next part. I needed every king to have something different to say, something different to rule, and to have a name. I chose names I found delightfully archaic, and I chose lands that I could see people of those names ruling. As it stands, we have six domains (plains, trade routes, forests, oceans, caverns, and mountains)and Lucifer's prophethood. Each king was given a clear standing in respect to the others. The story is not yet completely written, but it's planned. I think I know what will happen, and be assured that it will be sorrowful.

For the Lord, at least,