>Battle starts
>Enemies get to attack four times in a row
>Two heroes killed right off the bat
>I finally get a turn
>Attack misses
>Enemy attacks
>Criticial hit
>Death's Door
>Stress accumulates
>Heart attack, third hero dies
>Third hero's death stresses out fourth hero
>Heart attack, dies
>Eight hours of leveling grinding down the drain
I've been playing Final Fantasy Tactics, so I've had political thrillers on my mind for the past few days. It kinda makes me want to write a political thriller. A political thriller about...
Cyborg samurais hunting kaiju on another planet for a bunch of dystopian megacorporations.
Me when I п̵̼̜̲̎̎̔͗̓̂̅̕͝р̶̡̲͇͉̪͙͉͙̤͂͝͝о̸̻͍̰̗̮̓̉͝п̷̢̭͖̲̟͎͉͉͈̣̍̎̓у̴̡̬̩͔̟̼̱͔͓̘̓͒с̷͇̬̤̜͆̇͂̚т̵͚͚͉̺͖̱̐͂͜͝и̶̧̩̣̭͉̫̔́͒̉̕̕͜͝͠т̷̧̥̠͚̬̟̲̬̒̈́̎̚ь̸̨͉̱̟̓͂͒̌͑͗̚ͅ ̵̙̩̥͍͎͇̹̿̏͋̍з̶̹̞̂̈́͛̄̋̐̑̈̐̕ӓ̸͕̜̙͔̻̪̼̘́̒̀͒́в̴̬̺̫͎̯͛̇̐̓͜т̸̮͖̼͇̻̻̍͊р̷̨͓̯͔̙̘́͜а̷͙̫͐̒̐͌к̴̨̡̖̙̘̭̱̭̈̒̍͘̕
I just spent two days straight trying to integrate a joke I really liked into XNPC. After rewriting three chapters to try and shoehorn it in, and the shoehorning being extremely obvious every time, I finally gave up.
Check out Chapter Thirty One of XNPC, where Jeremy stares death in the eye and pushes himself beyond his limits as a mortal being in order to fight a level five slime.
Trying to write while you have a head cold be like... Miranda fought with her daggers. She did a flip. Jeremy watched with wonder in his wow. She hit one and it fell down on the [can't think of word, come back later]. And then there were somethings happen over there n Jeremy went to stop it but he didn't have his axe and he said "(dozes off for fifteen minutes) And then Miranda did a flip.

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