As a nice conclusion, and because Stigg and Gormash will probably Rick Roll me if I don't, I'm collating all of the story episodes into this blog post, from beginning to end, so they can be picked up handily by the E-book people. You can blame my overdeveloped wish to build suspense for not handing them all out at the beginning.

"I'm sorry I'm so bad at holding aggro, it's just that my caudate nucleus is a little undeveloped"

Bad-at-video-Games

Fine to watch this at work, people will just think you're a trekkie goofing off before Christmas.
However, make sure it's with headphones on, as the audio is decidedly NSFW. Which is why I lol'd.

Did not suck.
Though in respect to anyone who doesn't want mild spoilers, I'll put the rest below.

2 pages tonight, because tomorrow is the office christmas party, and I'll likely be too pissed* tomorrow evening to type my own name, much less post anything here. Woohoo. Surfing, horseriding and beer all laid on by the company. On a workday, too.

I'm positively embarrassed by my good fortune. Oh, and did I mention that the weather will probably be flawless? Almost makes up for hearing about all you guys and your awesome cycling in the depths of the NZ winter.

*(note to the international audience, this means "drunk", and not anything else)

Yup. No story yesterday night. Some things just have to come first. And Dream Theater gigging at the Auckland Civic last night and me happening to have a ticket are one of those things.

Well, it is a bit risky. Y'see, I don't want to distract Gormash from this drawing roll he's on, as it's just awesome watching all the pictures happening on Gobo's world. However, I did undertake to keep up with the PDF's for his E-book use. So here they are. Chapters 8 - 12.

If he stops drawing you'll all just have to lynch me or something.

...It was a long weekend here in NZ. No, not the kind of weekend where it feels long because the weather is crappy. The kind where you have Saturday, Sunday and Monday off because it's a public holiday, and the weather's so damn good that you remember that summer's very nearly here, so you dust off the barbie and cook steaks, and then you lie back in the hammock in the sun with a cold beer and watch a hawk circling wayyyy overhead in the blue, blue sky, and think "Life's good."

Because Stigg asked for it to help keep track. I will add more people as they enter the story.

I apologise for not being quite up to date on the "one page per day" delivery of story this weekend, extenuating circumstances forbade.