As seen above ( this nice little flag showing my location), English is not my first language. I try to write as best as I can. And well, the results always differ.

Then again I'm a very emotional being and like any other reviews make my day. Like seriously, I get one review and I'm literally screaming in delight.

About me- and mainly my writing (for those not interested, skip this part, like seriously, this paragraph isn't going to make you rich, famous or beautiful):

I'm currently living in a phase of 'write sth, erase it, write again, rewrite it, erase again and end up with a writer's block'.

The plot. It begins with an idea and ends up as a mess of 'I have no idea what's going on anymore here'. Sums up how I write. Also, the reason why it will take some time to write another chapter. Like lots of tiiiiiimmmee.

Any delays or other things will be published in a separate chapter, in the same chapter or on my profile.

Or I will simply leave the story as it is without any announcement till my dear friend Inspiration hits me with a frying pan and makes me update the next chapter or story.

Another Oc in One Piece- seeing as I'm on the 5th chapter, I think it would be good to mention that I plan on updating very sporadically as I'm still planning out the whole plot. Or when Idea strikes me with a baseball bat. About the story: Well, I've been doing my best to make it as realistic as possible. And I mean it. I try to convey anything that would be regarded as a priority in extreme situations from panic attacks (and how much I love torturing my character) and things like food, bath, looking for proper medical treatment before dying to maybe surviving or something.

Status of this piece of work:

Destined to be updated at least every three months. Or four. Maybe five. Heh. I meant six months. Six. (Read note below this vague statement to get a better and clearer vague statement)

Turns out that school is a place for beautiful ways of torture, murder, genocide, suicide, mental breakdowns and other colourful things of doom. Luckily warm milk and chocolate cookies save the day and this fanfic.

Dear void.

Or at least I think there is one reader out there looking at this. That makes it quite awkward, seeing as I don't know you very well, or at all so to say. At least you can't reply to me directly under this profile. Makes it little less awkward.

After such a long time, and what a long time it has been, I think I have reached the next level of writerhood on this site, and am on the way to achive the final form of Writer.

Just as not predicted by myself, after thinking, giving up, rewriting, attempting to rewrite, revising, the list is getting unnecessarily and exhaustingly long, revisiting good ol' days, adding stuff and then abandoning with the promise of not abandoning the next chapters of my current projects, I and the assembly of the last two or three standing writer's cells at the back of my mind's not so lovely behind, decided to post an older revised fic, which is absolutely not related to any of the already posted fanfics. And to top it off, this is also a long-term project without a set deadline and another promise to keep it alive and get back to it. At a later time.

Lest to be said, I'm proud.

and to whomever this may concern, congratulations and blessings, by all unclear entities in everyone's life, for the decision to read my ranting eulogy. You clearly seem to have an eclectic taste in reading material. And if you're waiting for another chapter of what stands below, I now pronounce you a knight of patience in the light and name of the entities of my last two standing writer's cells of my mind's behind. (the third one went on vacation)

I'm out to hallucinate.

Have fun y'all.

PS I'm still sure that this is the void I'm speaking with. Would be terrifying to see if it would talk back to me one day.