Look it had to happen eventually and I definitely wasn't going to wait until chapter 69, okay? Um...14 is horny because 1 is lower and 4 is higher...bottom and top.
What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)
Aiming to finish my outline by the end of the month. (Again, very detailed.)
Right now I'm getting to the part in which the system might be introduced, though I'm not sure if its staty enough to be considered a LitRpg. Either way the system isn't too important I'd say. (But If I can plaster on that tag then yay views!)
Anyway, really enjoying it. I hope when I get to show it to you that you will also.
Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)
Yes, it is me. Goatrrator.
Today let us stop and examine a rather popular flower, a rose.
The top view of a rose bares a stunning resemblance to a dancer who spins in ever-shortening circles. Yet its thorns are akin to needles and its petals are as soft and puffy as any lip. One could say a rose is like a woman with a red dress and bloody mouth, carrying a knife that is never far from her hand.
But that is oh so wrong. A rose hypnotizes you with its beauty, then cuts you open if you dare hold it improperly. It does not care for your sentiment nor does it show overt aggression.
Therefore I'd say a rose is more akin to a cat.
How about another flower, a daisy? Yes, that will do.
A daisy is open with its affection. How could it not be? Its petals after all are spread out to allow you an easy view into its yellow center. Which in my opinion bares a stunning resemblance to the sun.
Yes, a daisy is like a sun. Warm, open, and awe-inspiring.
Let's move on to our final flower. The selas flower.
...Huh, how odd. I was sure I'd found a spot with a selas flower or two. Though I suppose that fits their character.
Well, it is unfortunate but it seems that this third part will need to wait until I can find that sneaky flower.
Until then enjoy roses, daisies, and the smell the wind brings in a well-maintained garden.
Toodles.
The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
Mr.Prankster: "Alright, last time was a dud, but this one? This one is going to be great!"
Mr.Prankster dials up a number of a rather normal man...sorta.
Professional Stranger25: "Yes?"
Mr.Prankster: "Hello, Professional Stranger25! I'd like to offer you a-"
*Beep.
Mr.Prankster: 'He hung up? Ughhhhh, what a buzz kill! Mhhm, maybe I should just throw in the towel...go back to H.college...I'd still end up with less debate then actual college...no, No! That's LOoooossseeerr TALK! I'm a great independent Prankster and if that son of a bitch don't want my pranks then HE is the one missing out! Why I'll have the next guy fuming in minutes! I can do this! I can do it!'
MR.PRANKSTER: "YEAH, YOU HEARD ME WORLD? I CAN DDOOOO IT!!!"
Mr.Prankster dials up the number of a guy from a near enough universe for his signal to still work.
Skeleton named Steve: "Yes?"
Mr.Prankster: "Knock knock."
Skeleton named Steve: "Sir, this is my limbo phone number. Every moment I spend here is one in which the line of limbo grows longer and longer. Hurting the-"
Mr.Prankster: "Knock knock."
Skeleton named Steve: "Sir, could you please-"
Mr.Prankster: "Oh come on! I bought your fucking isekai magazine ticket! Right here on page 5 it explicitly states that the customer is always right!"
Skeleton named Steve: "Sir, we don't have maga-"
Mr.Prankster: "THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!
Skeleton named Steve: "...But your not a customer, your-"
Mr.Prankster: "Who says I don't want to get Isekai'd? Who says you aren't ruining your worlds first impression on someone who could be a GREAT hero? Or villain! I can swing both ways! And...do you really want your BOSS to know you lost on a potential asset?"
Skeleton named Steve: "..."
Mr.Prankster: 'Oh my Luci, I did a karen thing! Holy shit I'm trembling, its so orgasmic!"
Mr.Prankster cleared his throat...in a rather...putrid way. Like a cat vomiting out a hairball.
When he heard the soft but no doubt annoyed sigh of the Skeleton? Well, it was like he'd gotten the last-point shot in a basketball game. He couldn't wait to report back to Luci.
Mr.Prankster: "Knock knock."
Skeleton named Steve: "Whose there?"
Mr.Prankster: "b-Bone head!"
Skeleton named Steve: "Bone head who?"
Mr.Prankster: "y...YOU!!! HAhahahah!"
Mr.Prankster tossed his phone so hard it shattered, ending the connection. But he couldn't give less of a damn. After all, he'd just crafted a 'Masterpiece.' of the highest proportions. Anyone would be gleeful after pulling off such a...'sophisticated' prank.
After wiping the tears from his Mr.Prankster eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a relaxed smile.
Mr.Prankster: 'Yup...still got it.'
The final section! (Section.)
The end sometimes feels like the middle book of a fantasy trilogy. Excuse me, duology.