Hi. Not an update, but I'm writing this to tell anyone who's still here that I'm rewriting Bad Luck under the name 300 Moons Till Disconnect. It has actual proofreading, planning, and I wrote it while awake this time.

Here's a sample of the first chapter:

"When you’re playing video games, you don’t typically expect anything wild to happen. I mean, sure, there’s always the times when you finally get graced by the hands of the RNG gods, or when the speedrun leaderboard gains a new number one. Or, when a new update drops and it’s every bit as cool as you hoped it would be. You know, those are pretty wild, I guess, but not “wild” wild, you know?

I don’t know about you, but I don’t expect the wild things to happen when playing video games. I don’t expect a bloody gang fight to break out below my window while grinding for a rare drop. I don’t expect to grow a third eye in the middle of a boss fight. I don’t expect the apocalypse to happen or flies to come raining down from the sky, along with all the cats and dogs and who knows what idioms people come up with. Who knows, you might expect that to happen, and I’d say you’d probably be very disappointed after all the times it doesn’t.

Okay, maybe my examples were a bit too exaggerated. There were no third eyes or gang fights, and probably no apocalypse. All that happened, was that I played my favourite video game, beat a boss and then went to sleep.

Seems pretty normal, doesn’t it? Allow me illustrate exactly what happened:

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

It all started about a year ago, when I was still just your average 32-year-old office worker, having to deal with raging clients and my slightly less raging boss. Now don’t worry, this story isn’t about my insufferable clients, or my boss. Not even my coworkers, even though some of them are admittedly pretty good at cracking jokes. No, this story is about Briarwood Rebirth, a game that I’d been playing since I was 15, and continued to play throughout my pain of a work life.

Now, you may ask, what kind of game was Briarwood Rebirth to keep me captivated for 17 whole years? Story-wise, it’s a tale about an elf princess named Rosa, and her attempts to save her fairy kingdom of Briarwood from Ruin. A very fairytale-like story with elements from Celtic mythology that, although far from accurate most of the time, helped add to the sort of mystical atmosphere. Gameplay-wise, though, it’s a buggy mess of an MMORPG with the strangest devs I’ve seen.

And to tell the truth, although I say I played BR for 17 years, I doubt that what I’d been doing for the few years up to that fateful day could really be considered “playing”. It’s more of logging in every day, doing my dailies, admiring my majestic collection of all the obtainable equipment in the game. Then logging back out, less than five minutes later. If I had extra time, I’d sometimes fight a miniboss or two, maybe clear a dungeon. Nothing really beyond that.

In the past though, oh boy, I was quite the gamer. I was known far and wide within our little cult community, as the top tier Kobold speedrunner, Bad_Luck.

But— we can go over that another time. All you have to know now, is that no matter how many bugs I tripped on my epic seventeen year journey through Briarwood Rebirth, I never expected anything more disastrous than the usual game crashes and trips through the floor. That is, until that fateful day.

On said fateful day, I was pulling an all nighter struggling to clear the final level of the main campaign."

Please go check it out if you feel like it. It isn't receiving a lot of attention and that makes me kinda sad.