Hey friends, so remember how in the author notes last chapter I said I was dealing with a bunch of stuff in my life right now? Well one of those things is I'm in the process of building my own house, and I'm just at the point where I'm putting on the roof.

Why am I telling you this, you ask?

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

Because I fell off the roof yesterday.

I'm okay, nothing's broken, but I landed right on my right arm and bruised it straight to hell. I can barely move my hand or arm right now, and it's swollen to the size of a canned ham. I can move my thumb okay, but not my fingers very much.

So of course this makes it difficult to type, as you might imagine. Sam will be on hiatus for a little while until I heal up sufficiently to get back to typing. Hopefully it'll be quick.

Sorry gang, I know we just started up again, but my old foe Gravity caught me unawares and took advantage of my lapse in watchfulness. I'll try to heal as fast as I can!