《Dark Lord For Dummies?》A tl;dr shitty tear-jerking notice
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Ooookay, where should I start... I know! Let's start with this one sentence of truth: This web serial is shit, absolute garbage, an abysmal poor excuse of a novel that sucks everything on a hardcore level.
Okay that's an exaggeration. In RRL standards, it's average if not above. While that's well and all, and believe me I loved the support, enthusiasm, and well-done criticism everyone gave me and this story, it just feels like something is missing.
I started this shit with no clear plan in mind, a ‘the wind will take me somewhere’ kind of start. It had been fun, at the very least, just scribbling with reckless abandon then throwing it out the middle of the road (which is shit attitude in real life, by the way).
But I feel like this, this story, is something good. No, scratch that, ‘great’, in my opinion, but I lack the skills to tell the story well. And that amounts to nothing at all. I feel like it would be a waste to tell this story in this level of execution (which is, 1 to 10, I would rate myself 3) and that you, my readers, deserve more than these abysmal first draft chapters.
All that soppy drama said, I'm closing the curtains.
No, no, I'm far from dropping it. I won't drop it, on the contrary, I will work harder for it, but you just won't see them for a while. A complete rewrite, yes, because I'm not satisfied on my work. The story deserves more quality, and you good sons of bitches do, too.
I'll be working on fixing things like the magic system which had been so overwhelmingly complicated that everyone's heads are already spinning. And also a myriad of other issues.
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So exactly how it sounds like, I won't be updating for a while. I don't know how long it will take (somewhere around 3 months to a whole year, all depends on my speed and skill). That said, I'm open to beta readers, who I can contact in private, and feed crappy vomit cereals along the way.
Now why would anyone want that? I guess I'll give those who participate a little something... Like a character named to them, yes. Anyone who wants to be a beta reader can, you know, shout in the comments (I'll be reading them with great vigor) or give me a private message. I will add you as a buddy and send chapter drafts as pm's.
A character named Azuriq or Dragrath should be nice (Yes, I'm looking at you guys). Please join the dark side. I won't stop checking comments and replying, and am always open to suggestions, criticism, words of encouragement, roasting and what-have-you.
With that all said, this tl;dr crappy notice shall now end. I'll see you guys next millennium.
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