WRITING OF BEE

I'm not really a person who starts projects and finishes them, per say. Everything is a work in progress, you are, I am (these are coping strategies I use to justify my lack of motivation). You can ask Quinn, our home is filled with half-finished projects of mine strewn about the place.



The world of Siridae, in actuality, is as such: a satellite to the gas-giant “The Titan Goddess” (or more commonly, “The Goddess”) located in the material plane, housing hundreds of thousands of years worth of lore and other nonsense. Days are 26 hours long, and are a singular rotation. Years are 6 months long, and count not for the orbit of The Goddess around the sun, but rather the revolution of Siridae around The Goddess. The Goddess, since the formation of Siridae, has not completed a full revolution around the Sun, called Ish (its godly name being Ishtar).
Eola moves frantically, clutching her sister against her chest.. Her arms tremble in their struggle to keep the child from slipping from her arms, her legs- sore from a lack of use- threaten to buckle beneath her and send them both to the ground. “Where are we going?” Her sister asks, whipping her head back and forth to regard the chaos that surrounded them. Their home was in disarray, Eola only having a few precious minutes to tear through their belongings to gather a meager supply of food, water, and goods that would serve them well on the road. The bed that she had been laid upon for days glared at her accusingly, casting blame....
Why, this blog in of itself is a project of mine! I will try to keep up with logging the fixes and what not I make to this site.
In which I make the transformation into a femcel by trying to become a solo indie game developer. How hard can it be? (really fucking hard).../a>