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Hello everyone, as promised now that both Best of Intentions and A Golden Path have both had some time to shine, I wanted to check in on how people were feeling about the bi-weekly update schedule. I know it's caused some confusion for some people, and about why I repost chapters in general. To clarify that bit -- Patreon lacks a good way to trickle down content from high tiers to lower tiers, ...

Best of Intentions: Spooky Scary Skeletons (ch. 10)

I had no idea who this lady was, I thought as Dakka took point with Jill behind her and me bringing up the rear. But that didn't necessarily mean anything. We were here days earlier than Jill and Carlos arrived in the game. So, it was entirely possible that there were a few survivors that had been holding out before then. I'd call it probable, even. Umbrella was filled with mouth breathing lobo...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.6 (ch. 6)

Eddard Stark looked down at the letter carried forth by a raven from his home, Winterfell. The letter was penned by his father as Ned recognized his handwriting easily enough, even if his father's letters were few and far between. His eyes followed the looping letters, digesting the letter's contents a short moment before Robert, his friend, peered over his shoulder. “Anything interesting?”...

Best of Intentions: Ring of Fire (ch. 9)

It wasn't often that I locked up. When it came to fight or flight, I leaned pretty unilaterally ‘fight’ in most circumstances. The last time I froze like a deer in headlights was when I first arrived in this world. Initially, I thought I had been kidnapped or something and it was only when I went to the hospital to make sure that I still had all of my internal organs that I saw the Umbrella...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.5 (ch. 5)

“It was only a matter of time,” Rickard muttered as he looked down at the slip of parchment, reading the message but it had some difficulty sinking in. A shipment of goods had been attacked on the way to Whiteharbor. Despite the value of the shipment, Rickard had decided to use a light guard to avoid suspicion and now wondered if that was a mistake. The guards, all slaughtered to a man. The...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.5 (ch. 19)

A full week after Tyrogue evolved into Hitmontop, I found myself in a private clearing not too far away from the cove that Misty decided to stay in. The two hour walk to and from was too much wasted time in her eyes, so she just camped out there. I stayed in the area just in case something happened. Or, if I was wrong about Gyarados.

I was ninety-nine percent sure that I was right. I had...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.4 (ch. 18)

If Misty was being honest with herself, she had no clue if Blair was right or not. What he talked about sounded far-fetched, a legend of old leading to a way to evolve a magikarp. He seemed to believe it, though. And she wanted to believe that he was right, which is why she dove into the cold waters of the ocean with her rebreather in place. Night swimming in the ocean was familiar to her, even...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.3 (ch. 17)

There aren't really words to describe a gyarados in action. The waters surged around him as he swam forward with shocking speed, causing the platforms to flip over in his wake as he parted the arena. My stomach was doing flips inside of me because that same ice cold dread filled me as when Mimikyu lost it against Onix. Only Gyarados wasn't aiming to attack a pokemon. He was a thing that had bee...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.2 (ch. 16)

Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. Past me really was the worst. Seriously, what had he been thinking, kicking the hand grenade my way so it would blow up in my face?

“Hullo?” I said, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frozen stiff. I felt like a deer in headlights -- the phone call had been bad enough, but meeting a member of my- Blair's family in per...

The Good Life: Feast (ch. 61)

Satoru made a sweeping gesture with his hands and a condensed ball of blue cursed energy entered my Room, revealing it to be a torrent of gravitational pull. Stone, dirt, and wood from the buildings around us were ripped up and flung to the central point of the blue ball. It was a neat technique, I acknowledged, a grin on my face. Sukuna didn't even bother to uncross his arms, leaving the ball ...

The Good Life: Cooking (ch. 60)

Sukuna's nature had never changed. Even when he was a wretched brat, dependent on the mercy of a monk who fed him leftovers so putrid that even the desperate and starving passed them over -- he had always believed in a fundamental truth. The world belonged to the strong, and the weak lived in it at their sufferance. At his sufferance, once he became the strong.

It was for that reason he ...

The Good Life: Seasoning (ch. 59)

I felt kinda bad for ending my date with Robin early, but out of every weird and interesting thing I had ever seen, a sapient finger had to take the cake. Super powers were normal. After a year, I even got used to the idea of traveling to other worlds. Magic was still new and interesting, but I could understand it. Rationalize it.

A mummified finger with a whole consciousness inside of i...

The Good Life: Prepping (ch. 58) (Jujutsu Kaisen Start)

Magic. It felt like a whole new world just opened up to me. It was something fundamentally new and it was fascinating. For the past two years, I had been exploring the many facets of my power. Given where I started, barely able to expand my Room more than an inch off my body and stuck swapping things with the same amount of mass? I had improved by leaps and bounds.

My Room got larger. I ...

Legends Never Die and The Good Life updates

Hello everyone, this is a heads up that this week is going to be a little weird in regards to the updates for LND and TGL.

First, upon the reaction I got from chapter 88 of LND, I've since reread the chapter in question and I'm not entirely happy with it. It lacked some nuance for the sake of brevity and the flow of the conversation. I feel like it could be better and better deliver the p...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.6 (ch. 6)

Eddard Stark looked down at the letter carried forth by a raven from his home, Winterfell. The letter was penned by his father as Ned recognized his handwriting easily enough, even if his father's letters were few and far between. His eyes followed the looping letters, digesting the letter's contents a short moment before Robert, his friend, peered over his shoulder. “Anything interesting?”...

Best of Intentions: Ring of Fire (ch. 9)

It wasn't often that I locked up. When it came to fight or flight, I leaned pretty unilaterally ‘fight’ in most circumstances. The last time I froze like a deer in headlights was when I first arrived in this world. Initially, I thought I had been kidnapped or something and it was only when I went to the hospital to make sure that I still had all of my internal organs that I saw the Umbrella...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.5 (ch. 5)

“It was only a matter of time,” Rickard muttered as he looked down at the slip of parchment, reading the message but it had some difficulty sinking in. A shipment of goods had been attacked on the way to Whiteharbor. Despite the value of the shipment, Rickard had decided to use a light guard to avoid suspicion and now wondered if that was a mistake. The guards, all slaughtered to a man. The...

Best of Intentions: The Moss (ch. 8)

“I'm not wading through filthy toilet water without some protection,” I argued as I suited up back at my apartment. There was a lot of nasty stuff down in the sewers on a normal day, much less the crap that Umbrella had been throwing in it. I knew of at least one genetic abomination that was currently swimming through the refuse and knowing my luck, it wouldn't just be the one.

“Yo...

The Good Life: Cooking (ch. 60)

Sukuna's nature had never changed. Even when he was a wretched brat, dependent on the mercy of a monk who fed him leftovers so putrid that even the desperate and starving passed them over -- he had always believed in a fundamental truth. The world belonged to the strong, and the weak lived in it at their sufferance. At his sufferance, once he became the strong.

It was for that reason he ...

The Good Life: Seasoning (ch. 59)

I felt kinda bad for ending my date with Robin early, but out of every weird and interesting thing I had ever seen, a sapient finger had to take the cake. Super powers were normal. After a year, I even got used to the idea of traveling to other worlds. Magic was still new and interesting, but I could understand it. Rationalize it.

A mummified finger with a whole consciousness inside of i...

The Good Life: Prepping (ch. 58) (Jujutsu Kaisen Start)

Magic. It felt like a whole new world just opened up to me. It was something fundamentally new and it was fascinating. For the past two years, I had been exploring the many facets of my power. Given where I started, barely able to expand my Room more than an inch off my body and stuck swapping things with the same amount of mass? I had improved by leaps and bounds.

My Room got larger. I ...

The Good Life: Indulgence (ch. 57)

“Oh, you were keeping secrets~!” Yoruichi noted while Chel masterfully rolled her hips, biting her bottom lip seductively while Cinder ground her pussy against the palm of my hand. Robin reached up to the knot at the back of her neck and undid it, letting the cloth that barely covered her breasts fall away for a split second before I felt a hand fondling my balls.

Nora rolled her eye...

Legends Never Die: The Chosen (ch. 93)

Things were moving. Slowly, but steadily. My return to Norland was marked with little fanfare, and things continued normally for the most part. Norland was continuously built up -- the forum was rapidly nearing completion as it was worked on all hours of the day. It wasn't a grand building by any means, nothing in comparison to something like the Hagia Sophia. But it was a good learning experie...

Legends Never Die: Taking Action (ch. 92)

As I expected, Irene was less than happy to learn that there were ten thousand Pagans ready to set sail towards Crete. Actually, less than happy was an understatement. It was more of a barely restrained frothing at the mouth rage hidden behind a practiced smile as she summoned me to Constantinople for an explanation.

She sat across from me in the same chamber as she had met Otto in, the ...

Legends Never Die: Uncomfortable Expectations (ch. 91)

This was a problem for a lot of reasons and I was struggling to figure out which was the most pressing. Ten thousand people wasn't a small number. That was a migration. Norland was already in a state of expansion and development, so the massive influx in numbers wasn't impossible to handle but up until this point I had enjoyed a steady trickle of migrants to Norland. A significant portion would...

Legends Never Die: Migration (ch. 90)

I was going to have to build a forum, I realized. And rush construction for several of my other projects. I refused to be shamed by the Christians that would soon flood my town. I'm certain that they would find a way to complain about something, but I refused to allow their complaints to be rooted in anything except for their own prejudice. And, admittedly, I wanted to watch them choke on their...

Best of Intentions: Ring of Fire (ch. 9)

It wasn't often that I locked up. When it came to fight or flight, I leaned pretty unilaterally ‘fight’ in most circumstances. The last time I froze like a deer in headlights was when I first arrived in this world. Initially, I thought I had been kidnapped or something and it was only when I went to the hospital to make sure that I still had all of my internal organs that I saw the Umbrella...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.5 (ch. 5)

“It was only a matter of time,” Rickard muttered as he looked down at the slip of parchment, reading the message but it had some difficulty sinking in. A shipment of goods had been attacked on the way to Whiteharbor. Despite the value of the shipment, Rickard had decided to use a light guard to avoid suspicion and now wondered if that was a mistake. The guards, all slaughtered to a man. The...

Best of Intentions: The Moss (ch. 8)

“I'm not wading through filthy toilet water without some protection,” I argued as I suited up back at my apartment. There was a lot of nasty stuff down in the sewers on a normal day, much less the crap that Umbrella had been throwing in it. I knew of at least one genetic abomination that was currently swimming through the refuse and knowing my luck, it wouldn't just be the one.

“Yo...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.4 (ch. 4)

Things were progressing well, Rickard thought as he sat behind his desk, sorting through small piles of parchment ranging from letters to long lists. His overtures to the Mountain Clans progressed well. It had taken a month for his surveyors to report back on the stones, indicating what minerals and metals he could expect to find in the untapped mountain range.

The reports were promising...