::evilsnerk:: Somebody pointed out to me that, were I of a cruel and dastardly mindset, I could declare it finished as-is.
But that would be bloody depressing.
Yes, it would. And how could you live with yourself? Just thinking of our disappointment, our confusion, our sense of betrayal...the soft pitter-pat of tears on our collective pillow as we mourn the Porn That Was Promised...the damage to the already struggling economy as health insurance companies everywhere are forced to part with phenomenal sums of money to pay for antidepressants and therapy for us.
(The foregoing has been brought to you by the Firesignwriter Prodding Committee. We are conducting an experiment to see if you're susceptible to over-the-top guilt. Please pause now to consider your motivation to finish your WsIP, and then rate it on a scale where 0 is "Shan't finish. Won't finish. Cannot be made to finish." and 5 is "Those poor, poor creatures! The wrong I have done to them! I must finish my stories immediately, no matter what the harm to my real life, my sleeping patterns, and my fingers.")
And now, the Moonverse. Angsty sadness, here I come!
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But that would be bloody depressing.
Yes, it would. And how could you live with yourself? Just thinking of our disappointment, our confusion, our sense of betrayal...the soft pitter-pat of tears on our collective pillow as we mourn the Porn That Was Promised...the damage to the already struggling economy as health insurance companies everywhere are forced to part with phenomenal sums of money to pay for antidepressants and therapy for us.
(The foregoing has been brought to you by the Firesignwriter Prodding Committee. We are conducting an experiment to see if you're susceptible to over-the-top guilt. Please pause now to consider your motivation to finish your WsIP, and then rate it on a scale where 0 is "Shan't finish. Won't finish. Cannot be made to finish." and 5 is "Those poor, poor creatures! The wrong I have done to them! I must finish my stories immediately, no matter what the harm to my real life, my sleeping patterns, and my fingers.")
And now, the Moonverse. Angsty sadness, here I come!