If you want to spare your eyes and brain from a stupidity meltdown, don't read my old stuff.

I was twelve.

I was a weeb.

I never considered the "realisticness" in what I was trying to set up.

I THOUGHT THAT ALL YOU HAD TO DO IN A HORROR STORY WAS TO ADD LOTS OF DARKNESS, BLOOD, AND STRESS AND IT WAS THE SCARIEST BEST THING EVER.

DON'T FREAKING READ The Descentant.

DON'T BOTHER WITH How to... In a Horror Movie.

DO. NOT.

I BEG YOU.

THE RECENT CHAPTERS OF DN-J ARE PROBABLY MY BEST WORKS SO FAR SO THERE'S THE EXAMPLE.

You could literally see the line between the stupid-to-okay-to-better in that story.

But still. Like holy frick WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?

12 year old me: kaawai deshoou hope u like the story ikkkr its bad jus wiat it gets bettur keep calm and-!

*bashes her with a trophy on her head*

Weeb.