Welcome, those of you who somehow landed here, at the beginning of this story. It's always nice when people drop by.

Whether or not that was a good decision is yet to be determined, but. You know. We'll see?

ANYways I call this a prelude, but that's really just a fancy name for an overblown author's note. I'll spare you the pain of going over the whole copyright spiel, because everyone knows that by now, right? Stealing is bad, stealing ideas is worse, blah blahblooblah insert thinly veiled threat here. You get the drift.

Now on to the good stuff. I got a couple of warnings: first, swearing! Isn't profanity fantastic? 

A good amount of it finds it way into this book. So if strong language ain't for you, then feel free to waltz on to another read. Sorry to say but shit gets real my friends.

Also, other mature themes (hawink wink) may also sneak their way in. If that doesn't float your banana then again, I implore you to make a graceful exit (Red Dead Redemption, anyone?)

Finally, when I say shit gets real, I'm not lying. There's gonna be some trauma lying around. Things may get graphic. If you don't wanna deal with that kinda baggage then feel free to plop it right back on the conveyor belt and high-tail it outta the airport.

Note: a sizeable chunk of this story was written when I was a tad feverish (because apparently being sick is a great way to get the creative juices flowing??) so if you notice any bat-shit craziness then now you know why. 

Well. Now that that's done, here are some aesthetics for you to enjoy. Let the adventure begin.