Scribble Blog!

I like to write from time to time. 
However I'm rather dyslexic, and i am my own worst critic. 

You would not believe the amount of things i have started and then stopped due to self doubt and believing that it's just good enough to be "put out there". 

But I've decided to start working on a project i started earlier this year again. 

Technically it's a role-playing game. 
Nothing really complicated. 

But i decided that i needed to add in some flavour text at the start of each chapter. 

So, that is what i'm going to be putting up here. 

Read it or don't. 

Like it or don't. 

Feel free to give feedback, or don't. 

They'll only be short little pieces. For now.. 

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