So yesterday I posted as far as I had gotten in writing Under Pressure. There is more that should be written, could be written. The world however is making that very difficult of late. The stress of Inflation, of being queer in a world that far more often than not bares it's fangs in our direction, and a plague that can still very much kill my diabetic ass that much of the population seems to wish to just forget.
It all makes writing quite difficult. All the same High-Tide lives in my heart, in my mind, and still has so many grand adventures and I do wish I could share them with you all. Much love to everyone out there, wherever you are.
Remember your RCG's, and stay villainous, the lot of you.
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