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Ladies, gentlemen, and fellow degens of the internet, I come to you not as a writer... but as a clown juggling flaming swords on a unicycle of despair! 🤡🔥
Yes, I am writing this fanfic—for FUN. For CHAOS. For the GODS of STORYTELLING. But mostly, for your sweet, sweet appreciation. 🥺💖
Now listen here, you beautiful lurkers who've sneakily stashed my fanfic in your digital libraries like it's your guilty pleasure—I SEE YOU. 👀📚And I have but one humble request: ye must THROW YE STONES! 🪨(Translation: leave a dang comment at the end of the chapter so my fanfic doesn't vanish from the weekly rankings like a ninja on a gluten-free diet.)
The silence is deafening. The appreciation is... suspiciously missing.And so I, your noble author, stand at the edge of the creative cliff, considering whether to yeet this fanfic into the Abyss of Abandoned Works. 😔🕳️
So here's the deal:📊 A POLL has been summoned!This is your moment, dear Silent Reader, to prove you're not just a myth like Bigfoot or a working printer.
🕛 Deadline: Midnight tonight!At the stroke of twelve, I shall consult the sacred scroll of POLL RESPONSES. If it is emptier than Zoro's sense of direction… I shall DROP THE FANFIC. 🫠
⚠️ RULE: Each reader leaves ONE comment only. That's it. No more, no less. One reader = one digital headcount. I'm counting souls like I'm the Reaper with a spreadsheet.
So COMMENT. VOTE. THROW STONES. SAVE A FANFIC.And remember: no comment = one author's tears fueling the rainclouds above your city.
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