My Bloodysweet : It’s All in My Blood
If you give a great story to an amateur writer, what else do you expect but an ordinary tale?
Fortunately, I’m here to save the day.
Thanks to my wit, uniqueness, and magnificence, this story will be remarkable.
So join me to witness my journeys full of...
Author: What are you doing?
What? Didn’t you say I needed a Synopsis of the story? Did you lose your memory or something?
A: I told you to say something that would get readers excited.
And what do you think I’m doing here?
A: What’s exciting about what you just said?
Idiot, just tell me directly what you want.
A: The idiot is your mother.
I have nothing to say about that. Now, if you’re done with your pointless barking.
A: Just mention the things they’ll find in your story.
Don’t tell me something I know. Tell me something I don’t know.
Anyway, I’ll try again.
An ordinary boy, subjected to psychological and mental torment with no hope, finds himself in a…
A: Stop, stop…
What do you want now?
A: Synopsis, not spoilers.
You said I should mention things readers will find in the story. Are you naturally stupid, or is it something you’ve cultivated since childhood?
A: Son of bitch
I can’t argue with that.
A: out of all the stories, why did I choose yours?
You wretch, and who gave you attention other than me?
A: It’s an honor for you that I’m telling your story, nobody.
Nobody? I am an emperor in my world; what are you in yours?
Just a nobody sitting in the dark in your shabby room, poor and hunched over your computer, writing nonstop.
And when you're done writing, you sit on your ass, praying to God that someone will like that garbage you wrote because you know that if no one does, you'll starve.
no knowledge, no value, you don’t even know your left from your right. When someone surprises you and asks you where your heart is, it takes you minutes to realize it’s on the right.
A: left.
I—I know...
A: Actually, it’s in the middle of the chest with a slight lean to the left.
...
A: quickly wrap up . I’m trapped by the character count.
one last time, don’t interrupt.
They say there’s a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Where’s that light? I don’t see it.
They say no matter how long the night, the sun will rise in the end. Don’t even mention that pathetic sun; it can’t stay up all day, and even when it shows up in winter, it fails to warm the air.
They say hell is underground, but why do I go to it every day? And if I’m late, the bitch is there waiting for me with her filthy smile.
They say to ease your suffering, think of others’ suffering. Why should I care about others?
Even after finishing my journey in hell, which was a complete failure, suffering remained my companion, even though I never asked it to stay with me.
What does a soul like me do? I decided to travel to other worlds, only to find death.
And when I thought it was the end, suddenly, I found myself in a body that was not my own. You all know the usual cliché.
Since the A has no talent, he thought he’d be different by not giving the protagonist a golden finger. Instead, he gave me his middle finger, that son of bitch.
But wait...
I take it back; he gave me a golden finger after all. lacking creativity.
A: You’re like Whore ,no matter what you do, you won’t please her.
Have you ever considered it might be because of your weak friend down there?
ignore the fools.
In short.
This story is about the last enjoyable person in an age full of boredom.
This is my story, The man who knows everything.
Alright, how’s that?
A: I don’t know. Doesn’t it sound like you’re misleading them?
I dare you to say I said anything untrue.
A: technically, you didn’t lie.
So what’s your problem?
I’m done now.
Now, let everyone get their butts up and start reading the greatest story ever told, not because of the A but because of the amazing protagonist, which is me.
And you, go post the Patreon link and start begging for money.
A: that hurts.
That's okay, this is a natural sequence when you're trying to widen a tight hole, son of a—
