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<p> <i> But what is it, really? </i> </p> <p> Old Works. </p> <p> They say, some do anyway, or would, if they still had tongues - it's a dream. </p> <p> That it's a million year old mystery <i> connecting </i> three planets. </p> <p> <i> Some, </i> yet other, anonymous entities, charge that it's a structure, more accurately, an architecture - a <i> quest, </i> even, <i> made from, </i> and through - <i> corridors. </i> </p> <p> Pretty inarguably, for one thing, it's a maze. </p> <p> Even some pronounce, if you can understand those currently vomiting blood, that it's a <i> corporation, </i> and yet others - the brave ones – and dead - say it's... <i> near </i> death. </p> <p> Or that it is. </p> <p> Death. </p> <p> - Death itself. </p> <p> But that dark thing on the horizon, that thing <i> emerging </i> to replace the only system we... know. </p> <p> - Whatever it is it couldn't be the end, of everything, could it? </p> <p> Eminently possible, but - </p> <p> it couldn't be <i> worse? </i> </p> <p> 3 civilisations/3 planets... and Old Works. </p> <p> 4 heroes: </p> <p> <i> The Cyclops </i> seeing out his E <i> ye </i> the reality of that place - and by means of that vision - greasing the many-toothed <i> gears </i> of that great old churning nightmare. </p> <p> <i> The Writer </i> sweating to keep the story alive that supports <i> the </i> great old lying structure. </p> <p> <i> The Fake King </i> who abides among all those tunnels of dreams and lies and dreams and... slaves. </p> <p> And <i> the Hero Dreamt, </i> all those slaves - to maintain that structure's even functioning, <i> have to - </i> at all... they <i> dream </i> him. </p> <p> They literally dream him. </p> <p> But that thing, from whence, who knows, <i> arriving? </i> </p> <p> What kind of sick demonic mind could even - </p> <p> But it can only be <i> psychosis - </i> </p> <p> Or possession. </p> <p> Reducing all of reality to some kind of – what would you call it? A <i> Game? </i> A video... <i> joke? </i> </p> <p> And that half-Cyclops, that beauty – what does she have growing – beneath her supernatural genitals? </p> <p> A game for <i> him? </i> </p> <p> A game/a dream; a – <i> world? </i> </p> <p> Or just Old Works. </p> <p> And this <i> Wound </i> in reality – that our writer near-died putting inside her. </p> <p> What is it anyway? </p> <p> And what <i> reality </i> does it bring with it. </p> <p> This demon or God. </p> <p> Through the corridors; lattices of smoke and shadows and colours; <i> dungeons; </i> and supernatural organs; the labyrinths made from dreams... and flesh. - What happens when they face that <i> Wound </i> – staring <i> the absolute. </i> <i> right. in. them? - </i> Through - </p> <p> What happens to <i> all </i> us... <i> slaves... </i> then? </p> <p> <i> But at the end of the hallway, you see it there, I say you do, that turning - It's only the First Corridor of Old Works. </i> </p> <p> This finished 104,000 word kind of LITRPGy fantasy novel, the First Corridor of Old Works will be released in <i> daily </i> 2000 word chapters, or equivalent [unfailingly at 20:47 GMT] </p> <p> <i> Immediately </i> followed by the Second Corridor of Old Works [161,000 words, edited, <b> ongoing, </b> as of 24/09/21] </p> <p> At first lite on stats these LITRPGy elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what <i> precedes </i> - ubiquitous <i> , </i> as we <i> pro </i> ceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. </p> <p> After - minimum - 6 months, this <i> manic </i> <b> daily </b> release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. </p> <p> <i> - But don't lie to yourself it's not there. </i> </p> <p> That thing watching at the end of the hallway... and where it leads. </p> <p> It's - </p> <p> <i> Of countless, </i> </p> <p> it could only be - </p> <p> <i> The First Corridor of Old Works. </i> </p>
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