Got Left 4 Dead 2 last night. It's freaking awesome! My only complaint is the different music for the Witch. In the original game, the music was creepy. In this one, I just find it annoying. :< Oh well.

So! For National Novel Writing Month, I currently sit at 34,050 words. I plan on adding at least 1,000 more tonight. So it's going really, really well! And when I'm finished, I'll spend October editing this thing and theeen I can use my special winner's code to get my book in actual book form. For FREE. 8D
(Also I can sell it on Amazon if I want, but I dunno if I will. It's a little crazy at the moment.)

For anybody who's interested, I'm gonna give you some excerpts and stuff from my novel! It's about this guy who stumbles into another world full of zombies, dragons, magic, crazy gods, etc, so it's weird.

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*He’d only worked at the Smiling Gull for about a week, cooking the various seafood items on the menu. His cooking had been the problem and the reason for his involuntary separation. It’s not that he was a bad cook, far from it. He just had a tendency to spice up his dishes. A lot. Even the dishes that didn’t need anything even vaguely resembling a pepper. Just two days ago, Fletcher had been baking some garlic bread and thought that it’d be so much nicer if there was a little Cajun seasoning mixed in with the garlic. “A little” for Fletcher was a lot too much for the customer who’d ordered the bread and complained that biting into the bread had caused her tongue to catch fire. Also she was allergic to the Cajun seasoning.


*“Aagh! Zombie!” Fletcher screamed, jumping backwards and, having tripped, falling on his backside. “Zombie! Oh my god! Oh my god, a real zombie! Don’t eat me!”
“Eat you? Why would I do that?” the dead man exclaimed in an offended voice. “I’ve only just met you and we don’t know each other’s names! It’d be terribly rude of me to eat you without having known you first. You must think me some sort of monster.”


*One of the stores, called Zombies ‘R We, had several mannequins standing beside the display windows. They all were clothed in what looked like dresses and suits made from rotted bacon, fresh bacon, or what suspiciously looked like human skin. One of the mannequins was wearing a pair of those goofy glasses with the fake eyes on little springs, only with the way this world worked, Fletcher suspected that the eyes were real. It was rather morbid, yet funny in a sense.
“I love this store!” Corbin exclaimed. “Let’s go inside!”
“I’d rather not,” Nyx said, twitching her nose in distaste. “It’s disgusting.”
“I’ll go in with you,” Fletcher said, though he didn’t quite know why. Morbid curiosity, he supposed. Corbin grinned and led the way into the shop. There were racks of clothing, some of it made from the bacon or skin as seen in the display windows, some of it real clothes. Corbin made his way to the back of the store, Fletcher following while holding his nose against the dreadful smell that was assaulting his nostrils. He hadn’t expected any less, however.
“This is a good part,” the zombie commented, gesturing at the lines of shelves. Fletcher gaped at them. They appeared to contain various body parts. There was a case of short arms, a case of long arms, a case of hairy legs, a case of smooth legs, further cases with different lengths of leg… Fletcher closed his mouth firmly, trying not to retch as he looked around. There, cases of eyes assorted by color. A sign above them proclaimed “Eyes, sometimes used”. There were fingers, toes, even wigs of hair.


*“So, vampires really burst into flames in the sunlight?” Fletcher asked, eyeing the unconscious vampire.
“Of course,” Nyx replied. “What did you expect them to do? Sparkle?”

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There ya have it. Yeah, pretty silly. And yes, that last bit IS what you think it is. 'Cause /Twilight, amirite.